Brothers Hui, the new January Mabu is here, please give me a monthly ticket as a guarantee. Please take the time to take the time! There are many things in the past month, and I am very ashamed. I really can't say anything. I'll do it everybody. I'll work hard everybody.

"Senior sister, go, go." Liang Yi waved his hand to her faintly, "Remember to go back and say to the elders of Qilinzhi, my Liang Yi's head is right opposite, waiting for them to cut it!"

"Junior brother, god" Ling Yuanqing wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all. He sighed and set up his escape light toward the Tianyuan Realm.

After Ling Yuanqing made such a fuss, Liang Yi lost interest in continuing and returned to the base leisurely.

Killing four opponents of the same level overnight is almost an unprecedented victory on the entire Jindan stage.

Compared with the foundation-building battlefield where the battle is fierce, although the Jindan-stage monks on both sides fight every day, they fight very colorfully, but the losses are not very large. Sometimes, they often cannot die for a few days.

After all, in such a close-range confrontation between the two sides, even if they cannot win, it is not difficult to escape even if they cannot win. Anyway, the camps of both sides are only a few hundred miles apart. All the Jindan-stage cultivators escape and can hide in their own safe areas after the next cut.

More than ten days later, a temporary trading area in the Tianlang station was built, where the spoils won by monks on the battlefield could be obtained here for free trade. This kind of place is also a good place to collect treasures.

As soon as Liang Yi walked into this trading area, a slightly fat businessman looked like a monk and dignifiedly greeted him. This person was Qin Haofeng, the shopkeeper of Zixiao Pavilion.

While this guy was in charge of contacting the Werewolf, he did not forget to make a war money. "Brother Liang, how did you get today?"

"It's okay, I'll do these things, Brother Qin, please show it!" Liang Yi smiled lightly and handed a light green storage bag to Qin Haofeng.

"So many magic weapons, Qin Haofeng shook his head helplessly, "You have gotten less than fifteen Jindan-stage cultivators these days, right?"

"No more, no less, exactly eighteen." Liang Yi smiled.

"Tsk tsk, after the two sides have only killed more than a hundred golden elixirs in the past six months, you're fine, you killed the eighteen players as soon as you came up. Qin Haofeng shook his head while exploring the goods handed over by Liang Yi, "Brother, don't blame me for not reminding you. If you do a few more votes, the other party's Nascent Soul cultivator will definitely target you. At that time, what is waiting for you will definitely be a thunder strike. Making money is not like this. Just stop if you should stop."

"Haha, I thought Brother Qin would like to kill a few more, so you will have a profit, but I didn't expect you to stop." Liang Yi said with some amusement: "It seems that what people say is not entirely business or traitor."

"I said seriously, do you like to listen?" Qin Haofeng snorted coldly: "The five magic weapons are all big road goods, and two are a bit damaged, plus some garbage elixirs, magic weapons and cultivation materials."

"I will give you at most 800,000 low-grade spirit stones." Compared with the wealthy merchant Qin Haofeng and the wealthy rich man in the Nascent Soul stage, the homes of these Jindan stage monks are really a bit shabby.

"Trade." The recycling price is quite reasonable, so Liang Yi was so lazy that he was confused about him.

In the past half a month, Liang Yi has gained a lot of reputation among the Jindan stage monks with his outstanding achievements. Now, both the spiritual scholars in the Tianlang Realm and the immortal cultivators in the Tianyuan Realm know that Liang Yi is the number one person.

It is almost recognized that he is the first person in the Jindan stage.

After Liang Yi appeared on the battlefield, he never stopped hunting him. Even after Liang Yi killed more than ten golden elixirs, Tianyuan's hunting was still one after another.

The reason is the huge reward of eight million spirit stones promised by the Elder Tianyuan Church. At night, on the battlefield of the Soul-Slaying Mountain, a light red light was flying away not far away from Liang Yi. It was a Jindan master of the Photograph Sect wearing a white Taoist robe.

"Want to run?" A sneer appeared on Liang Yi's mouth, and he waved his hand to take out the Green Eagle Bow from the storage bracelet. The spirit arrow was raised to the strings.

The black arrow shaft quietly made a beautiful arc and headed straight for the back of the target.

"I'm not dead yet" Liang Yi's smile suddenly frozen.

The man suddenly turned his hand and grabbed the incoming arrow shaft. The escape light suddenly drew a half-arc in the air and came towards Liang Yi.

"Mid-stage Nascent Soul" Liang Yi felt the opponent's surge in momentum and secretly complained that it was not good at the moment. If he could still fight in the early stage of Nascent Soul, he would be a little troublesome in the middle stage.

Summoning Long'er, the two of them can barely defeat a mid-stage monk when they attack together, but now is not the time to expose Long'er's existence.

Liang Yi stepped on the Hunyuan Spirit-slaying Sword without hesitation and fled towards Tianlang.

"Tsk tsk, can you run away from my eight million spirit stones?"

In theory, the camps of both sides are only five hundred miles apart. Both sides have special magic weapons to detect the movements of this battlefield. Once the opponent's Nascent Soul cultivator sneaks in on the cash elixir battlefield, then your side will definitely send someone to deal with it immediately.

The reason why this person has only revealed his identity now is that he must have used some special secret techniques and treasures to cover up his own aura, and that is, Liang Yi's head on his neck.

With the blessing of many treasures, Liang Yi's escape was very fast, but it was only similar to that of ordinary early-stage cultivators in Nascent Soul, but the other party was a real middle-stage cultivator in Nascent Soul. In a blink of an eye, the distance between the two sides had reached less than three hundred feet.

"Swish" Liang Yi turned around and shot at the man, hoping to slow down the opponent's degree.

The base is only three hundred miles away. The masters of the Nascent Soul Stage who are in charge of supervision must have arrived. Liang Yi only needs to hold on for a while. As long as his master arrives, the battle will soon turn into the peak decisive battle of the Nascent Soul Stage. Then he will have nothing to do.

"Looking for death!" Seeing this, the man in white showed a hint of hesitation on his face, but in a blink of an eye it returned to normal color. At the same time, a fluorescent flash suddenly burst out from the man's body.

"Oh no, the film-leaving skills." Seeing this, a trace of solemnity flashed across Liang Yi's face.

The Film School is good at hiding and hiding. Liang Yi naturally has learned a lot about their secret technique of becoming famous. Only by adding secrets can this kind of secret technique greatly accelerate the hiding technique in a short period of time, the price is to burn some essence and blood.

Obviously, this person was determined to exchange Liang Yi's head for the 180,000 low-grade spirit stones.

"Slightly!" The middle-aged man in white suddenly stopped in front of Liang Yi, and a small blood-red sword pointed directly at Liang Yi's head.

"Clang" The Hunyuan Spirit-dumping Sword under Liang Yi's feet suddenly jumped into his hand. Then he made a beautiful arc and blocked the red sword's origin.

"Boom." With the blow, Liang Yi's chest was like a big stone, and his body burst back ten feet.

"Huh?" The man in white looked at Liang Yi in disbelief, "That boy Liu Yuanzhang did not lie to me."
Chapter completed!