Chapter 106 Treasures in the Cave

This battle, which lasted for about half an hour, was short and intense. On the ground outside the cave, dozens of corpses fell in disorder, and some of the injured groaned in pain.

The mountain wind blew through, and a strong bloody smell spread out, filling the entire valley, making it disgusting.

After this battle, among the four major sects, the entire Shaolin Temple was wiped out, and Bian Xiki, a Xuan-level warrior in Wanyao Valley, died, and was no longer qualified to compete for the treasure of a heaven-level warrior.

Yanyulou and Qingchengguan suffered relatively small losses, but there were only a dozen or so disciples left.

Fortunately, the Xuan-level warriors of these two sects are still there.

The several surviving disciples of Wanyaogu, led by the ghost hand, retreated far away, but did not leave. Obviously, they still took some luck towards the relics of the heaven-level warriors.

"Qingxu Daoist, now that the white ape has been killed, the treasure of the heaven-level warrior is at your fingertips. Now, the only people who are eligible to get the treasure of the heaven-level warrior are you and me. How do you think it should be distributed?"

Wen Xiangrong of Yanyu Building ordered two disciples to treat the injured in the building, and then asked Daoist Qingxu of Qingchengguan with a smile.

Daoist Qingxu threw the long sword in his hand back to the disciple, and asked back with a smile, "Mr. Wen, how do you think the distribution is fair?"

Both of them are old foxes with deep scheming, neither of them wants to spit first, and both want the other party to make an offer first, and then bargain.

Wen Xiangrong said: "No matter what treasures are in the cave, let's get five or five points, how about it?"

Daoist Qingxu shook his head and said, "It's not fair."

"Where is it unfair?"

"Before we came, we agreed that whoever contributes more will get more. I killed the white ape, so we should get more from Qingchengguan."

Wen Xiangrong also shook his head and said, "That's not a good word. Before the white ape was killed, he was severely injured, and he didn't have much resistance at all. The Taoist priest was just a little quicker and picked up a bargain, but he couldn't say it was you. killed."

Daoist Qingxu's eyes were sharp, his eyes were bright, and he sneered: "Our Qingchengguan disciples have more casualties than your Yanyulou, which also shows that we have done more!"

Wen Xiangrong raised his eyebrows and said, "The fact that many of your disciples have been killed is a matter of their own strength. You can't blame others. This does not mean that your Qingchengguan has contributed more than our Yanyulou."

Daoist Qingxu said angrily: "You mean that my Qingchengguan disciple is not strong enough?"

Wen Xiangrong didn't speak, it was a default.

Qingxu waved the dust in his hand and said, "Mr. Wen, if you are interested, let's have a fight! Let's see if my Qingchengguan disciple is not good enough, or your Yanyulou disciple is worse."

A sullen look flashed across Wen Xiangrong's eyes, and he waved his hand and said, "The disciples of Wanyaogu are still watching, it's not good for us to kill each other? Yes, we only take 40% of the Qingcheng Temple. Is the Daoist satisfied now?"

Qing Xu "haha" smiled and said, "Just how!"

"Then let's go into the hole and see what's in there."

"Walk."

Qing Xu said, walking side by side with Wen Xiangrong and striding towards the cave.

The other disciples of the two major sects followed closely behind, holding their weapons tightly in their hands, guarding each other.

The cave is not too deep. After walking more than ten meters, it came to the end.

The innermost area of ​​the cave is larger, with more than 100 square meters. Through the dim light, you can vaguely see that there are stone beds, stone tables, stone chairs, etc. in the cave.

On the stone bed, there was an old man sitting cross-legged. Most of the clothes on the old man were no longer there, only a few strands were left hanging on his shoulders. He had been dead for many years, and his clothes had weathered and fallen.

What is amazing is that the old man's body is still intact, his facial features are still lifelike, and even his hair is still as black as ink.

If the old man's heartbeat and breathing had not disappeared, he would have thought that he was not dead, but just closed his eyes to recuperate.

On the wall behind the old man, a line of handwriting the size of a slap was written with some sharp tool.

The contents of the line of handwriting are: The old man has been in hiding all his life, rarely met an enemy, and later was plotted by a villain. He was seriously injured and fled here. He knew that time was short, and he left a few treasures as a gift. It's a pity that no one can pass on the strength of the sky, and it is difficult to die.

Previously, Qingchengguan disciple Dong Xuan and his sect accidentally entered this cave and saw this line of writing, so they knew that the deceased was a heaven-level martial artist, and it also led to the fact that the four sect disciples joined forces to hunt for treasure.

"My nephew Dongxuan was right, the one who died was indeed a heaven-level warrior. I don't know what treasures the heaven-level warrior left behind, and I want to give it to someone who is destined. Haha, someone who is destined, isn't that what we are talking about? ?"

Daoist Qingxu glanced over the line of writing, and laughed.

On the stone bed in front of the day-level warrior, there was a sheathed dagger, two yellowish booklets, two fist-sized jade bottles, and a wooden box.

The dagger used by a heaven-level warrior is, needless to say, a sharp weapon that cuts iron like mud.

The two yellowed booklets are likely to be two exercises suitable for the cultivation of heaven-level warriors.

The two jade bottles and the wooden box contained in them, but I don't know what they were, but since they were brought by a heaven-level warrior, they must be treasures.

The eyes of the disciples of the two major sects stared at the six objects placed in front of the martial artist of that day, each of them with red eyes and heartbeats. If they were not worried about their opponents, they would have already rushed forward and took those objects into their hands to take a closer look. .

"Daoist Qingxu, there are six things, daggers, exercises and jade bottles, but none of us know what is in the wooden box. In my opinion, first open the wooden box and take a look inside. things, and then decide how to distribute them, how?"

"Okay. Let me see what treasure is in this wooden box."

Qingxu walked to the stone bed, picked up the wooden box and slowly opened it, glanced inside, and couldn't help being disappointed.

Inside the wooden box were ten jade stones the size of pigeon eggs. The jade stones were fiery red, like ten flames, exuding a dazzling light.

To ordinary people, each of these ten red jade stones is invaluable, but to a warrior like Daoist Qingxu, no matter how expensive jade is, it is not as important as a practice method or even a medicine pill.

Just when Qingxu opened the wooden box, Fang Bai, who was hiding in the woods outside the cave, felt a wisp of vitality spread out.

"It's the primeval stone!"

Fang Bai suddenly became excited.

Although the vitality emanating from the cave was not strong, Fang Bai immediately guessed that it came from the primordial stone, and it was probably just the worst red primordial stone among the seven-color primordial stones.

For him, who is now extremely eager for cultivation resources, using the Scarlet Primordial Stone for cultivation, although the effect is a little worse, it is much better than nothing.