Chapter 257 Stone Cave
"Such a clever and ungrateful person, death is not a pity!"
The grim middle-aged man shouted coldly, stretched out his feet and kicked the corpse out of the boat, removed the Sumeru disc covertly, and popped out a soul-scattering pearl.
Fang Yao, a white-clothed scholar, condensed his ghost into a human form, and with the faint blue flash, it collapsed in an instant, and turned into clouds and smoke with the wind.
"Mr. Zuo, how dare you do that!"
Pavilion Master Fang glared at him, astonished to the extreme. Although he was extremely dissatisfied with the white-clothed scholar, he never thought of killing him at all. You must know that behind the white-clothed scholar, there is still a giant like the Yun family.
The cold middle-aged man said coldly, "If you are a mere rat, you will be killed if you kill it. We are not in harmony with each other because we waited for the villain. Elder Xue saved his life. This person doesn't want to repay him, and he is full of sarcastic remarks. Such treachery, what's the use of keeping it."
Not to mention, just now he fled, and the instigator was someone from his left.
Pavilion Master Fang was so refuted by his ingenious words that he couldn't speak, and said in a cold middle-aged man, "Pavilion Master Fang doesn't need to worry. If the Yun family picks up trouble, Zuo will answer. He only said that he was killed by the blood bat demon king. Not telling Yun about his escape is also a way to save face for the Yun family. It is expected that the Yun family will have nothing to say."
Pavilion Master Fang was completely speechless, this man actually calculated everything clearly.
Xu Yi secretly paid attention to this person, this is a real cunning, fleeing for his life first, turning back later, he has both ways, and returns with a full reward.
Regarding the death of the scholar in white, Xu Yi was happy and had no regrets. The only thing he was unhappy about was that the Zuo surnamed Zuo swallowed a piece of fat all by himself, and he was not left behind.
After everything was settled, Xu Yi didn't want to socialize with everyone, so he accused Pavilion Master Fang, returned the flying disc, went back to the room alone, stored it in the room, ate a whole meal, closed the door, summoned the iron essence, turned it into a silver bow, pulled the dragon beard, and repeatedly stretched the bowstring.
He was not satisfied with the two arrows just now, although he hit them, both arrows were aimed at the head of the Blood Bat Demon King, and only the second arrow hit.
Xu Yi thought about it for a while, and he knew how the difference was caused. One was that the ox horn bow was no better than the silver bow. The former had been tried thousands of times, but the silver bow was just used for the first time.
Moreover, the strength of the two is completely different. To practice the ox horn bow, Xu Yi can simply draw the bow and shoot the arrow, but the dragon's whiskers of the silver bow need to be opened with the Tibetan front style.
The Zangfeng style is a method of drawing circles and gathering strength, and it is far from the success of flowing clouds and flowing water when it is used for bowstrings.
Now that he knew where the mistakes were, Xu Yi would do his best to make up for them. The strong will win, and any omissions will cause fatal consequences.
Xu Yi could not be said to be obsessed with martial arts, but he was quite persistent. The reason for his persistence was only his yearning for great power.
Traveling with the flying fairy in his arms and dying with the bright moon in his arms, since he came to this world with great power, how could Xu Yi not want to climb to the peak of that power.
He would even think that one day, if he really practiced to the point of becoming a god, would he really be able to travel through time and space and go back to the past.
Thoughts were ethereal, but his mind was extremely resolute. This time he drew the bow, he took another 300 strokes. He was completely exhausted, and his arms lost feeling. Xu Yi then put the iron essence and dragon beard into the Sumeru Ring.
Lying on the bed, fell into a deep sleep.
There was a slight vibration, and Xu Yi opened his eyes, knowing that the flying boat had landed.
Following Pavilion Master Fang jumping off the boat together, he realized he was on a wide platform. On the platform, nearly ten aircrafts of various kinds had been sparsely parked, but no one was there.
Not long after, two maids in green skirts walked over quickly. It turned out that they were the escorts sent by the conference organization.
After half a stick of incense, Xu Yi entered a stone room assigned to him. Through the narrow window, he looked around. Among the mountains and ravines, the bright moon was hanging high. He knew that this place must be somewhere in Huiyin Mountain.
After flying for four or five hours, the journey is only a few thousand miles, and it is true that it has not yet gone beyond the scope of Huiyin Mountain.
The moon was cold and quiet, the wind was quiet, and he had a good night's sleep. Early the next morning, a maid escorted him into an elegant room, where he had a sumptuous breakfast alone, and then was sent back to his room, asking Xu Yi not to go out and wait for the notice.
After explaining, the maid stood outside the door, as if worried that Xu Yi would not listen to the advice and go out rashly.
Xu Yi didn't bother to inquire, so he called out the newly purchased "Myriad Monsters" from the Sumeru Ring, and read it with interest.
The tome, which is nearly one foot thick, is full of various vivid stories, and all kinds of monsters are almost unimaginable, and there is no one who cannot be created by the lord of nature.
After about two pages, Pavilion Master Fang walked in, and the maid outside had disappeared.
Xu Yi put away "The Chronicles of Ten Thousand Monsters", and suddenly noticed Pavilion Master Fang's expression was not hesitant, and hurriedly asked why.
Pavilion Master Fang said, "I don't know what happened in Huiyin Mountain. A large number of monsters are rampant. On the way here, several teams suffered casualties. The organizer decided to skip the process and go straight to the topic. Before the hour, it's the exchange time for our team. Keep your spirits up and wait for my notification later. Don't go out."
Pavilion Master Fang confessed a few words, and went away, Xu Yi continued to search for "Wan Yaozhi" and read it.
Even though it was deep in the mountains, the organizers were well-prepared, and a sumptuous lunch was delivered directly to the room.
After eating and taking a nap, when he got up, Pavilion Master Fang led Elder Lei, Mrs. Feng and the cold middle-aged man to pass by the window together. Without waiting to knock on the door, Xu Yi opened the door and went out, nodded to each other, and followed Pavilion Master Fang to the west.
After walking for two miles, seven or eight stone caves appeared in front of him. Elder Lei and Mrs. Feng, who were cold and middle-aged, saw the caves and were familiar with them, so they went straight through.
Pavilion Master Fang pulled Xu Yi over, explained a few words, and passed.
It was only then that Xu Yi realized that this stone cave was where qualifications were checked and auction numbers were exchanged.
He chose the cave on the far left. As soon as he entered, the gate of the cave closed and the pearls on the wall lit up. Only then did he realize that the cave was extremely small and ugly, obviously it was cut out temporarily for use.
An old man with a gray beard was lazily sitting behind a table, and said weakly, "Look what, it's not the first time, hurry up and pick up the guys, don't you use some low-end ones to make up your number again." Obviously, he regarded Xu Yi as a regular customer.
Fortunately, Xu Yi knew the basics, so he immediately called out Chen Fenglei's judge's pen and handed it over.
Suddenly, the white bearded old man's expression turned bitter, and he snorted coldly, "I just said I hope it's not a smack, so a suffix came. It seems that I really want to report it to the higher authorities. From now on, the middle and low-grade goods will not be accepted!"
It turns out that this judge pen is a middle-low grade blood vessel, which can meet the exchange standard this time. The organizers of this event naturally hope that the treasures they get will be as high-grade as possible, but high-grade treasures are always scarce in the world.
Everyone who came to the conference, you can get it. This low-grade blood vessel has become the mainstream, so much so that in the past two times, the organizer has set strict requirements. Each participant is only allowed to hand in at most one low-grade blood vessel.
Therefore, the old man with a white beard felt as uncomfortable when he saw a low-grade blood vessel as if he saw a buzzing fly.