Chapter 112 Counterattack

How could a mere fourth-level Kaimai Realm escape from his palm? Shenjian Li sneered and came to Qingyang, ready to retrieve the long arrow from his back. His magic weapon was a set, with only three arrows for one bow. Ordinary arrows were very weak, so he had to retrieve the long arrows after each use, so that he could use them again.

Just as Shenjian Li stretched out his hand to pull out the long arrow from Qingyang's back, suddenly, several yellow shadows flashed from under Qingyang's clothes and flew towards Shenjian Li.

Oh no, someone attacked him by surprise. Shenjian Li was shocked and quickly withdrew his hand.

However, he was fast, but the yellow shadows were faster than him. In an instant, two of them had already bitten his arm and neck respectively, and the remaining four were not willing to lag behind, all biting towards him.

The yellow shadows were naturally the six alcoholic bees that Qingyang kept in the Drunken Immortal Gourd. After drinking the essence of the immortal wine in the wine pool, the six ordinary alcoholic bees all underwent mutations, and many purple spots appeared on their backs. Although they were still slightly inferior to the purple-backed alcoholic bees that were comparable to the cultivators of Qi training, the combined power of the six was very strong.

Qingyang was almost desperate just now, because he could not defeat the cultivator of the ninth level of the Kaimai Realm at all. In a head-on battle, he probably could not even beat a finger of the other person.

Later, he suddenly remembered the alcoholic bees in the Drunken Immortal Gourd, but he had not yet subdued these alcoholic bees. Under normal circumstances, the alcoholic bees would not listen to his command. It was also because he had used wine to please them many times before, and they were already very familiar with each other. He used his divine thoughts to communicate with these alcoholic bees repeatedly, and they were willing to help once.

In order to kill with one blow, Qingyang did not dare to reveal any flaws. It was true that he was shot by an arrow just now, but he avoided the vital parts, so the injury was not too serious. The six alcoholic bees had been hiding under his clothes, waiting for the arrival of the Divine Arrow Li to launch a sneak attack.

This couldn't be blamed on the carelessness of the Divine Arrow Li. A small cultivator at the fourth level of the Kaimai Realm was shot by his own magical bow and arrow. Did he need to be careful? Even if the Divine Arrow Li was hit at this time, he didn't think it was Qingyang who did it, but was attacked by someone else.

"Ah, it hurts so much!"

At this time, the pain on the arm and neck stung by the alcoholic bees finally broke out. The Divine Arrow Li fell to the ground with a scream and rolled on the ground in pain. At this time, the other four alcoholic bees also saw the opportunity and stung him to other parts of his body.

"Senior, spare my life, spare my life! I won't dare to do it again!"

The owner must be even more powerful to be able to raise such powerful bees. The Divine Arrow Li still thought that he was taught a lesson by a senior in the Qi Refining Stage, so he cried out for mercy. Where did the senior actually come from? All of this was done by Qingyang.

However, Qingyang did not dare to speak out. He was worried that if he told the truth, the Divine Arrow Li would know that there were no seniors around and would attack him regardless of everything. He was seriously injured on the back. If he was hit by a fatal blow from the ninth level of the Kaimai Realm, he did not think he could withstand it.

After being stung six times by the alcoholic bees, the Divine Arrow Li was in great pain. He rolled on the ground and wailed for a long time before gradually losing his voice. Ordinary alcoholic bees can sting even masters like Hu Zhensong to death. It is normal for these alcoholic bees at the quasi-refining level to sting the Divine Arrow Li to death.

After stinging the Divine Arrow Li, the six alcoholic bees were somewhat listless and seemed to have suffered a great loss of vitality. They did not stay in the outside world and all returned to the Drunken Immortal Gourd and got into the nest of the wine pavilion.

In fact, this is normal. Many bees in the secular world will die after stinging people. These alcoholic bees only suffered a little loss of vitality, which is already very good. Qingyang does not want these alcoholic bees he raises to become disposable consumables.

After a while, Qingyang saw that the Divine Arrow Li was completely silent, so he carefully climbed up and came to the side of the Divine Arrow Li. At this time, the Divine Arrow Li had become a different person, with swollen arms and a big head. Especially the wound on his neck, which was still oozing pus, and there was no trace of the original short-haired old man.

To be on the safe side, Qingyang took out his half-broken Seven Star Sword and cut off the heads of the Divine Arrow Li and the Beggar King to ensure that these people would not come back to life again. Only then did he feel completely relieved.

Then Qingyang simply treated the wounds, then searched the bodies of the others, and threw the bodies of the monsters and the things found into the Drunken Immortal Gourd first, and then found a deep pit, threw all the bodies into the pit and buried them.

After all, everyone cooperated, and the exchange the night before yesterday benefited me a lot, and Ding Gong Pan Po and Hong Mantian also said a few good words for me, so I couldn't just let them lie in the wilderness.

After dealing with the bodies, Qingyang didn't dare to stay in this place for long. Everyone else died, but Liang Chongtian escaped. He still had a chance to find him. If he saw this scene, he would be a little confused.

So many masters died, why did he, the one with the lowest cultivation, survive? Wouldn't that expose the existence of the alcoholic bee? Moreover, the bodies of the monsters and the relics of other people were all obtained by him, and Qingyang was unwilling to share some with others.

Qingyang didn't dare to go to the county town of Qianhu County, nor did he return to Kaiyuan Mansion immediately. Instead, he walked dozens of miles west to confirm that even if Liang Chongtian returned to the lake, he would not be able to find such a remote place. He found an abandoned house of a farmer and lived there.

The bow and arrow of the magic arrow Li was a magic weapon after all. Even if it avoided the vital parts, the wound on his back was very serious. After such a tossing and turning by the lake and rushing for more than ten miles, Qingyang was already exhausted. Coupled with the injury on his back, he fell headfirst on the temporary bed made of hay in the house and fell asleep.

He slept for several hours until the afternoon of the next day. Although his spirit had recovered a part, his physical condition was not very good. The wound that was simply treated yesterday showed a tendency to deteriorate.

Qingyang quickly cleaned the wound again, sprinkled some external medicine for tissue regeneration and hemostasis, and carefully bandaged the wound. He was completely relieved to confirm that there would be no more problems. After that, he found some dry food from the bag and ate some, and drank some water to replenish his physical strength.

After everything was done, Qingyang finally remembered what he had gained yesterday. The situation was quite urgent at that time, and he didn't have time to carefully count what he had gained. He threw everything into the space of the Drunken Immortal Gourd. Now there was nothing to do, and he could finally make time to count it.