Chapter 424 Calculation

After using up four spiritual stones in a row, Qingyang replenished his inner Qi to 60% or 70%. He did not dare to use more spiritual stones, but took another pill to restore his Qi. Four spiritual stones were equal to his income from the Farming Courtyard for two or three months. Even Qingyang, who was wealthy, felt very distressed to spend so much.

His main purpose of using spiritual stones was to keep his inner Qi sufficient so as not to give potential enemies a chance to take advantage of him. As long as his Qi was not exhausted, there should be no problem.

Although the pills restored Qi slowly, they were long-lasting and could provide Qi continuously. An hour passed quickly, and Qingyang's Qi dropped to 20% or 30% again. However, another group of cultivators had already entered the water outside the Blood River and would soon be able to take over from them. The mission had been completed, and there was no need to consume Qi anymore.

The monks who just came down came from several sects. Qingyang did not dare to be careless, fearing that someone among them would suddenly attack when he was running low on true qi. However, until the two sides had replaced each other, no one had made a move. Qingyang could not help but feel a little confused. Could it be that he had misunderstood Wei Yufeng, and he had no intention of attacking him at all, but he was just suspicious?

However, this was a good thing for him. No one wanted someone to be secretly thinking about him. Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief and followed everyone out of the blood river.

Although he had only been down for an hour, it felt like several days had passed. The days underwater were still too hard for low-level monks like them. After staying down for an hour, Qingyang felt a little tired physically and mentally. No wonder everyone agreed to limit it to one hour. This was almost the limit for a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi Refining.

Qingyang returned to the team of other Qingfeng Temple disciples, said hello to everyone, and found a corner to rest while slowly recovering his true energy. After almost a day and a night, Qingyang felt tired and recovered to normal.

During this day, more than 20 trial disciples came from all over, but the number was getting smaller and smaller. It seemed that almost everyone who should know about this matter nearby had already known about it, and then there were those who were farther away. During this period, Wei Yufeng organized more than a dozen waves of trial disciples to enter the blood river to break the formation. Now there are only about 300 people on the shore, and at most they can be divided into 20 groups. It will take less than a day for Qingyang to go into the water again.

Everyone knows that in order to break the formation in the secret passage, everyone must work together, and it is impossible to succeed in a short time. The disciples present did not have any objections to Wei Yufeng's arrangement, and no one deliberately slacked off. Everything was in order. Those who took their turn took the initiative to go into the river. If it was not their turn, they would sit cross-legged on the shore to meditate and recover their true energy.

Ten days passed quickly. During this period, Qingyang went down six more times. The formation outside the secret passage weakened every day, and now its power is less than 10% of the previous one. Seeing that the secret hall was about to be opened and the treasure would be obtained soon, everyone was all working hard, attacking more fiercely, consuming more energy faster, and changing groups almost every half an hour.

Qingyang estimated that according to the current strength, it would take at most half a day to completely break the formation. At that time, everyone could rush in together to find the treasure.

As time went by, the number of cultivators on the bank of the Blood River reached nearly 400, almost half of the number of remaining trial disciples. The competition would be more intense. Many people were making preparations in private, so that they could show their skills when the secret hall was opened.

The only thing that puzzled Qingyang was that Wei Yufeng had never done anything to him, which made Qingyang confused. Could it be that he had guessed wrong, and Wei Yufeng really had no ill will towards him? If so, why did he say those things before? Just to satisfy his desire? Or is it to consume his own resources? Qingyang has used more than 20 spiritual stones in the seven times he went into the water. Qingyang felt that this was impossible. He believed in his intuition.

Soon it was Qingyang's turn to go into the water again. This might be his last time, but Qingyang did not dare to be careless. When attacking the formation, he always kept a few percent of his strength. Not only did he take a pill to restore his true energy, he even held a spiritual stone in his hand to replenish his spiritual power at any time.

Half an hour later, another group of cultivators came to replace them. Seeing that there was no accident, Qingyang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, jumped out of the deep pit, and walked towards the river as usual.

This road has been waded by cultivators countless times. Even with his eyes closed, Qingyang can walk up. The blood river water around is red, and the visibility is particularly low. There is actually no difference between opening your eyes and closing your eyes. Observing the surroundings still depends on your divine thoughts.

As he was walking, suddenly, the surrounding water flow showed a slight fluctuation, and then a sharp blade stabbed towards Qingyang. Qingyang was startled and quickly dodged to the side.

In low water, because of the fear of losing their spiritual power too quickly, each cultivator's spiritual power only extended two or three feet. For the cultivator, it was almost the same as being around him, which was not only conducive to the enemy's sneak attack, but also short reaction time. Fortunately, Qingyang's spirit was always tense, and he reacted in time when he felt the change in the water flow around him, so he was not stabbed by the sharp blade that suddenly appeared.

However, before Qingyang's body stopped, two other sharp blades appeared behind him. It seemed that there was more than one enemy who attacked him. Qingyang did not dare to be careless at all. He quickly twisted his body and stopped his body with the help of the water.

With a powerful enemy in front of him, it was not the time to consider the loss of his spiritual power. Qingyang immediately put his spiritual power to the maximum, covering the area of ​​more than ten feet around him. At this time, the people who attacked Qingyang also gathered around him. He was surrounded tightly from front to back, and there were actually five people.

As Qingyang expected, the leader was Wei Yufeng. Looking at Qingyang who was surrounded in the middle, Wei Yufeng said: "I didn't expect you to be so cautious. Such calculations didn't take you down."

Wei Yufeng didn't take action for a long time, which meant that there were many calculations in it. The scouts didn't take action for a long time because of his initial words, which was to arouse Qingyang's vigilance and keep Qingyang tense and consume Qingyang's potential. Qingyang is just a fourth-level Qi Refining cultivator. In the long run, the spiritual and material consumption is very large. If Qingyang was not rich, he would have been squeezed out by now.

Wei Yufeng felt that at this time, Qingyang's strength should have been greatly reduced due to the mental and material losses, and he would also be a little relaxed because he had not encountered danger for a long time. It was a good time to take action.