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Chapter 1092: Night Attack

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    Without the Nascent Soul cultivator, this is good news for Qingyang. Back in Baishou Lake, Qingyang could kill Shi Ruyu on the fifth level of the Golden Core alone. There were almost no opponents in the middle stage of the Golden Core. When Qingyang recovered,  After that, few people in the entire Fallen Ghost Abyss could pose a threat to him.

    On the way from Tongcoff County to here, we encountered a lot of dangers. A month ago, a group of monsters ran out of nowhere, causing great trouble to the entire team.  Half a month ago, while sleeping at night, the camp was attacked by an evil cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage, killing and injuring several guards. Fortunately, Ivy Tengren took action in time and drove away the attacker.

    I won¡¯t talk about other minor situations. In short, the journey was not very peaceful. Fortunately, the guards brought by the candidates were all selected elites, and there were two foundation-building monks in the team. The journey was relatively smooth.  , except for seven or eight guards who were killed or injured, all ten candidates were fine.

    Two of Ma Xingchen¡¯s guards died, which was the biggest loss among all the candidates. Old Man Zhi was lucky enough not to be among these two.  In fact, it is normal to have this loss. Who makes them have the lowest cultivation level?  In a team of hundreds of people, only Ma Xingchen has a pulse-opening monk.

    Fortunately, we are not far from Dry Tomb City. The ten-day journey will soon arrive, and we should not encounter any danger again.  On this day, everyone had traveled for another day. Even the Qi Refining monks were a little tired. Seeing that the sky was getting dark, everyone set up a temporary camp at the foot of a mountain.

    In a tent on the edge of the camp, Qingyang was meditating, refining and dispersing. In addition to him, there was Old Man Zhi and two other guards. As for Ma Shi and Ma Xingchen, it was naturally impossible for them to live with them. There were eight guards when they came.  , now there are only four people left, and the tent is much spacious.

    Unknowingly, in the middle of the night, Qingyang had just finished refining half of the Mihe Powder he had taken, when he suddenly heard a loud bang outside, and then heard two sounds of breaking through the air. It seemed like someone was flying into the sky, and at the same time he shouted: "Yes.  Who, who dares to attack my camp?¡±

    The voice belonged to Qingteng Sanren. Hearing the anger in his voice, it seemed that the camp had been attacked by someone just now, and the damage caused was considerable. Qingyang and others did not dare to neglect, and quickly got out of the tent, while checking  situation, while meeting up with Ma Xingchen, Ma Shi and others.

    The whole camp was in a mess, and the guards were busy looking for their master. Sanren Qingteng and another foundation-building monk Shangguan Ping were standing in the sky with their spiritual weapons, but the two of them looked very embarrassed. Sanren Qingteng was better, Shangguanping  His body was injured, and he obviously suffered a lot from the night attack just now.

    These two people have the highest cultivation level among the entire team, and the night attackers attacked them as soon as they arrived. They obviously understood the situation here, and the attack was very targeted. There were dozens of people outside the camp.  There seemed to be a lot of shadowy people at Zhang's place, but the night was too dark to see clearly, and I don't know when the team was targeted by them, but they didn't notice it at all.

    Qingteng Sanren stood high in the sky, his thoughts wandering in his mind. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to Withered Tomb City, and the mission was about to be completed, he gradually relaxed his vigilance. He did not expect that someone would take advantage of this moment to launch a sneak attack.  Because he didn't react quickly enough, he was injured just now. Who dared to intercept and kill their team here?  Judging from the situation, there seemed to be a lot of people, and I didn¡¯t know if people like myself could handle it.

    While Qingteng Sanren was still thinking, Shangguan Ping had already shouted loudly and said: "Who is so bold that he dares to attack the Holy Son's preliminary team? Aren't you afraid of the blame of the Infinite Saint?"

    "Humph, Immeasurable Saint will blame you for using a tiger skin as a banner? Can the old man take care of it? Even if you want to take care of it, you have to be ordered to file a complaint." A voice a few dozen feet away snorted coldly.

    Seeing that the camp was on alert, the group of people dozens of feet away simply walked out of the darkness. The first was a gloomy-looking man with a fifth-level cultivation. He was the one who spoke just now.  There are two men in black beside this person, one on the left and one on the right, one on the fourth level of foundation building and one on the second level of foundation building. Behind him are thirty people, all of whom are in the middle and late stages of Qi refining.

    Seeing the cultivation level of this group of people, Qingteng Sanren's heart suddenly sank. I'm afraid things are not going to be easy to handle. The other party has one more foundation-building monk than this one, and the gloomy man who leads it is still five levels of foundation-building monks, higher than himself.  The cultivation level is still high.  Among the remaining people, although there are more people here, most of them are guards in the early stage of Qi Refining. Compared with the guards on the opposite side who are all in the middle and late stages of Qi Refining, they are far behind.

    The opponent is so powerful, even if I risk my life, I may not be able to win. It seems that this mission is going to fail, but no matter what, I can't escape without taking advantage of it. Qingteng Sanren said while thinking about countermeasures:  "Who are you? Why are you blocking the Holy Son primary election team?"

      The gloomy-looking man opposite sneered: "How could we leave you our real names when we came out to do this kind of thing? Just think of us as bandits gathering in the nearby mountains and forests. I heard that a large group of people are coming from Tongcoff County.  I participated in the primary election of the Holy Son in Dry Tomb City, so I came out to get some money to spend."

    The fourth-level foundation-building monk next to him said: "Those who can be selected to participate in the primary election of the Holy Son must be direct descendants of each family, and they will definitely have good things. Boss, we have made a fortune this time."

    ??????????????????????? Are these bandits gathering in the mountains and forests?  Block the Son's preliminary team to get some money to spend?  Qingteng Sanren doesn't look like him.  But the matter has come to this, and there is no use thinking about anything else. If spending some spiritual stones can solve the problem, Qingteng Sanren is still willing. After all, he has come with a mission, and he must ensure that the team reaches the Withered Tomb City safely, and the damage to himself will be too great.  Can't afford to suffer.

    Qingteng Sanren decided to endure this tone for the time being and said: "Since you are seeking wealth, there is no need to go all out. Just tell me the number. If we can afford it, we will definitely find a way to get it for you. But you don't want lions either.  It is in no one¡¯s interest to open the door wide and let the fish die and the net is broken.¡±

    Qingteng Sanren's words were both soft and hard, hoping that the other party would be merciful, but the other party did not accept this trick at all. The leading monk laughed twice and said: "We bandits live a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife. When should we be afraid?"  Is the fish dead and the net broken? Just kill you all, everything will be ours, don¡¯t you get whatever you want? Is there any need to discuss? "

    After hearing the words of the leading monk, Qingteng Sanren was even more certain that these people were not bandits at all, but were pretended by others, and the purpose was to kill them. In this case, there was nothing to discuss.  Let¡¯s fight first and see how things go.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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