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Baiqueshan Chapter 559: Flat Peach

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    "careful!"

    Lan Ying warned and took action at the same time. Her magic weapon was a long hook, which could be used to lock the opponent's magic weapon.

    Unexpectedly, this stream of light was extremely soft. Lan Ying's magic weapon clearly caught the sudden light, but the stream of light circled around the long hook lightly, making her attempt to stop it in vain.

    ??It was such a flash of lightning that Lan Ying had no time to stop him. The stream of light fell on Jia He and wrapped it around him, but he stood there unable to move.

    However, the wind cone in front of Jia He still hit him without stopping. Jia He could not avoid it and could only watch his body being pierced, penetrated and torn apart by the wind cone until he finally lost consciousness.  Fall into the abyss.

    The tacit understanding shown by two human monks who had never met each other at a critical moment of life and death was simply amazing. The two of them joined forces to attack, not only relieved the monk from the life-or-death dilemma of being besieged by three people, but also successfully killed each other.  One person brought the strength of both sides back to balance immediately.

    This time, Lan Ying and Lao Du did not need to ask questions. Yang Junshan stood under a giant peach tree dozens of feet away. After the monk who broke out restrained the wind cone, his face looked pale.  , looking quite embarrassed.

    Yang Junshan took two steps forward calmly and walked to the side of the monk, standing side by side with him, facing the two foreign monks Lan Ying and Lao Du opposite him.

    The monk straightened up, looked at Yang Junshan sideways, and said in a muffled voice: "It's a loss this time. You got the advantage."

    Yang Junshan said seriously: "Brother, what you said is wrong. I haven't seen it with my own eyes. How do I know that I will get all the benefits?"

    The monk said angrily: "You guy, you clearly took advantage and acted like a good boy. Apart from a few joint outsider monks, you and I are the only ones left in this Red Mist Mountain. Who else could it be if it wasn't you?"

    Yang Junshan asked back: "How do you know that the only human monks in this Red Mist Mountain are you and me, and have you seen it in person? What's more, your life was saved by me. If you pretend to be deaf and dumb,  , Brother is dead, why are you still holding on to those benefits?"

    The monk immediately whispered aggrievedly: "Is there any justice in this? People take the benefits for nothing, and even a few complaints make people speechless. Hey, by the way, what do you call me?  "

    Yang Junshan didn¡¯t know whether this person was really heartless or deliberately pretending to be so, but he still replied: "I am in Yuzhou Yang Junshan!"

    "I'm from Yuzhou," the monk obviously didn't believe it. This place was obviously closer to Liangzhou than to Yuzhou, but he nodded and said, "I'm Master Qingfeng, I'm just a casual cultivator."

    Yang Junshan naturally saw the suspicion in Master Qingfeng's eyes, but he didn't bother to explain it. However, after hearing him call himself "a casual cultivator", he took a serious look at it.

    Yang Junshan had witnessed the situation that Master Qingfeng faced just now when he was besieged by three outside monks including Lan Ying. He could persist for such a long time under the joint siege of three outside monks, even if he was called a true monk from any major sect.  That's all.

    At least Yang Junshan thought that he would not be able to withstand the siege by the three foreign monks just now. Of course, if Yang Junshan's cultivation also advanced to the Xuangang realm, then it would be a different matter.

    "Have you two finished talking?"

    After seeing Yang Junshan and Qingfeng Zhenren reunited, the two of them started chatting as if no one else was around. The expressions on the faces of Lan Ying and Lao Du became more and more gloomy. Finally, Lan Ying couldn't hold back her anger and interrupted their conversation with a loud shout.  .

    The two of them were slightly stunned. They looked at the two foreign monks opposite, but heard Na Lanying say in a deep voice: "Who among you two killed Yuan Kong?"

    Although these two people cooperated tacitly to kill Moxiu Jiahe in one fell swoop at first, they didn't even know each other's names when they met. Obviously, the two were not in the same group. So they killed Yuan Kong and got the secret of Hongwu Mountain.  The news should only be correct by one person.

    A thing that was originally a sure thing has now become complicated. A small group of five people has now lost three members, and the ownership of what they want has become uncertain.

    Yang Junshan and Qingfeng looked at each other, and no one seemed interested in answering. However, Yang Junshan suddenly turned his head and looked at Lao Du, who had been silent next to Lan Ying.

    Looking at Yang Junshan¡¯s half-smiling expression, Laodu¡¯s face, which was originally covered by many patterns, also changed color slightly. Qingfeng on the side noticed that Yang Junshan¡¯s expression was different and couldn¡¯t help but ask: ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡±

    Yang Junshan smiled "hehe" and said: "This fellow barbarian Taoist seems to be interested inHe has a lot of research on poison magic,"

    Master Qingfeng suddenly jumped up and said, "What? Did he just use poison magic? Why didn't I notice it?"

    Master Qingfeng paused, then looked at Yang Junshan and asked curiously: "How did you find out?"

    Yang Junshan didn't even look back and said, "You are not even afraid of entering the Red Mist Mountain and facing the peach blossom miasma in the sky. Are you still afraid of other poisonous magical powers?"

    Yang Junshan found that Master Qingfeng's thoughts seemed to be a little off-line, so before he could say anything, Yang Junshan went straight to Lan Ying, the Wu clan monk opposite, and said, "Then what is the charter of this Wu clan Taoist friend?"

    Lan Ying sneered and said: "You and I are just doing it once. We, the people of the Wu Clan, have always fought against each other. Who are we afraid of?"

    Yang Junshan curled his lips and soared directly from the top of the mountain towards the canopy of the giant peach tree covering dozens of acres.

    "Hey, what are you doing?" Master Qingfeng jumped into the air and chased Yang Junshan.

    "Looking for the flat peach. Didn't you come here just for the flat peach when you ventured into Hongwu Mountain this time?"

    While Yang Junshan was speaking, he took out a storage bag from his arms, waved his hand, and where the Yuanci Baoguang passed, the huge spiritual fruit produced on the tree was instantly put into the storage bag.

    "Ah, flat peaches, are there flat peaches in this Red Mist Mountain?" Master Qingfeng shouted, and then said: "Well, I actually want to find a lightning strike peach wood in the peach forest to refine a piece of magic weapon.  The magic weapon comes."

    Yang Junshan was stunned for a moment, but his hands were not idle. With a sweep of Yuanci Baoguang, dozens more spiritual peaches that were as big as a child's head were collected.

    Master Qingfeng asked strangely: "Aren't you looking for flat peaches? Why are you collecting all the spiritual peaches in random? It can't be that all the spiritual peaches in the tree are all flat peaches, right?"

    Yang Junshan glanced at him, but did not stop moving his hands, but asked: "How long can you stay in Hongwu Mountain?"

    Master Qingfeng was not dissatisfied at all with Yang Junshan changing the subject, and replied casually: "It will take more than an hour. The peach blossom barrier here is so powerful that I won't be able to stay there for a long time. But if I can find the lightning-struck peach tree this time, I can refining it."  Once you make it into a magic weapon, you won¡¯t have to worry about entering the Red Mist Mountain again.¡±

    Yang Junshan glanced at Lan Ying and Lao Du who were under the tree. The two seemed to have guessed what Yang Junshan was going to do and began to move towards the tree crown. Apparently they wanted to learn Yang Junshan's method, so he continued:  : "Do you have the direction to see through the flat peach?"

    Master Qingfeng was startled for a moment and said: "Yes, there is, but"

    "But it takes too long to see the direction of the real flat peach. Unless you encounter a flat peach at the beginning, you don't have time to examine every moment of the fruit on the giant peach tree."

    Master Qingfeng immediately understood and said: "So since you don't have time to find real flat peaches, you simply picked all the spiritual peaches from the tree, and then went back to verify them slowly?"

    Yang Junshan pursed his lips and said, "If you don't plan to help, then there is a two-thirds chance that this spiritual peach will be acquired by these two outsider monks."

    In the blink of an eye, Master Qingfeng saw Lan Ying just swaying on a certain branch, and all the dozens of spiritual peaches on the branch fell into her bag. As for Lao Du's method, it seemed that  It's a bit inferior, but the speed is definitely not slow.

    The two of them had obviously understood Yang Junshan¡¯s purpose, and began to collect as many spiritual peaches as possible from the giant peach tree.

    Seeing this, Master Qingfeng shouted loudly: "Look at me, I'll pick it too!"

    His body transformed into the wind and wandered among the tree crowns. When passing by nearby spiritual peaches, the flowing wind would take them away. After a moment, dozens of large spiritual peaches were blown away by the breeze behind Master Qingfeng.  A long queue formed, and then as he turned around and opened a storage bag, all the long queue of spiritual peaches fell into it.

    The huge canopy of the giant peach tree on the top of the mountain covered almost dozens of acres. In addition, the canopy was lush and leafy. The four monks fell into it, and their breaths and even their voices were soon obscured by the dense branches and leaves.  They were all covered up a lot, and almost none of the four people knew where anyone was.

    Yang Junshan shuttled through the canopy. Because he was the first to do it, the number of spiritual peaches harvested was naturally not small. He picked hundreds of them.

    At this time, there were very few spiritual peaches left on the giant peach tree after being picked by the four people. The four people often bumped into each other while walking in the canopy, but they all maintained restraint in a tacit understanding.

    Yang Junshan walked through the branches and leaves, and saw from a distance that there were two or three spiritual peaches dangling among the branches and leaves behind a clump of branches and leaves. They must have been accidentally picked, so they extended from the fingertips.Dao Yuanci Baoguang wants to pick these three spiritual peaches.

    But just when Yuanci Baoguang touched the three spiritual peaches, the entire giant peach tree suddenly shook. In Yang Junshan's surprised eyes, the three spiritual peaches suddenly began to shrink, and the originally watery peaches suddenly began to shrink.  The zi became wrinkled, leaving only the peach core wrapped in a piece of dry skin.

    Not only that, the originally lush canopy, at this time, clusters of peach leaves began to turn yellow and fall off one after another, and the green branches gradually lost their luster, slowly turning into old bark that has lost its moisture.  Dead branches.
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