On the Blood Fog Island, killing demonic beasts was a huge loss.
If they were in the outside world, the Bone Horn Beast's body would be valuable, especially the bone horn. It was definitely a good material for refining weapons.
Unfortunately, this was the Blood Fog Island. Everyone here was a teenager. How could anyone know how to refine pills or refine weapons?
Even if they did, they couldn't make bricks without straw.
They had paid the price of two lives to kill a demonic beast, but they had gained nothing.
"Sigh."
Little Six sighed. He knew that he couldn't stay here for long. He immediately took the resources from his second brother and fourth brother and was about to leave.
Suddenly, something happened!
"Clap, clap, clap."
"What an emotional drama."
At this moment, three people walked out of the forest. The leader smiled and clapped his hands with a mocking expression.
"Yan Nine!" Little Six's face darkened when he saw the newcomer.
"Yan Thirty-Six, you're really something. When you return, you'll be the leader." Yan Nine's lips curled into an evil smile.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Now that I'm in your hands, there's nothing to say. Since we know each other, all the resources here belong to you. Let me live." Little Six's face changed slightly. He took off his bag and water bag.
Yan Nine shook his head and smiled. "I couldn't tell. Yan Thirty-Six, who only dared to hide behind me, has become like this.
Actually, you discovered the Bone Horn Beast long ago. You only sent the signal when it approached the pool.
Now that both of them are dead, you'll be the leader of the team when we return. Am I right? "
Yan Thirty-Six's face changed. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but was ruthlessly interrupted by Yan Nine.
"That's enough. When you die, all the resources will naturally be mine."
Yan Nine waved his hand. The two people behind him immediately jumped out and pounced on Yan Thirty-Six.
Yan Nine looked around and finally, his gaze fell on a certain direction.
Leng Shiqi's heart sank. Yan Nine was looking in his direction!
"I've been discovered!" Leng Shiqi smiled bitterly in his heart.
"I didn't expect that three parties would come to collect water at the same time. This is too rare."
The Blood Fog Island was neither too big nor too small. It was rare to encounter such a situation.
Since he was discovered, Leng Shiqi didn't bother to hide anymore. He clenched his fine iron sword and walked out confidently.
He had heard of Yan Jiu before. Yan Jiu belonged to the strongest group in the area and was an "expert" who had already reached the ninth level of the Spirit Gathering Realm.
Being targeted by a Spirit Cultivator at the ninth level of the Spirit Gathering Realm, there was no way to escape.
Generally speaking, a small team would consist of about five to ten people. The cultivation level of the team members was generally at the fifth or sixth level of the Spirit Gathering Realm, while the team leader was at the seventh or eighth level.
As for those below the fifth layer, sorry, they could only fend for themselves. No team would take in those with weak cultivation.
As for Yan Jiu, he had nine members in his team. The weakest among them was at the seventh level of Spirit Gathering Realm!
Every single one of them was capable of forming a small team on their own!
This kind of strength was enough to rank in the top three among the teams in this area.
"Little brother, how should I address you?" Yan Jiu came up and greeted him warmly. He gave people the feeling that he was a big brother next door.
"Leng Shiqi."
Leng Shiqi didn't hide it. Everyone had their own code name engraved on their wrists. Anyone who looked closely would be able to see it.
"Brother Leng, your sword looks pretty good. I wonder if you can lend it to me for a look.
Don't worry, you should have heard of me, Yan Jiu. You should know that I don't force people to do things against their will. "Yan Jiu said with a smile.
Leng Shiqi sneered in his heart, "Heh, I'm afraid that those who see you force people against their will all die."
He knew that Yan Jiu had taken a fancy to his fine iron sword. This sword was given to him by the system. Although the name was very old-fashioned, the sword was slender and the blade emitted a cold aura. It was obvious that it wasn't an ordinary sword.
On the Blood Fog Island, it was already good to have a normal weapon. Even Yan Jiu coveted this kind of ranked spirit weapon.
"There's no point in talking."
Leng Shiqi shook his head. He couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense with Yan Jiu. He definitely wouldn't hand over the sword. In fact, whether he handed it over or not, they wouldn't let him go.
Right now, he could only fight!
Leng Shiqi made the first move. Yan Jiu sneered in disdain, thinking that Leng Shiqi was overestimating himself.
With a shake of his right hand, a short knife slid out of his sleeve. There were two or three cracks on the blade. No wonder he coveted Leng Shiqi's fine iron sword so much.
Yan Jiu didn't care about Leng Shiqi's sword at first because it didn't have any sword moves. He had ten ways to dodge it.
However, when he closed the distance, he realized that something was wrong.
This sword was aimed at his vitals, but he didn't know which vitals it was aimed at.
This sword seemed to have locked onto several vitals at the same time. It was as if it could change direction at any time. It was very difficult to predict.
"Strange!"
Yan Jiu thought to himself. However, he knew that his cultivation was much higher than his opponent's, so he decided to attack.
He poured all of his spiritual energy into the short knife, causing it to shine brightly.
"Chi!"
Yan Jiu was stunned.
He didn't expect that Leng Shiqi's sword had been slightly deflected, and the tip of the sword had pierced into his wrist!
As the saying goes, an inch longer is an inch stronger. Yan Jiu's short knife was already in front of Leng Shiqi. It was only a few inches away.
However, those few inches were like the end of the world.
Leng Shiqi changed from a stab to a flick and broke the tendons in Yan Jiu's hand.
"Ah!" Yan Jiu screamed and dropped the short knife in his hand.
The "Basic Sword Technique" at the level of Great Perfection was so powerful.
However, Yan Jiu was at the ninth level of the Spirit Gathering Realm after all. He didn't care about his right hand anymore.
He immediately formed a fist with his left hand. The fist was so fierce that it even caused a tiger's roar.
Leng Shiqi's eyes flashed with a hint of madness. He didn't dodge and went straight for the attack.
"Three-fold Palm!"
At this moment, the "Three-fold Palm" at the level of Great Perfection had been merged into one.
The palm seemed simple and unadorned, but once it hit, the palm energy would be endless. Three waves of spiritual energy would enter the enemy's body. Each wave was three times stronger than the previous one.
The fist and the palm collided, producing a dull sound. Then, both of them retreated.
Leng Shiqi retreated more than ten steps. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
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The force of Yan Jiu's punch rushed into his body. However, he was prepared and hurriedly circulated his spiritual energy to counteract it. He still suffered some internal injuries.
He only felt that his entire right arm was numb and his meridians were aching. He couldn't even hold the fine iron sword steadily.
However!
Yan Jiu was even worse.
At this moment, Yan Jiu's entire left arm was twisted strangely. It was as if his bones were dislocated in several places. It was very miserable.
Leng Shiqi's "Three-fold Palm" at the level of Great Perfection turned the palm energy into three waves of hidden force that entered the opponent's body. It directly destroyed the insides of the body.
Yan Jiu didn't take Leng Shiqi's palm seriously because of his high cultivation level. He didn't even take any precautions.
He allowed the three waves of hidden force to enter his left arm and wantonly destroy his meridians and bones. Now, his entire arm was crippled.
Although it seemed like a long time, it had only been a dozen breaths since the two of them started fighting. Yan Jiu, who was at the ninth level of Spirit Gathering, had actually lost both his arms.
Take advantage of his weakness and kill him.
Leng Shiqi obviously couldn't miss this opportunity. He endured the pain in his body and charged forward.
As long as he killed Yan Jiu, he was confident that he could escape from the other two who were only at the seventh level of Spirit Gathering.
"Save me!"
Yan Jiu saw Leng Shiqi charging over and shouted loudly. Then, he actually turned around and ran toward the other two.
At this moment, the two people surrounding Yan Thirty-Six suddenly realized that in the blink of an eye, their boss had been defeated by someone at the seventh level of Spirit Gathering.
Yan Jiu, who was at the ninth level of Spirit Gathering, had been severely injured in just a few moves. Moreover, he had been defeated so miserably.
The two of them immediately thought of something.
They knew Yan Jiu's strength very well. Seeing that he could easily defeat their leader, wouldn't they be courting death if they went over?
However, if they didn't save him, their leader had treated them well. Moreover, if their leader escaped, how would they be able to withstand their leader's anger in the future?
"You go and help our leader. I'll take care of this person!" The two of them hesitated for a moment before saying the same thing in unison.
The atmosphere instantly became awkward.
However, Leng Shiqi didn't care about this. While the two of them were hesitating, he chased after them.
"Gu Qiqi, Mo Wushi, the two of you don't have to care about Yan Thirty-Six!
He took a punch from me and is severely injured. Block him for me. When we get back, I'll teach you the Howling Tiger Fist! "
Yan Jiu saw that the two of them were actually hesitating and was really angry, hateful, and afraid. He was really afraid that the two of them would abandon him and leave, so he had to tempt them.
Howling Tiger Fist?!
The two of them looked at each other and became excited. That was a level one spiritual technique!
It was also Yan Jiu's strongest spiritual technique. Its power was unparalleled.
Who wouldn't want such a spiritual technique?
The two of them immediately gave up on attacking Yan Thirty-Six and protected Yan Jiu behind them.
"Scram!" Leng Shiqi's eyes were filled with murderous intent. Yan Jiu must die!
"Stone Flipping Palm."
"Oblique Wind Kick."
The two of them attacked fiercely with a palm and a kick.