But you have to say that Zhan Siyuan is really a pitfall, but it is a bit untenable.

The power of a medium-to-large monster with a fierce upper level is terrifying. Yuan Qingwei can fight the monster who controls the wires very vividly. On the one hand, the monster has not been fully formed, and on the other hand, it is also a core two-point, with the main and secondary inverted, resulting in the power that the other party can borrow is very limited.

But even so, Yuan Qingwei still couldn't fight the other party. Perhaps he could kill the other party once when he fought to the death, but the other party's foundation was in the field and could not destroy the field. The other party would return from nothingness again and again. Only a guy like Zhan Siyuan who practiced the great (defense) method to an extremely high level and was unreasonable when fighting could cut the other party into meat paste with one knife at a time.

Thinking of this, Yuan Qingwei looked at his exposed arms again. His white skin was covered with cracks like broken porcelain, and there was a very faint breath left in it. Although it did not hurt him, it was also preventing the wound from healing.

‘Is Guandi’s divine power characteristic? It’s also a little gain!’ Yuan Qingwei’s eyes darkened, and he activated Qingwei’s divine power, and gradually included the remaining divine power characteristic in Qingwei’s palace and slowly analyzed and absorbed it.

Yuan Qingwei slowly walked to the gathering place outside. After saying hello to Dai Xing, who was standing in front of him, he changed his clothes.

To be honest, for Zhan Siyuan taking away two grade C materials, he could only get one grade E material. Although Yuan Qingwei felt so painful, he could understand it.

The two materials taken away by Zhan Siyuan are both very suitable for refining external incarnations or substitute puppets, and the other is the side of fate. These two attribute materials are despised in any force. Especially the second type is always the system that the court fears the most. All countries in the main world have corresponding legends of fate. Even now, fate is still respected by countless people.

This leads to the fact that once the materials on the fate side are born, they will either be directly controlled by major forces or be damaged during the competition among the crowd. If individuals or small forces take over the materials on the fate side, they will basically not have a good ending.

What role did Yuan Qingwei play in this battle? Apart from early investigations, the subsequent contribution is actually not big. After all, Zhan Siyuan cannot directly destroy the "repair factory", but hopes to maximize the benefits and avoid some bad things. If you really want to say how irreplaceable Yuan Qingwei's role is, Yuan Qingwei is not that big-faced.

This contribution can be regarded as equal to the existence of Zhan Siyuan's default Qingwei and a piece of E-level material.

Otherwise, Qingwei appears in such a sensitive time, and it will protect Yuan Qingwei from spending most of the day in the materials that gave birth to the fate side. It is abnormal to not be invited to have tea.

Now that Zhan Siyuan has not continued to pursue the matter, it means that this matter has come to an end.

Yuan Qingwei, who had changed his clothes, touched the stone left by the boy. Yuan Qingwei closed his eyes again to accumulate energy.

On the second day, when all the dust fell, Yuan Qingwei returned to the Taiyi Temple of Yunjiang and began to teach Guan Cheng something common sense for those who practice.

After Liu Ming recovered and returned, Yuan Qingwei announced his retreat and practiced again, closed the door of the quiet room, and with the help of the Qingwei Palace, he arrived at the world of immortals and gods where Taoist Du'er used to live.

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The waning moon is hanging high, the night is already deep, and the faint moonlight cannot break the darkness. Under the silent night sky, on the rugged mountain roads in the dense forest, the bitter and cold night wind blows.

But even colder than the night wind were more than a dozen sharp blades flashing with faint cold light under the moonlight. More than a dozen bandits holding weapons surrounded an unarmed man. The tall and thin man who was placed on his neck was dared not resist at all, and allowed them to roughly open their black robes to check if they had anything hidden on them.

A bandit with scars on his face found a few pieces of silver and a dozen copper coins, and then turned a gloomy face and said, "Where is your goods?"

"My goods? Isn't it here?" The tall and thin man suddenly laughed, and then the ground shook, and a layer of floating soil rose. The scar-faced man immediately knew something was wrong. He waved the sharp blade in his hand and wanted to cut two men, but he didn't expect a figure to emerge from the ground. The sharp blade slashed at the man, causing a series of splashes of Mars.

The scarred man's face changed slightly. Looking at the figure in front of him with a gray face, bleeding from seven holes, and extremely terrifying, he said angrily: "Damn it, it's actually Zongzi! Are you a corpse-driver?"

The tall and thin man who was like a lamb just now smiled and said like a night owl: "I am worthy of being the leader of Qinggangshan, I am just a good witness, but I am not a corpse driver, but a corpse refiner! It was a coincidence that my treasure has been newly formed, but a few warm hearts nourished a little."

After saying that, the tall and thin man flipped his palm and started a bronze bell, shaking it gently, and suddenly several flags appeared around him, rolling up and down, moving in and out of position, turning the world. Several thin men around him could not bear the sound of bells that kept coming into his ears and the changing scenes around him, and fell to the ground one after another. Although the stronger bandits were better, they had watched for a long time and listened for a long time, and were still weak in their limbs. Only the scar-faced bandit barely maintained normal, but under the attack of the zombies, they were quickly taken out of their hearts and fell to the ground unwillingly.

"Good! Be good... Eat slowly, there are still many here..." The tall and thin man looked at the zombie swallowing the heart of the scarred bandit and comforted him softly, as if what he saw was not a terrible evil thing, but his favorite pet. But halfway through the soothing, the tall and thin man's face suddenly changed. He raised his hand and shot out a bone arrow, knocking down a bird with flapping wings.

"Damn it!" The man looked at the bandits around him, reached out and grabbed and threw them on the ground. More than a dozen stones of different sizes flew out, making blood holes in the bandits, then pinched the spell and chanted the zombies.

The zombie looked up and roared, and blood kept spurting out from the blood holes on the surrounding bandits' bodies into his mouth.

"Slaying! You dare to hurt someone!" A loud roar sounded, and then a ray of smoke rose from a distance, almost over the galloping horse. From the first word to the last word falling, the tall and thin man could see clearly the appearance of the person coming.

"Qiu Zhiye, you pass your Yangguan Road, I walk on my single-plank bridge, why bother with me!" The tall and thin man looked at the visitor, his face as ugly as the scar-faced bandit who had just discovered his identity.
Chapter completed!