Chapter 405: Nanshu Wengpeng

Name: None
Spirit: Kuishion
Combat power rating: Tier 6 middle grade
Growth potential: 7th-level substandard
On the top of a cliff, a huge, white-haired lion was standing there, looking ahead.
The attribute panel appears as a sixth-order middle-grade spirit.
"Quilion?" Qin Ming's first reaction when he saw this lion was that the name of this spirit was familiar.
Immediately he thought of the Southern Shu monk he had seen at the foot of the mountain. It seemed that the purpose of his visit to Xishan was to hunt for this lion.
In the end, he was the first to find it.
Spirits above six ranks are rare, and their inner alchemy is worth dozens of middle-grade Yuanjing, Qin Ming thinks there is no reason to let others.
"Does the master want me to kill this big guy?" Jiancao sitting on his shoulders saw Qin Ming staring at the lion, and asked.
"No problem," Qin Ming said.
"Of course!" Jiancao's eyes lit up, and immediately floated into the air, flushing with excitement on her face.
The unconcealed breath of the sword grass also immediately alarmed the lion.
"Transformation spirit!" Quil Shi's intelligence is not low, after recognizing the identity of the floating little milk baby spirit, he became highly vigilant in his heart.
"Youkai, take your life." The little milk baby didn't know where she learned it, and pointed to Kuishion in a loud voice.
Kuishi's eyes were cold, "Why do you want to work for the human race?"
In its view, a powerful spirit that can transform like sword grass must have rare and precious blood, and its status among spirits is also quite high. It is not a problem at all to become the overlord of one party and should not be associated with humans.
"My life is bestowed by the master, how can you understand it?" Jiancao's sword surged around her body, and an invisible strong wind was set off.
The fierce oppression made Kuishi retreat again and again, and his entire body's hair rooted up.
Roar!
With a roar, it was originally the king of Xishan, this was the first time it was suppressed so miserably without a fight.
Sword Grass stretched out his hand, and the cyan ice sword was condensed in an instant. With his finger, the ice sword pierced through the air and pierced the lion.
The lion was good at defense, and his thick hair was stronger than fine iron. However, driven by the milk baby, the ice sword directly pierced these hairs, and half of the sword blade plunged into the flesh and blood.
The sword air and cold air attached to it began to madly stir and destroy the Kuishi body.
This is a complete suppression of the ranks, and the sword grass who still understands the sword state of mind is the opponent, which also makes the gap between the two sides too wide.
Kui Shi was killed in a second, and his lack of resistance was expected.
The lion's breath was exhausted, knowing that he would really be unable to survive if he didn't run, and immediately tried to jump off the cliff, trying to get a glimmer of life.
Unfortunately, Qin Ming was not prepared to give it this opportunity.
The wind suddenly changed in mid-air, and it actually blew it back abruptly.
The milk baby once again condensed an ice sword and held it in his hand, and then the huge sword light chopped off Quishi's head.
"Stop!" In the jungle in the distance, a loud shout suddenly sounded, and dozens of breaths appeared in Qin Ming's range of perception.
Qin Ming looked at the team led by the monks in Southern Shu.
Within a few vertical leaps, this group of monks arrived at this place of Xishan cliff.
Weng Peng first glanced at the beheaded Kuishi, then his eyes fell on Qin Ming, who was holding Kuishi's inner alchemy.
Kuishion was the target of his trip, but he didn't expect to be given the first step by others.
"This person can kill the lion alone!" one of the monks was surprised.
They had been tracking Queshi's whereabouts, but when they heard Queshi's roar, they rushed towards this side and saw the scene before them.
As for the process of the beheading of the lion, they did not see it. Compared to the little milk baby sword grass who had returned to Qin Ming, their first reaction was that Qin Ming beheaded the lion.
Weng Peng was silent for a moment, and then said more politely: "This brother is very capable, I don't know where he is."
"I'm alone, walking in all directions, I don't know what your Excellency is." Qin Ming replied, the Kuishi Neidan did not take it back, and it was still in his hand.
Weng Peng glanced at the inner alchemy again, and then said: "This Kuishi inner alchemy is of great use to me. I would like to buy it with fifty middle-grade Yuanjing. I wonder if you can sell it to me."
"Yes." Qin Ming nodded.
A sixth-tier middle-grade spirit inner pill generally has a market value of about thirty to forty middle-grade crystals.
The value of some rare essences could be higher, but it would not be higher than fifty middle-grade crystals.
The price offered by Weng Peng is quite generous.
Of course, it may be that Qin Ming's strength is strong enough, otherwise this Weng Peng would not be so easy to speak.
In the wild, forcibly grabbing, and even killing people for treasure, is commonplace for monks.
Hearing Qin Ming's consent, Weng Peng took out a bag of Yuan Jing and threw it to Qin Ming first.
Qin Ming opened it and looked at it. There was no doubt that there were fifty middle-grade Yuanjing, so he threw the lion inner alchemy in his hand to Weng Peng.
For him, his inner alchemy was meant to be sold, not to whom it was sold, as long as it could be sold at a good price.
Weng Peng's complexion only slightly eased when the Kuishi Neidan got it.
"If there is a chance, come to my Nanshu as a guest, and I will meet him personally." Weng Peng then extended an invitation to Qin Ming.
Power families like them, for those talented monks they encounter, they won't miss the chance to recruit them.
Qin Ming nodded, and made a few polite words, and the two sides separated extremely harmoniously.
The expected tense atmosphere did not appear, and the problem was solved peacefully through a transaction.
"Master Weng, since this lion has been beheaded, then we?" A monk who followed Weng Peng asked.
"No hurry, I still have a few pieces of information about the treasures of heaven and earth in my hand. If you have nothing to do with me, you can look for it with me. Everyone has the benefit." Weng Peng said.
"Okay, everything is subject to the arrangements of the adults." The monk replied.
When they came to Xishan this time, they didn't want to go back empty-handed, naturally they wanted to follow Weng Peng for some benefits.
Somewhere in the mountains, a wisp of black smoke suddenly appeared.
Along with the black smoke, several bald monks in monk robes walked out slowly.
"Today is a bit lively in the mountains." One of the monks suddenly smiled and licked his dry mouth.
"Well, you are free to play, remember not to provoke people who shouldn't be offended." A one-eyed elderly monk said slowly.
"Okay, it just happened that I was about to break the barrier recently, and I need a lot of supplements, hehe..."
Although these monks are Buddhists, they don't have the breath of dust at all.
On the contrary, those dark eyes, like a poisonous snake, give people a chilling feeling.