Two storage rings, one blue and one purple.

Shui Qingyang heard people use it. After erasing the magic mark on the ring, he sensed the internal space, which was about one meter long, wide and high, just like a small room with all kinds of items piled up in it.

There are wealth, weapons, wine and meat, and even a few pictures of the erotic palace...

Shui Qingyang decisively took out the useless thing, and urged Bi Fang to burn it completely.

Song Yuhu and Ding Yourong, who were watching, both had their eyes shining. After a glimpse of the whole picture, the two women saw the horror of this magical power.

I became even more curious about Shui Qingyang's identity.

Shui Qingyang transferred the things on his body to the blue storage ring, and was relaxed, and handed the purple storage ring to Ding Yourong.

Ding Yourong shook his head, "You saved my father, and told me that I had the magical power of the Nine-tailed Fox, and I gave me the Pink Clothes of Heaven. And I only saved you once, and I can't ask for anything anymore."

Upon hearing this, Shui Qingyang smiled and said, "Even if Teacher Ding doesn't want it, you can give it to Ding Bo."

This made Ding Yourong hesitate. Of course, she understood the benefits of the storage ring to monks, and also knew that her father wanted to buy one, but it was just because she had no conditions.

"Xiao Rong quickly put it in, and the idiot will refuse!" Song Yuhu snatched the purple one and forced it over.

Ding Yourong pursed her lips and asked Song Yuhu for a handkerchief. She held the ring through the handkerchief, used her skills to suck some hot spring water, washed it several times, and then wrapped the ring with the handkerchief and put it in her pocket.

Shui Qingyang: “…”

Song Yuhu: “…”

So this girl just refused. Are she embarrassed or thinks the ring is too dirty?

In addition to the storage ring, the two heads of the family are also worth a thousand gold, and it is a credit to take them back. Shui Qingyang is not polite, and each of them is included in the storage ring.

Before leaving, Shui Qingyang was whimsical and tried to suck the pink mist into the storage ring, but once he left the pink petals, the mist mist became like rootless duckweed and quickly dissipated by itself.

He did not give up, and finally picked a lot of pink petals. This made Song Yuhu laugh again, mocking Shui Qingyang for being a fool of himself and wanting to be humble.

The three of them didn't stay for a long time. On the way out, Shui Qingyang also searched for the bodies of the Wu leader, but unfortunately the other party had no objects.

Walking out of the fog and miasma is the end of the year, when the weather is gradually approaching, the wind is coming, and the wind blows on the face.

The three of them separated from the large army and after discussion, they decided to go to Yazhu Cliff first. They were not in a hurry to rush along the way, and were always alert to the surroundings.

When he arrived at a hillside, Shui Qingyang suddenly stepped suddenly and looked down through the jungle, and saw a group of people resting. He was stunned, and a sharp light quickly flew across his eyes.

Seeing that his expression was strange, Song Yuhu looked at him and was shocked: "Cao Lin, why is he here?"

Those people were monks from the law enforcement supervisor in the south city of Cuihua City. They were all his confidants, led by Cao Lin.

"It's still why, of course it's to kill me." Shui Qingyang smiled gently and broke a leaf. At this moment, his cold expression was a little cautious when Song Yuhu saw it.

Song Yuhu was dissatisfied: "Why should you determine it?"

Shui Qingyang's tone was calm: "There was no traitor to lead the way yesterday, and the Fengfeng League could not lock our position so quickly. Later, I used Lan Jinsong to defraud, and they were indeed trapped. Cao Lin has always been Lan Jinsong's lackey. I didn't let him follow him, but he left the city. Without Lan Jinsong's permission, would he dare?"

After being refuted, Song Yuhu gloated: "Yeah, then, our brother Shui is not having a good life."

Shui Qingyang turned his head and looked at her without turning his eyes. The dark starry eyes kept making Song Yuhu's heart beat slightly, and he stomped his feet and scolded: "What are you looking at? Have you never seen a beauty?"

"Sister Song, help me kill Cao Lin, I will give you the Nine-tailed Fox magic power."

The plain voice sounded in the ears of the two girls, but it made the two girls stare in horror, and even Ding Yourong was stunned.

Anyway, Cao Lin was a monk in the Immortal Dynasty and was still Lan Jinsong's confidant. He could be restored to his post at any time, but Shui Qingyang would kill him as soon as he said he could.

Does this kid understand what he is doing?

Song Yuhu looked at him for a while and said viciously: "The monks of the Immortal Dynasty are strictly forbidden to kill each other. Especially Cao Lin's identity is special. Do you know that once the matter is exposed, all of us will die miserably!"

Shui Qingyang didn't care: "Rules are rules. Don't Lan Jinsong want to kill me too? As long as you do it cleanly, there will be no problem."

Hearing that he was not a joke, Song Yuhu's eyes widened a little longer, and at this moment he realized that the boy in front of him was not only black-bellied, but also bold. No, he was lawless.

After all, she was a captain in Yicheng, but she never thought of harming people of the same level in the past. She didn't have the courage and didn't want to be afraid.

This guy was so good that he actually discussed killing another former captain in front of him.

It's simply ignoring the magic of immortals!

"Boy, believe it or not, I will expose you and let you die without a place to bury!" Song Yuhu threatened with a dark smile.

Shui Qingyang's tone was plain: "The people below, including Cao Lin, have only three Caixia realm monks. As long as they are separated and broken, it is not difficult to catch them in one place."

"What, do you want to destroy everyone?" Song Yuhu even opened his mouth a little wide.

Ding Yourong was also shocked by this guy's thoughts.

Song Yuhu smiled angrily, pulled Ding Yourong back together, cursing, "Crazy, killing Cao Lin is a death sentence, and I want to kill everyone. I'm not enough to die a hundred times. You are tired of living, don't drag us down!"

Upon hearing this, Shui Qingyang was not angry and said with a smile: "Sister Song, with your current cultivation level, it is impossible to break through to the Dharma Realm in a few decades. Even if you break through to the Dharma Realm in a way and want to exchange for 100,000 supernatural powers, it will take a long time to accumulate.

You will probably be faster than most casual cultivators. Is hundreds of years enough? Even if you have great luck, it will be useless to be a city lord. Of course, if Sister Song has outstanding abilities and becomes the state lord as soon as possible, it may take decades."

This was very vicious, but it really hit Song Yuhu's lifeline, making her face turn blue and red.

Which monk without a large background doesn’t want to learn the 100,000 magical powers on the rune monument? Any one of them is enough to become the treasure of many sects and families.

For monks, that kind of supernatural power will greatly enhance their strength and capital. In the cruel world of cultivation, it is hard to exchange for money!

Although Song Yuhu was self-pretentious, she also had self-knowledge. The state lord dared not think that being able to become a city lord within hundreds of years was already a ancestral tomb.

If she could learn one of the 100,000 supernatural powers as soon as possible, there would undoubtedly be a completely different life in the competition and greatly shorten the time to take office.

On the one hand, there is the law of the Immortal Dynasty and on the other hand, there is the opportunity of life. Song Yuhu's face was full of entanglement, his fists were clenched, and he almost bit his lips.

She suddenly said murderously: "I don't have to take risks, just take you down."

"Sister Song is not such a person." Shui Qingyang was full of confidence: "Mr. Ding untied your seal yesterday. If you have murderous intentions, I will not live now. Sister Song is unforgivable, but in fact she is very soft-hearted."

"Bastard, I won't take your trick!" Song Yuhu cursed and gritted his teeth, "What you did is too risky, I won't participate."

After thinking about it, she still forced herself to hold back her thoughts and dared not take risks. However, her body and mind were sore and powerless because of this decision, and could only curse Shui Qingyang in her heart.

Unexpectedly, Shui Qingyang added the code and said, "Then take a step back, Sister Song just needs to lead Cao Lin away for me. You don't have to do anything. I will still pass on your Nine-tailed Fox magical power. Even if something happens, you can leave it clear."

As soon as these words came out, Song Yuhu opened his mouth and wanted to refuse, but his mouth seemed to be glued...

Under the hillside, a group of monks from the south city were resting.

Cao Lin and several confidants were just discussing how to find Shui Qingyang and secretly kill each other. They formulated different plans based on different situations and were constantly improving them.

From this we can see how much these guys hate Shui Qingyang.

"Who, come out!"

At this moment, the monk who was responsible for prevention shouted and drew his sword to point at the jungle.

The jungle was separated by a pair of white and tender hands and walked out of a beautiful woman in pink. She was romantic, but her face was very pale and there was blood on the corners of her mouth. She was obviously injured.

"Widow Song, why are you here?" The few people in the middle stood up, Cao Lin recognized the other person at first and frowned secretly.

According to the news sent by Xue Jian, didn’t this woman go to search for the Fengfeng League with Shui Qingyang?

Song Yuhu covered his chest and said, "Cao Lin, I thought it was you just now, so I came out to see you. I have something important, please borrow a step to speak."

"Sir, be careful of fraud!" Several people reminded Cao Lin.

Of course, Cao Lin was not that reckless, and waved his hand and smiled: "All of them have been familiar with each other for many years. If you have anything to do with Widow Song, what's the same thing to say here."

Song Yuhu said coldly: "It also includes the Lord of Guicheng, Lan Jinsong's affairs? The day before yesterday, I and the Water Captain of Guicheng were attacked by the Fengfeng Alliance. The Water Captain of Guicheng were not aware of his life and death, and I also learned a big secret."

These words shocked a group of people, but Song Yuhu himself was very nervous.

Because this was what Shui Qingyang asked her to say, the guy insisted on thinking that Lan Jinsong could not reveal his relationship with Zhuifeng League to Cao Lin.

But once the judgment is wrong, Cao Lin and Zhuifeng League will be connected, and the appearance of Song Yuhu will naturally have many flaws.

It’s very simple. Your relationship between Song Yuhu and Shui Qingyang is so good. Even if you know the evidence of Lan Jinsong, you will not know the relationship between Cao Lin and Shui Qingyang, and you can still run out due to injury?

Shui Qingyang, in the dark, also tried a little harder when he grabbed the bark.

Fortunately, Cao Lin was puzzled for a moment and asked, "Person Song, what do you mean?"

"It's important. I only believe in you. If you don't care, then forget it." Song Yuhu walked away and rushed out.

Without thinking, Cao Lin's eyes flashed. Seeing that Song Yuhu's figure was about to disappear, he finally shouted: "Person Song, wait."

He gave his subordinates a look of calmness and quickly chased after him.
Chapter completed!