Refining divine pills, controlling divine beasts, and the useless lady is so cool

Mu Qingli laughed again, looked at him, and said nothing.

Meng Feng was anxious, feeling that her thoughts had been guessed, and asked tentatively, "How much do you think is appropriate?"

Mu Qingli glanced at Luo Yu, who immediately stepped forward and began to argue with Meng Feng: "To be honest, at first we really thought you really wanted to make friends with us, but we didn't expect you to actually want to trick us."

Meng Feng was shocked. He thought that the people in front of him were a few fat sheep, but he never expected that they could see through something so quickly.

Meng Feng was only at the fifth level of Spiritual Emperor, and usually made a living by tricking newcomers. This time, he encountered a tough opponent. He struggled for a moment, but then, thinking of the cultivation levels of the people in front of him, he put on a smile:

"I didn't mean to trick you. My friend was injured and in urgent need of medicine, so I was wondering if I could use this kid to save his life."

Luo Yu lowered his eyes and said nonchalantly: "I remember I gave you a bottle of pills the day we came in. Is it useless?"

He didn't leave Meng Feng any room for bargaining. Meng Feng secretly hated him, but his face was extremely sad. "My friend's injury is quite serious. He needs a Saint-level elixir to heal. Please have pity on me."

Luo Yu sighed: "If you don't want to continue doing this business, then forget it. Let's look for other..."

Meng Fengcai interrupted him halfway through his speech: "I don't want a bottle, I just want one, one Saint-level pill, okay?"

Luo Yu turned his head to look at Mu Qingli, and when he saw her nod slightly, he said hesitantly to Meng Feng:

"We originally didn't intend to use Saint-level elixirs to buy a house. After all, one less elixir is enough. However, seeing that you pleaded so earnestly, we reluctantly agreed."

Although Meng Feng didn't make too much money, he was already very satisfied to get a holy-level pill.

In the foreign forest, only cultivators above the Spirit Saint level are qualified to purchase Saint-level elixirs, and those at the Spirit Emperor level are only qualified to use Emperor-level elixirs.

Meng Feng brought them to the house. The house was relatively remote, but the environment was good, and Mu Qingli was quite satisfied with it.

The match with the Baihua Gang was on the next day. That evening, Mu Qingli and Xiao Lingyi discussed some strategies.

Shangguan Xiyue asked, "Just hit me? No mercy?"

Luo Ning also looked up at Mu Qingli. She had the same idea as Shangguan Xiyue.

Mu Qingli nodded: "I have to stand out a little bit, so why not take this opportunity to make a name for myself."

Luo Yu and Murong Jingchen chuckled, "Maybe we can even get a title for this."

The two were just joking, but after the game, they were indeed banned behind their backs.

The night passed quickly, and Zhao Jianren and Mei Liangxin each led their teams to the agreed battlefield.

In addition to the participants in the competition, the two also summoned all the strong men in the gang who had no wins, as they were both afraid that the other would cheat after losing.

In terms of strength, among the seven people who came up from the Baihua Gang, one was a third-level Spiritual Saint, four were second-level Spiritual Saints, and two were first-level Spiritual Saints.

Their overall strength seems to be much higher than Mu Qingli and the others, and the Baihua Gang is very powerful.

In terms of size, the Flying Tiger Gang has three women and four men, but all of them are tall and thin and look weak, while the seven men of the Hundred Flowers Gang each occupy the same volume as two men.

No matter from which perspective, the Baihua Gang is bound to win.

Zhao Jianren cursed Mei Liangxin in his heart as an old fox who actually used the most elite forces in the gang to deal with a few people who had rarely seen blood.

But no matter what he thought in his heart, the game was about to begin.

The man headed by Bai Hua Fang had a rather strange appearance, with only one eyebrow. He was also the tallest and strongest among them. At this moment, he was holding a large knife, waving it twice in the air, and smiled at Mu Qingli and the others:

"I haven't taken action in ages. This time, for the honor of our Baifa Gang, I'm going to compete with a bunch of immature brats like you. What a waste of my time! Do you plan to die together or one by one?"

He spoke in a very arrogant tone, but the people behind him burst into laughter and didn't take Mu Qingli and the others seriously at all.

Mu Qingli's mind moved, and the Lingbo Sword immediately appeared in her hand. Xiao Lingyi and others also took out their weapons.

The sword in Xiao Lingyi's hand was the one he had obtained before at the Divine Sword Peak. This was the first time he used it as a combat weapon.

"I say the same thing to you!" Mu Qingli stroked the blade of the Lingbo Sword. A cold light seemed to appear, and the next second it cut off a strand of hair of the leading man.

Luo Yu took out his halberd, an unruly smile on his face: "Xiao Chen, which one are you going to deal with?"

Murong Jingchen looked around at the seven people, as if he was sizing up some merchandise, and said in a somewhat arrogant tone: "Tsk tsk, it seems like they can't help but fight. Whatever, I'll take the one in the middle."

The words of the three men sounded like a provocation to the people on the opposite side. They became angry and started fighting without saying a word.

This was exactly what Mu Qingli and the others wanted, so they picked up their weapons and rushed forward.

Mu Qingli faced off against the third-level Spirit Saint in the lead. The man was armed with an axe and stared at Mu Qingli with a sinister look: "You are the first person who dares to cut off my hair! Then I will use your head as a sacrifice for my hair!"

He held an axe in each hand and chopped at Mu Qingli's neck at the same time. Mu Qingli twisted his waist and chopped his arm with a sword.

Maybe he was too fat, or maybe he had practiced other martial arts, the sword did not cut off his arm, and it just left a little flesh and blood attached.

Everyone watching gasped.

Because he only has one eyebrow, everyone calls him Dumei, and the martial arts he practices are quite special. It is difficult for ordinary people to hurt his skin and flesh.

Mu Qingli's sword almost cut off his arm. I wonder how much strength he used.

There was no blood on Mu Qingli's sword. Not long after she took the sword, blood suddenly spurted out of Dumei's arm.

The blood stained the corner of Mu Qingli's clothes. Without even blinking, she raised her sword and attacked again.

At the same time, a flame followed the sword.

The flame fell on Dumei's head, burning all his hair, and even the only remaining eyebrow disappeared.

"Oh, I heard your name is Dumei. Now you have lost your other eyebrow, and even your hair. So, will you be called Wumei or Wumao?"

Mu Qingli's despicable voice came from behind Dumei, and Dumei was so angry that his whole body was shaking: "You die, you die!"

His eyes were red, the flesh on his face was twitching, and the axe in his hand was waving randomly and irregularly, but his target was always Mu Qingli.