I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

Zhao Hu raised his head suddenly, his eyes lighting up: "Really? You didn't lie to me?"

"Of course I didn't lie to you," Mingchuan pretended to be sure. "Rest first and gather your strength. I'll call you in the middle of the night."

Only then did Zhao Hu breathe a sigh of relief.

Judging from Mingchuan's previous behavior, Mingchuan should not lie to him.

He had no choice but to lean against the stone wall and close his eyes to rest. He would sigh occasionally, but he no longer had the despair he had before.

Mingchuan continued to pretend to repair his spiritual power, his fingers quietly gathering a trace of spiritual power in his palm, waiting for an opportunity.

In the second half of the night, the sounds of the Queshan people's revelry could be heard outside, and the noise of drinking and playing finger-guessing games could be faintly heard. It was obvious that they were celebrating their spoils of war.

The more Zhao Hu listened to the voice, the more unhappy he became, and he couldn't help but mutter complaints.

"What's there for these guys to be proud of? They just stole a few things, right?"

Mingchuan didn't say anything, but just closed his eyes and continued to listen to the noise outside.

Zhao Hu listened to the increasingly noisy noises outside and was extremely dissatisfied: "What are they chattering about outside? Why can't I understand what they are saying?"

"Zi'ang, do you understand?"

Mingchuan shook his head. "I don't understand, but if they've been partying hard tonight, tomorrow morning will definitely be their weakest."

"Hurry up and absorb the surrounding spiritual energy to restore your strength. Tomorrow morning will definitely be our chance!"

When Zhao Hu heard this, he immediately became excited.

He quickly imitated Mingchuan and said, "Okay."

That night, while people outside were making a lot of noise and bustle, they were practicing and recovering at full speed inside.

The next morning, the morning mist came and the noisy sounds outside gradually faded away. They heard that those who had partyed all night long were now almost all drunk.

Mingchuan slowly opened his eyes, and the spiritual power condensed at his fingertips had quietly reached its peak.

Last night, under the guise of practicing, he had already found out what was happening outside the stone prison.

At this moment, he listened carefully and heard only sporadic snoring outside. Even the patrolling footsteps were gone. A cold arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Zhao Hu, wake up." Ming Chuan gently nudged Zhao Hu, who was still pretending to be lucky, and lowered his voice very low, "The opportunity has come."

Zhao Hu suddenly opened his eyes, rubbed his hands, his eyes full of excitement: "Are you really going to do it?"

"My spiritual power has almost recovered. I'm going to teach these bastards a lesson later!"

Mingchuan said nothing more, stood up and walked to the prison door, pointed his palm at the bluestone prison door, and spiritual power suddenly burst out!

"Boom——!"

With a loud bang, the prison door was blown open, and gravel flew everywhere, making a crisp sound when it hit the open space outside!

The noise instantly broke the tranquility of the early morning.

Several members of the Queshan tribe who were drunk at the door suddenly woke up. They rubbed their eyes and before they could react, they saw that Mingchuan had already condensed a purple phantom flame.

The phantom flame suddenly turned into a long sword and pierced straight into their bodies!

"what!!!"

Several people screamed and fell to the ground, dead on the spot!

Zhao Hu burst into laughter. "You guys were so arrogant yesterday, but now you see how strong my junior brother has recovered, right?!"

Mingchuan quickly said to Zhao Hu, "Don't waste time. Continue while they haven't reacted yet."

Zhao Hu also nodded: "Okay, I'll go over there and take a look!"

Mingchuan ignored Zhao Hu and fixed his eyes on the largest wooden house he saw last night.

His cold marrow crystal and soft sword were placed in that room last night.

Mingchuan rushed in immediately and kicked open the door of the wooden house!

Several tribesmen who were still sleeping soundly inside were instantly awakened. Seeing the long sword made of purple phantom flames in Mingchuan's hand, they were frightened out of their wits and hurriedly reached for the spears beside them.

"You, you, you, how did you get out?!"

The Queshan people exclaimed in surprise.

However, Mingchuan didn't give them any chance at all. The long sword with purple phantom flame swept across, and several tribesmen fell to the ground instantly!

They were all trapped in an endless illusion!

At this time, Mingchuan quickly walked to the wooden table and grabbed the Liuyun soft sword and the bag of cold marrow crystal on the table.

When they opened it, they saw that all eight pieces of cold marrow crystals were inside. It was obvious that the Queshan people had not had time to divide the spoils.

He breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and placed three of the cold marrow crystals into the space on his bracelet.

Then put the remaining five pieces away.

"Who's causing trouble in there?!"

At this moment, there was a burst of angry shouting outside, and several tribesmen who were not drunk rushed in with spears.

Mingchuan's eyes flashed, and the soft sword flew out of his hand, turning into a silver light and piercing the chest of the leader of the tribe!

The man screamed and fell to the ground. The remaining tribesmen retreated in fear!

At this time, Zhao Hu had also dealt with several tribesmen outside and ran in.

"Brother, it's done! Let's retreat quickly. Once the other tribesmen wake up, it will be difficult to leave!"

However, Mingchuan looked at the group of people in front of him and a smile appeared on his face.

"Okay! Let's go!"

As soon as the two rushed out of the wooden house, they saw a group of Queshan people rushing towards the open space in the distance.

Apparently, they were awakened by the noise just now. The leader of the tribesmen was so angry when he saw the corpses on the ground that his eyes were bloodshot.

"Stop them! Don't let them get away! Keep an eye on the Lingfengque!"

Mingchuan glanced up and caught a glimpse of the bamboo cage not far away.

There were more than a dozen glass-colored phoenixes imprisoned inside, their feathers glowing with glass light, which were exactly the spiritual creatures he had coveted before.

"Zhao Hu, retreat outside the valley first. I'll go get something!"

He shouted and rushed towards the bamboo cage without waiting for Zhao Hu's response.

"Junior Brother Ziang, be careful!"

Although Zhao Hu was confused, he still did as he was told and used his fire spiritual power to block the chasing tribesmen and buy time for Mingchuan.

Mingchuan rushed to the bamboo cage in a few steps, swung the Liuyun soft sword, and the chain on the cage door was instantly cut off.

He reached out and grabbed the three strongest phoenix birds and stuffed them into his arms!

This phoenix bird is not only full of spiritual energy, but its feathers can also be used to refine defensive magic weapons, which is just right for me to keep for my own use!

Moreover, the flame powder sprinkled from the Spirit Phoenix Bird can also be transformed into his own power.

Simply perfect!

"You dare to steal our tribe's phoenix! You're looking for death!" Several tribesmen guarding the bamboo cage rushed over with spears.

The spear was still wrapped in flame powder and stabbed towards Mingchuan.

Mingchuan dodged sideways, and a purple phantom flame appeared on his palm. With a wave of his hand, the phantom flame turned into countless tiny flaming blades and shot towards the Queshan people!

With a few "puff" sounds, the flaming blades penetrated into the bodies of the tribesmen. They froze in place instantly, their eyes becoming empty!

Obviously he was trapped in an illusion!

Mingchuan smiled cheerfully and said, "Thank you for your kindness. Bye!"

The Queshan people behind were shaking with anger, but they stood there motionless because of a brief moment of fear.

They could only watch Mingchuan running out of the valley with a soft sword in hand.

After a while, they suddenly reacted.

"Chase them! We can't let them get away with the Phoenix Bird!"