"Great! The Golden Core Stage cultivator from the Crane Sect is dead, we are saved!"

"These monks must have come specifically to rescue us. As I said, there are good and bad monks, and there must be only a handful of people as bad as the Crane Sect!"

"Not necessarily, maybe it's because the monks are competing for resources, just like our village, they grab the top of the mountain and change the owner. When the time comes, we will still have to use our lives to mine..."

Some of the mine slaves below are happy and some are worried.

"Why don't you get out yet?"

Ning Qi smiled at the remaining group of foundation-building and Qi-refining monks.

Hearing this, the other party left without hesitation. It was just a mine. No matter how high the value was, their lives were definitely more important. As long as they returned to the Crane Sect, the sect leader would decide what happened next.

The ancestors in the early stage of the Golden Elixir could be killed with one punch, so it was not their turn to worry about such a being.

When the mine slaves saw these hateful supervisors disappearing from their sight one by one, their expressions immediately relaxed a lot, but they still looked at Ning Qi and Duo'er nervously, wondering what their next fate would be.

"Who among you is from Zhaojiacun?"

Duo'er lowered her head and glanced at the more than 100,000 mine slaves, lightly opened her red lips, and her voice, stirred by spiritual energy, spread throughout the Jiuyang Stone Mine.

Zhaojiacun?

The expressions of several strong men suddenly changed, and they looked at each other in confusion. After about seven or eight breaths, hundreds of people raised their hands one after another.

Seeing this, Duo'er stretched out her hand to grab, and her spiritual energy turned into a big net, catching these men in front of them. The eyes of the men in Zhaojia Village suddenly showed a look of fear. It was not until they saw that Duo'er made no next move that they felt like this.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you really from Zhaojiacun? Zhaojiacun, Hutoushan?"

Duo'er confirmed again that there were no faces she was familiar with among these people. It was likely that the men of Xiaohua's generation had died in the Jiuyang Stone Mine long ago.

"Xiu, Master Monk, we are indeed from Zhaojia Village in Hutou Mountain."

The oldest among them, an old man who seemed to be in his fifties, spoke tremblingly.

"Are all the men in Zhaojiacun here?"

Duo'er glanced around and found that these people had more or less hidden wounds on their bodies. A trace of spiritual energy emanated from her body and penetrated into the bodies of these Zhaojiacun men. They only felt a sudden coldness in the place where they had been feeling dull pain.

The next moment, these injuries gradually improved, and his mental outlook became much better.

At this moment, the men in Zhaojiacun finally confirmed that the monk in front of them had no ill intentions toward them, and their expressions became a little excited.

The old man who spoke first looked around, and finally sighed, "Master monk, everyone alive is here..."

After a pause, the old man looked at Duo'er and said hesitantly: "This monk, has made a special trip to rescue us today?"

"I am Zhao Duo'er, your great-grandmother."

Duo'er said.

Zhao Duoer!?

Grandma!?

Duo'er's voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly. The mining slaves below looked at the men of Zhaojia Village in disbelief. In Zhaojia Village, Hutou Mountain, there are really monks in their ancestors!? There are quite a few of them!

The mining slaves who have a good relationship with the men in Zhaojia Village have more or less heard them mention this matter.

It was said that a long time ago, a monk walked out of Zhaojiacun. If that monk came back, he would definitely rescue them. Everyone listened to it as a story. No one believed that the small Zhaojiacun could still have a monk.

Monk, now, they finally believe that these men in Zhaojiacun are not bragging and lying...

"Are you Grandma Duo'er!!?"

The old man looked at Duo'er in disbelief, his eyes suddenly turned red, because he finally discovered that Duo'er's appearance was eighty-nine points similar to the stone statue handed down from the ancestral temple in Zhaojiacun. As for why it was so

Being young, they know that monks have facial-retention skills, so it's not surprising at all.

The rest of the men in Zhaojia Village were also extremely excited at this moment. They originally thought that the other party was just a few well-meaning monks who couldn't stand the way the Crane Sect treated them mortals, so they came to help. They never expected that they would come to save themselves and others.

, it’s really the Grandma Duo’er that the older generation calls her!

"good."

Duo'er nodded, "I'll take you back to the village first."

"Go ahead, I'll take care of the rest."

Ning Qi smiled and nodded.

"Thank you, Senior Beixuan!"

Duoer smiled sweetly.

Only then did everyone realize that the very young-looking young man next to their Grandma Duo'er might be a stronger monk than their Grandma Duo'er. When they looked at Ning Qi, their eyes suddenly filled with a hint of respect.

Immediately afterwards, Duo'er used the spiritual energy net to fly hundreds of men from Zhaojiacun towards Hutoushan. When the other mine slaves saw this, they all showed envy in their eyes.

"The men in Zhaojiacun are so lucky."

"The monks of the Crane Sect are willing to die and run, so let's run too, right?"

"This place is deserted. It's probably thousands of miles away from our village. Even if we die, we can't go back..."

Suddenly, a stream of fairy energy rose from the soles of their feet. Before they could react, one hundred thousand slaves in the Jiuyang Stone Mine were all lifted up into the air by the fairy energy. This scene was so spectacular that they watched it for seven nights.

Stunned, he quickly reacted and looked at Ning Qi dumbfounded.

In my heart, I was shocked by Ning Qi's methods!

"With my strength, I can only carry two people on my back at most, but this big brother can make so many people fly into the air at once. It's really amazing..."

Qiye looked at Ning Qi enviously, with a fiery look in his eyes. He hoped that one day he could become a monk like Ning Qi.

After the mine slaves discovered that they had appeared in mid-air, they were panicked for a while, and then gradually calmed down. They all looked at Ning Qi with a hint of expectation in their eyes.

"Where is your village?"

Ning Qi smiled slightly.

………………

"Sect Master! It's not good!"

"What's going on in such a hurry? What's the decency to do!?"

The master of the Crane Sect walked out side by side with a female cultivator. The auras of the two of them were similar, and they were both late-stage Jindan cultivators.

"The Jiuyang Stone Mine was taken away..."

The group of foundation-building monks who hurriedly fled back to the Crane Sect saw that their sect leader looked unhappy, and quickly knelt down on the ground and told the whole story. They heard that even another elder in the sect who was in the early stage of the Golden Core died at the hands of the opponent.

The face of the leader of the Crane Sect became extremely livid!

"Wang He, it seems that your Xianhe Sect is being targeted. Do you want my aunt to help?"

The female cultivator in the late Golden Elixir stage gave a strange laugh, revealing her extremely sharp teeth. Her originally beautiful face suddenly looked weird after revealing these teeth. The several Foundation-building cultivators in front of Wang He accidentally looked at her.
Chapter completed!