In the end, they gained nothing. Qincheng was extremely safe, and they even ate top-notch spiritual fruits.

This makes no sense!

"Deng Yichuan, has your head turned to paste? Of course, something like the Evil Spirit Fruit that cannot be preserved will be swallowed on the spot. How can you keep it and let the spiritual energy flow away?" Zhang Mengru mocked.

"What about the spiritual liquid? This spiritual fruit grows in the evil spirit liquid, and you don't have any in your hands now?"

Deng Yichuan's eyes turned red.

After learning about what Qin Cheng and others had gained but that he had gained nothing, he was already jealous and a little hot-headed.

Why is it that you are the one who gets hurt, but they are the ones who get the benefit?

"Evil spirit liquid has the same properties as spirit fruit, and you think there are no monsters guarding it? You can just get it?" Zhang Mengru said speechlessly.

"Even if it doesn't happen, I will be waiting for you on this trip, so the benefits should be shared equally. If you steal the spiritual fruit, you have to compensate us with spiritual coins and hand it over." Deng Yichuan said arrogantly.

"Are you kidding? You chose to go to the left. If there are any treasures there, I won't be jealous."

Zhang Mengru held her neck and refused to give an inch.

Deng Yichuan's words were too much and he could not compromise.

"Besides, this is because fellow Taoist Qin is very clever, and because you didn't listen to him, you didn't get any benefits. You deserve it!" Zhang Mengru said confidently.

"I don't care, you bitch, hand over the spirit coins now."

Seeing Zhang Mengru dare to mock him, Deng Yichuan yelled.

He stepped out from the crowd and grabbed Zhang Mengru.

How come I broke the spiritual sword, was slightly injured, and got nothing, but you, a woman, can swallow the spiritual fruit?

Feeling the distortion of the void in front of her, Zhang Mengru also turned pale.

Unexpectedly, Deng Yichuan was so angry that he suddenly attacked her violently.

Bang!

But before Deng Yichuan could catch Zhang Mengru, a phantom stream of light flashed from one side.

With one kick, Qin Cheng kicked Deng Yichuan away.

"How dare you hit me!"

Deng Yichuan fell to the ground in embarrassment, turned over, and saw Qin Cheng furious.

He did not expect that Qin Cheng, who was in the early stage of the Tribulation Realm, would dare to take action against a declining monk like himself.

"Deng Yichuan, don't you want to get the evil spirit liquid?"

Qin Cheng looked at him indifferently, without any change due to the pressure from the other side.

"It's very simple. The passage on the right is not blocked now. You can go back and get it yourself. It's just a sign of waste."

"you!"

Deng Yichuan became angry.

Nonsense, there are more demon rats in the passage on the right. Qin Cheng can get the spiritual fruit by who knows what method.

Go get it yourself. What if the demon rat is disturbed?

"Let's put this matter aside for now. If you dared to hit me just now, I will teach you a lesson!"

Deng Yichuan smiled ferociously, waved his hand, and a sharp long sword appeared in his hand. The sword energy radiated coldly and exuded a sharp sword light.

Everyone was also shocked and stepped back, not expecting that Deng Yichuan was going to be cruel.

"Deng Yichuan, if you want to beat me, I will fight you."

Li Qianqian stood in front of Qin Cheng with an indifferent expression.

"Deng Yichuan, have you had enough trouble?"

There was a snap.


Chapter completed!