"I just don't know the sky is high and the earth is thick!"

"Is this person involved in the battle to seize treasure for the first time? He thinks this is over?"

"At such a slow speed, my cultivation must have just entered the ninth level of Qi Gathering."

"Maybe it hasn't reached the ninth level of Qi Gathering!"

Everyone has their own opinions, but most of them look down on this very slow light spot.

"This is not a matter of trouble, brother, this is a deadly thing."

"Do you want to enter the Qian Mansion? You will take the risk of this treasure hunting battle? It will attract Qian Jincai's attention?"

Some of them are reminded of the considerable wages in the Qian Mansion. Being a bodyguard in the Qian Mansion is something that some monks dream of. Not only can they spend money, but they can also have all kinds of beauty. Some people pay for eating and drinking in this Yangcheng, and some people pay for the bill when they visit the kiln. When they think of this, some people can't help but drool.

"If you want everyone to notice you, my friend, you did it!"

...

Although the discussion was very small, it seemed a little noisy after it was gathered together, so that some monks who were watching the transformation of gods and transforming into illusory mirrors looked at the illusory mirrors of Qi gathering, as if they wanted to see the true deity of this person from this light spot.

"It seems that not only people with strong cultivation will cause restlessness, but people with low cultivation will also cause uproar."

Elder Nanming laughed and touched his white beard on his chin. Every time he saw these audiences showing expectations and excitement at each treasure hunt, he felt as if he was resonating with an inexplicable pleasure. Now he was attracted by this uproar and discussion again, which made him vaguely feel that this extremely slow light spot dared to participate in this treasure hunt battle, and his courage was commendable.

Qian Jincai smiled contemptuously and said, "Maybe it is because Nanshan has been so peaceful these days that some monks do not know the height of the world and the fear of death."

Fairy Nanming is different from Mr. Wang and others. When Mo Yiming stepped into the illusion mirror, their eyes did not move away from this light spot, knowing that this slow light spot was Mo Yiming.

However, Fairy Nanming and Boss Wang had a rough understanding of Mo Yiming's cultivation and speed, knowing that such speed is not Mo Yiming's true strength. Although Mo Yiming is sometimes carefree and still has a childlike heart, his cautiousness, sensitivity and calmness in doing things cannot be ignored. Therefore, they are not too curious about why Mo Yiming slowed down his speed so slowly at this time, but they just have an inexplicable belief in his heart. I believe that there must be a reason for Mo Yiming to do this.

Don’t make a sound, if you don’t make a sound, you’ll make a sound!

Time passed by minute by minute, and another hour passed in the blink of an eye. During this time, Mo Yiming still flew at his speed, looking around at the surrounding terrain. During this period, he could not see the light spots for any time. But for a while, he saw a little more. He was not sure whether these light spots were the people before, because he did not know whether there were still monks behind him entering the illusion mirror.

"The terrain here seems to be similar, but there is no end. What's going on? I vaguely feel that there are certain rules to follow, but I can't find them."

During the flight, Mo Yiming frowned, as if he had noticed the breakthrough point of this rule, but after thinking about it carefully, he could not catch it.

In front of me was a piece of white fog that was invisible in the distance. Before that, some long rainbows flew into the white fog and disappeared. Mo Yiming vaguely felt that the breakthrough point here seemed to be related to the white fog. Why was the rest of the fog thin? Only here is as rich as the sea, making people confused.

Thinking quickly in my mind, Mo Yiming could never find any breakthrough point.

"Damn it, why can't I find this beast core?"

At this moment, a long rainbow rushed past him and complained. The sound fell into Mo Yiming's ears, causing Mo Yiming's expression to change, and a look of joy appeared on his face.

"Isn't this the sound of the monk who talks to me like this? He actually came to me again! Here... is a cycle, a cycle of death!"

Mo Yiming's heart beat faster and did not continue to gallop. Instead, he fell from the sky with joy, landed on a certain mountain, and sat down cross-legged.

"I guess those monks who flew by my side before were all the ones I saw before. The beast core is indeed in this phantom, but if I guess correctly, it is just not the time for it to appear yet. I will keep my energy here and wait for it to appear."

While pondering inside, Mo Yiming began to sit cross-legged.

After an hour passed, some long rainbows whizzed past his head. When this time, Mo Yiming specifically felt the difference in the fluctuations caused by these long rainbows as they galloped.

Another hour passed, and some long rainbows whizzed by. This time Mo Yiming felt the difference between these long rainbows whizzing and the previous fluctuations.

Under this feeling, Mo Yiming's inner conjecture was immediately confirmed.

"Sure enough, these monks are still hovering over my head. This is indeed a dead cycle!"

Mo Yiming showed a smug smile on his lips, and he let these monks continue to torture, but he did not move.

Finally, some long rainbows were galloping and noticed Mo Yiming sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain.

"This person is not looking for the beast core. Could it be that he is confident enough to snatch it?"

The monk who spoke did not stay above Mo Yiming's head, but glanced at it and then galloped away.

After a while, another monk noticed Mo Yiming. When he noticed Mo Yiming, he couldn't help but smile contemptuously and pondered in his heart: "I underestimate the person who came in to seize the treasure. If I don't find the beast core as soon as possible, and wait for others to find it, fly directly towards the exit. I'll see how you catch up."

After a while, an old man stopped above Mo Yiming's head. His face was full of wrinkles, but his eyes were very vivid. Although he stayed at the ninth level of gathering Qi, the power of time contained in his body also made him a person with strong and terrifying cultivation in gathering Qi to seize treasures.

"Arrogant!"

In his opinion, the reason why Mo Yiming did it here was completely waiting for others to find the beast core and compete for it.

The voice was deliberately amplified and fell into Mo Yiming's ears, causing Mo Yiming's body to tremble, and he immediately sensed that this person's cultivation was strong. But he still did not make any move and continued to sit cross-legged until the old man snorted coldly and continued to leave, and then he pondered: "This person's cultivation level and speed are higher than others."

Although the Qi-gathering monk in this phantom thought Mo Yiming was a proud person, outside the phantom, the discussions of the people became extremely interesting.

"This person actually stopped, haha, are you tired?"

"I guess I felt that I couldn't catch up with others, so I stopped."

"It's a good thing to have self-knowledge!"

"As I expected, this person is here to make up for the numbers."

At the same time, the Nanming prince smiled faintly, but his smile contained extreme sarcasm. He said to the major generals next to him: "This monk is really funny. After entering, he did not look for treasures, but stopped."

"You're the funny guy invited by the monkey." Hearing this, one of the major generals said.

Another major general raised his legs and lifted his hair on his shoulders. He looked proud and contemptuous, and looked very frightened. Facing the words of the Prince of Southern Ming, he said, "This is not the ugly monster I just now."

Upon hearing this, Prince Nanming looked disgusted and said, "Don't mention that ugly monster, now he wants to vomit when he thinks of him."

Another major general was not very interested in the paused light spot, or he didn't seem to be very interested in everything here. When the Prince of the Southern Ming Dynasty was discussing with the other two major generals, he said: "Whether it is the bottom or not the bottom... Even if the treasure is finally captured, he will still become our people from the Southern Ming Dynasty. He will send whatever he wants. If you want to do so much, it is better to think more about it. After the treasure is captured, we will go there for leisure."

"It's still cool. When I think of being offended by that kid that day, I get angry!"

The Nanming prince's expression showed anger again.

Fairy Nanming and Old Wang still looked the same. Their eyes were still on Mo Yiming, but their hearts were different from others, and they had an invisible expectation. They were looking forward to the boy who had disguised himself and would do something amazing when he seized the treasure later.

Qian Jincai was not even interested in guessing the stationary light spot. His eyes moved away from the qi-gathering illusion mirror and looked into the illusion mirror of the Transformation of Gods.

But if you observe carefully, it will be not difficult to find that the elder of Nanming, after touching his chin, looked as contemptuous as those viewers, turned into praise at this moment.

When I moved, I felt that this light spot was a monk whose cultivation was inferior to others. Now that I didn’t move, I showed my appreciation.

He seemed to have guessed something, and nodded inadvertently, pondered in his heart: "This kid is a bit interesting."

From then on Mo Yiming's flight to stop, the discussion never stopped, so the scene never quieted from beginning to end.

Until nightfall was approaching, a red glow appeared on the other side of the mountain, dyeing the mountains red, as if connected to it, extremely beautiful.

Dahu's complexion improved a lot. Although his back was covered with gauze, it still couldn't stop his inner fanaticism, especially when he thought of the sounds coming from Yichunyuan in broad daylight, which made him feel even more excited.

"I'm going to fight for three hundred rounds!"

After laughing loudly, Dahu walked straight towards Yichunyuan with some gold coins.

Wuheng did not ask, but followed Dahu. After seeing Dahu enter Yichunyuan, he realized what Dahu meant "Fight for 300 Rounds" in Dahu's mouth, and then ran back to the room shyly.

At the same time, these people seemed to feel tired at the place where the treasure was seized. Not to mention that Mo Yiming was always sitting still, and the light spots did not touch, it also made the treasure hunt seem a bit boring.

"Fighting up!"
Chapter completed!