Chapter Fifty-Five The Cicada, Praying Mantis, Oriole, and the Hunter
[69 Book Bar - www.] There was no trace of blood on the Black Gold Sword. Then with a movement of consciousness, the Black Gold Sword swung and cut off the sharp horns, and then put them into the space ring.
The true energy was poured into the Wujin Sword, and it split open the head of the green-armored beast fiercely. A gray pillar the size of a middle finger rolled out, with traces of blood and residual warmth on it.
"This is what the inner elixir of a second-level monster looks like."
Lin Ye nodded with satisfaction. Although he had never done any of these things, he still knew a lot about Jiutianlu. The upper parts of a monster's body were the most precious and useful, so he naturally knew them.
Originally, this second-level monster was a considerable amount of income, and it would be worth dozens of dollars in exchange for spiritual stones. However, my space ring is only so big. If I put two second-level monsters in it, it would be full. To be honest, it would be full.
No, there is no need to install some low-level monsters in the Nine-Turn Reincarnation Tower.
All he had to do was take away the most valuable things, organize everything, and then choose a direction and walk carefully. Not only did he have to worry about being wary of monsters, but he also had to be wary of human monks killing people and seizing treasures.
After walking for two hours, I encountered several first-order monsters along the way. Compared with the first-order monsters and the second-order monsters, there is no comparison at all.
The Wujin Sword was swung out from the air, splitting the first-level monster in half. However, the first-level monster had no inner elixir, and the fur and materials on its body were not precious, so he ignored it.
"Ding, ding."
"Zhengzheng, Zhengzheng."
A crisp sound came to my ears. Following the wind, the sound was within a hundred feet. From the sound, it sounded like there were humans fighting.
Lin Ye walked forward lightly, and sure enough, in a small canyon behind a stone wall, two monks with an eighth level of innate talent were fighting.
The two top-quality magic weapons kept colliding with each other, making crisp sounds. On the ground not far away, lay a damaged monster, a third-level liger.
"Zhang Qing, this third-level monster was hunted by the two of us. We should take it out and sell it to separate the spirit stones. I didn't expect you to want to take it all for yourself."
A young man said loudly, and kept swinging the long sword in his hand towards the middle-aged man on the opposite side, shooting the sword light towards the opponent with each move, and the sword light was offset by the opponent's attack in the air.
"Humph, Luo Yue, are you embarrassed? It seems that you plotted against me first, and now that the plot failed, you actually said such a thing. Are you a member of the Guiyuan Sect so despicable and shameless?"
Zhang Qing said angrily, both of them wanted to take it all for themselves. They didn't expect Luo Yue to make the first move, but the two of them had the same strength, and there was no way they could tell the difference for a while.
I trembled for a long time and consumed a lot of my true energy. If I want to continue the fight, both sides will definitely lose. But the price of this third-level monster is around a thousand low-level spiritual stones. If a person gets a thousand low-level spiritual stones,
With spiritual stones, you don’t have to worry about cultivation resources for a year.
"Otherwise, let's stop now. Whoever takes out four hundred low-level spiritual stones will own this monster. If you go out and sell more or less, you can't cause trouble anymore."
Luo Yue also thought about the current situation. Both of them were eighth-level innate monks. If there was really a winner, both sides would suffer.
"Okay, if you give me four hundred low-level spiritual stones, this monster will be given to you. Even if you sell two thousand low-level spiritual stones, I don't care. If you only sell one hundred low-level spiritual stones, don't come to me."
Zhang Qing said, secretly calculating in his heart that he can't take this monster with him, let alone stay here for a year. If there are treasures later, this monster will be a burden, and it is best to use spiritual stones.
of.
"No, I want spiritual stones, not monsters."
"Me too, I only want spirit stones, not monsters."
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The two people kept arguing, and their hands did not stop. The two top-quality magic weapons kept colliding, and the attacking sword light became weaker and weaker. For a moment, tiny beads of sweat appeared on both their faces.
"Hey, hey, you two, I want the spirit stone, I want the monster, and you two also want your storage bags."
A discordant voice came out, and a middle-aged man with the ninth level of innateness walked out, an intermediate spiritual weapon in his hand flashing with a cold light.
A white cloud was embroidered on his chest, indicating that the ninth-level monk in front of him was a disciple of Baiyun Villa. The middle-aged man came to stand ten feet in front of the two people, smiling sinisterly.
Lin Ye was startled. The world of cultivation was indeed dangerous. Two monks with the eighth level of innate talent joined forces to kill the monsters. In the end, they wanted to monopolize it and fought. Now there is someone who wants to be an oriole.
However, I am also the one who wants to be an oriole, but I didn't expect anyone to want to do it. I can only be a hunter. It seems that a monk should calm down at any time and make a decision first.
"You from Baiyun Villa, do you also want to get involved?"
Zhang Qing and Luo Yue were shocked when they saw the middle-aged monk coming out. Then they stopped and looked at the monk at Baiyun Villa with wary eyes.
"Both of you, die."
The monk at Baiyun Villa no longer hesitated. With a wave of one hand, the intermediate spiritual weapon struck Zhang Qing fiercely. Immediately, an attack struck straight at Zhang Qing.
"Click."
Seeing the attack coming, with the mid-level spiritual weapon and the infuriating energy of the ninth-level monk, Zhang Qing was shocked, and quickly blocked a high-level magic weapon shield, trying to resist it.
The high-level magic weapon was the opponent of the intermediate spiritual weapon. The attack easily shattered the shield of the high-level magic weapon. The attack hit Zhang Qing's neck directly. With a muffled groan, his body fell down with a bang.
"I want to leave, but it's too late."
Seeing Zhang Qing being killed, Luo Yue still dared to stay there and turned around to escape, but the monks at Baiyun Villa naturally would not let him leave. With a wave of the long sword in his hand, an attack fell on Luo Yue's vest.
The whole person rushed forward two feet before falling down.
"cut"
Lin Ye observed carefully that there were no other monks around. When Luo Yue fell down, he swung the black gold sword in his hand casually, and a sword beam struck at the monks at Baiyun Villa.
"Zheng"
"Pfft."
The monks at Baiyun Villa naturally did not expect that they had become oriole, and there was really a hunter behind them. They were not prepared, so they could only instinctively resist with the intermediate spiritual weapon in their hands. Under the attack of the top-quality spiritual weapon, the intermediate spiritual weapon made a soft sound.
, folded into two sections.
With the destruction of the spiritual weapon, his mind also received a powerful impact. His body suddenly retreated two feet, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he looked around with horrified eyes.
"Thousand Shadow Sword, please destroy it."
Lin Ye didn't make a sound as he waved his black gold sword with one hand and fired hundreds of hard rays towards the monks at Baiyun Villa. After the Thousand Shadows Sword was used, he slowly walked out.
I saw that the whole body of the monk at Baiyun Villa had turned into a sieve, riddled with holes, and he fell down. There was a look of unwillingness in his eyes, and he was defeated without seeing his opponent.