Maybe this kind of special stone is not too valuable in the spiritual world. After all, according to his imagination, the spiritual world is rich in resources, rich in spiritual energy, and full of people with great supernatural powers. Those who ascended in the transformation stage should only be the bottom roles in it.
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In this way, it is quite normal for this banished immortal to take the opportunity to acquire some special treasures before he was injured and suffered a backlash from the power of the spiritual world before returning to the world of cultivation.
However, this does not have an obvious impact on Zhao Shoushou. No matter how happy the monks in the spiritual world are, the most important thing for him is to take the three-color dense stone here into his hands and improve his cultivation level as soon as possible.
Under normal circumstances, it is undoubtedly an unrealistic idea to single-handedly face the eager gazes of seven monks of the same level and try to collect all the three-color dense stones.
Zhao Shoushou is just an ordinary monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. His biggest advantage is that he pays attention to the solid foundation at every stage along the way.
Perhaps among the monks of the same level, his combat effectiveness is at the forefront and he is sure to win in a one-on-one battle, but the current situation is obviously beyond his ability.
Even a great monk in the late Nascent Soul period would be scratching his head when faced with a group of people who were going crazy and fighting for a treasure related to their own cultivation.
The most obvious one is the little tabby cat trapped in the middle of the battlefield by many monks. This is a real fourth-level high-grade monster, no less than the existence of the great monks in the late Nascent Soul.
Even such a powerful guardian beast was severely injured at this time. It was difficult to exert its strength to the fullest, and it could only wait eagerly for the outcome on the battlefield.
"Since this fellow Taoist is here, why is he wandering around? Could it be that he wants to play the role of the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind him?" Zhao Shoushou appeared only half a cup of tea away, followed by a cold snort.
, a gleaming dagger had already struck from another direction.
"What you said makes sense, fellow Taoist. Since we are competing for treasures, we need to win with absolute strength. It is the right way to compete in the competition."
"It's disrespectful to come and go without reciprocating. Since I have been spying for such a long time, I naturally want to test the strength of my fellow Taoist. This battle is not something that anyone with a little bit of three-legged cat kung fu is qualified to participate in."
The three monks spoke out and used different methods to control the acquired spiritual treasures of good quality in their hands to surround and attack Zhao Shoushou.
The remaining four monks seemed to agree with this method. They actually reached a temporary tacit understanding and did not rashly attack the three monks.
"The treasure is held by those who are virtuous. Since you fellow Taoists have not decided the winner yet, I will naturally have a chance to get a share of the pie." Zhao Shoushou chuckled, but did not take it seriously in the face of the tentative attacks of the three monks of the same level.
The demon-suppressing staff flashed in the air and struck hard on the center of the dagger from top to bottom. Along with a cry, the cold light above the dagger paused.
The Yellow River alms bowl spewed out a stream of cold spiritual water and a monk who controlled the flames confronted each other in the air. It was difficult to tell the winner for a while.
Zhao Shoushou's body was controlling the fourth-level high-grade Zen wooden staff that he had just acquired and had not been refined for a long time, and hit another monk who was controlling a snowball the size of a fist.
This monk took action at the latest, but he chose the most appropriate time. On the surface, he seemed to have the smallest momentum, but in fact, it contained extremely powerful lethality.
A small snowball contains a trace of ice and snow essence. Once the two parties come into direct contact, this ice and snow essence will definitely invade his body.
The ice and snow essence will cause direct damage to the monk's physical body, and it is irreparable. If it cannot be expelled from the body in time, it may even cause irreversible damage to the Nascent Soul in the monk's Dantian.
In this case, Zhao Shoushou will naturally not be polite. As the monk said, it is disrespectful to come back without reciprocating. Isn't the first blow of this Zen wooden staff the best return gift?
Moreover, as long as the monk is carelessly inflicted with some serious damage and is beaten back, it can be regarded as one less enemy for the subsequent fight for the three-color dense stone.
"Tangled, in the middle" When the Zen wooden stick and the snowball were about to come into direct contact, Zhao Shoushou shouted, and slender branches grew out of the top of the Zen wooden stick, and at the junction of the branches, tree branches quickly protruded.
The long whip, which is the same as a root but flexibly hovers, tries to surround and fix the snowball.
The main body of the Zen wooden stick took advantage of the little time gained and turned into a black shadow and struck hard on Snowball's main body.
The snowball itself is just a fourth-level mid-grade acquired spiritual treasure, and its quality is only in the middle of the pack among the same level. The most precious thing after all is just the ice and snow essence contained in it.
Once the advantage of a sneak attack is lost, it will naturally not be able to last long when faced with an attack from a fourth-level high-grade Zen wooden staff. Under his blows, cracks will soon appear.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Not only did the monk fail to achieve his goal, he flew back spitting blood. After looking back with a fierce look, he decisively fled the place.
The melee became increasingly dangerous for him.
Zhao Shoushou's appearance was marked by the severe injury and evacuation of one of the monks of the same level, and his fierce combat power made the monks present wary.
While they were secretly on guard against Zhao Shoushou, the remaining six monks also began to form some alliances. Whenever they used their methods to prepare for a sudden advance, there were always some attacks from vital points, causing them to fall short.
"The new cat has sensed the master's aura from you. Are you here to snatch these stones?" After repeated failures, while Zhao Shoushou was thinking about a strategy to break the game, a child's voice came into his ears.
"This jade slip you are talking about? It was indeed a gift from a senior. How did you, a little cat, know about it?" Zhao Shoushou's eyes rolled and he thought about it.
"You are the little tabby cat, and your whole family is a tabby cat. This cat is truly the King of Elvis who rules the country. Is the master okay?" The message from the little tabby cat still exists.
"This senior has fallen into a deep sleep. He once said that he could obtain the three treasures in the Immortal Mountain by relying on the jade slips. Is this true?" Zhao Shoushou asked on the side.
"My master is true to his word. If he needs these three-color stones, Elvis can smuggle them out," the little tabby cat who calls himself Elvis said proudly.
"You are already so miserable, how much fighting power do you still have left? Can you transport the treasure out in full view of everyone?" Zhao Shoushou's tone was full of doubts.
"Bah, this is because this place is protected by the master, and I am unwilling to evacuate. Since you have been approved by the master, there is no doubt that you leave now, huh." The little tabby cat is quite arrogant.
"Do you need someone to provide some help? Or what price will it cost?" Zhao Shoushou never believed that pie in the sky would fall from the beginning.