The soul-stirring ancient great immortal cheated on the corpse in the cultivation world Chapter 143: The Sixth Mission - The Heavenly Ranking Auction 52
Chapter 143: The Sixth Mission - The Heavenly Ranking Auction 52
If it were as simple as standing alone, Butanol wouldn't be so anxious to return to defense.
After all, the grade of Mo Yiyi's car is displayed there. Even if there is any danger, Mo Yiyi will be fine in a short time.
The most important reason why he returned to defense so quickly was that this man was not only standing on the canopy, but he was also holding a magic weapon to dig out the Dzi beads on the canopy!
This can't wait any longer!
Butanol's long sword swept across, and it was impossible for the opponent to let Butanol's sword hit him, so he quickly retreated, jumped down from the canopy, and looked at Noila Mo Yiyi.
Mo Yiyi hadn't figured out the situation yet, and saw the figure disappear. After Butanol returned to defense, he didn't find his whereabouts, so he could only talk to Mo Yiyi in the end.
"That little thief was standing on the canopy just now, trying to pick off the ornaments on it."
Mo Yiyi blinked her eyes, and then was shocked.
What to do? Why are you picking at her canopy???
But after thinking about it, she understood again.
That's right, Dzi beads are expensive. If you pick one out, its value is no less than the price of second-grade materials. After calculation, it seems that picking out Dzi beads is more cost-effective!
But why should others covet your own things?
Mo Yiyi had realized at this moment that although her canopy car was convenient, it could easily become a good thing in the eyes of others. If she met others again, she would most likely get into trouble!
So Mo Yiyi took out the cushion again, climbed up and finished it, then rummaged through her storage compartment, and asked Butanol while rummaging through it.
"Get rid of those scorpions first."
As soon as she finished speaking, she took out a red umbrella with gold patterns and a very plain blue dzi bead hairpin.
She inserted the Dzi bead hairpin into her hair, then took out a low-grade spiritual stone and touched the blue Dzi bead on it.
The magic circle carved in the dzi bead was activated, and the spiritual energy in the low-grade spiritual stone was quickly lost, and finally it was all absorbed by the bead!
After that, Mo Yiyi put away the things on the table and flew out of the canopy car. After being exposed to the strong light, she opened the red umbrella with gold patterns.
After the umbrella is opened, it automatically expands to a level that can accommodate four people to enjoy the cool air. It then floats into the air. Under its umbrella, all direct sunlight is blocked. Coupled with the constant temperature array carved in the blue dzi bead,
It also became cooler under this small umbrella.
Mo Yiyi turned around and put away her canopy car, and then focused on Butanol's battle.
Butanol can deal with those scorpions almost with one sword.
If he hadn't been afraid of damaging the appearance of these scorpions and not being able to sell them at a good price in the future, he could have gone even faster!
There were about thirty scorpions in this nest, and Butanol took care of them in a short time.
After collecting all the scorpions, Butanol returned to the umbrella.
Mo Yiyi put all the food and drink on the soft cushion, and Butanol was not polite. She should eat and drink when she should. After eating and drinking, she started to deal with the dead skin on her body.
After it was almost torn, he told Noila Mo.
"He may come again."
No matter how you look at Mo Yiyi's outfit, food and clothing, she is the golden sheep among the fat sheep, the kind who will lose money if she doesn't pick it up easily.
Since he has already appeared once, he will definitely come again.
Mo Yiyi also thought of this, but she didn't worry at all.
Just the things in her storage compartment can be used to blow up the island. Isn't it easy to deal with some thieves who want her things?
However, Butanol hesitated before speaking.
"The foundation of sword cultivation comes from oneself. The sword in hand is the reliance of sword cultivation. If Junior Sister Mo really wants to gain experience on this island, it is best not to rely too much on external objects."
I am a spirit, why can’t I rely on external objects?
Noila Mo retorted in her heart almost subconsciously, but when she finished thinking about it, she suddenly froze.
When Butanol saw that Mo Yiyi didn't respond, he hesitated a little and didn't know whether he should continue talking.
But looking at the food and drink placed on the cushions, he gritted his teeth and added.
"Elder Wu Yao is a monk in the Mahayana stage, and Junior Sister Mo, your master is also a sword cultivator in the Sword Infant stage. They all grew up in the hardships of life and death. Sword cultivators do not just meditate casually. They can improve after practicing.
We can only grow on the thin line between life and death."
Therefore, don’t let your master’s glory fall!
Butanol didn't say the last words because he felt it was not suitable for him to say.
In his eyes, Noila Mo is a squeamish Golden Sheep. If the Golden Sheep gives her money, he is willing to protect the Golden Sheep and is willing to risk his life.
After all, in order to obtain training resources, which monk would not risk his or her life? It is not shameful to be Mo Yiyi's younger brother, not to mention that Mo Yiyi is not a difficult master to serve. One of her masters and masters are in the sword infant stage, and the other is
During the Mahayana period, the elders of the master's sect were still very protective of her, and they who acted as younger brothers actually had little effect.
With a lot of money and few things to do, they can still follow the elders of the sect and teach them to Mo Yiyi. Butan Chun and the others cherish this opportunity very much!
He can say this now because he has gained so much in the past year, and no matter how thick-skinned he is, he can't hold it anymore.
So he persuaded No Yiyi like this. Of course, he would only persuade No Yiyi this time.
After all, Mo Yiyi has a false spiritual root, and everyone who follows Mo Yiyi knows it.
A fake spiritual root has no future no matter how hard it works.
So why not live a comfortable life?
After all, Mo Yiyi is not short of spiritual stones, and she is so rich. She has a master from the Jianying stage and a master from the Mahayana stage.
With such a strong foundation, why not live happily?
It's only a hundred years. For a monk, this time is too short. The people around Mo Yiyi are also willing to pamper her and let her live happily in these hundred years.
It's just that, after all, it's still a bit hard to get over.
We obviously have such good resources and such a good starting point, why can't we work harder and fight for our future?
Butan Chun said this, and after eating and drinking, he sat on his flying sword. He asked Mo Yiyi with a smile.
"Junior sister Mo, where are we going next?"
Mo Yiyi paused, then casually replaced the eaten fruit and said naturally.
"Let's go find someone else. You're right, it's time for me to practice too."
Mo Yiyi suddenly remembered the conversation between Wu Yao and Butan Chun before entering the island.
'The sword in your hand is very sharp!'
Butanol looked at Wu Yao very confidently and gave his answer.
'certainly!'
Wu Yao never asked her, but she thought about it now.
The sword in her hand is sharp!
Noila Mo thought of the golden bump and gritted her teeth.
As a swordsman, her natal sword is still a knot!!
Noila Mo took out the golden lump from the storage compartment and put her hand on it. The feeling of blood connection and the feeling of pleasure after being close to it rushed to her face.
It wasn't until she touched this golden bump again that Mo Yiyi suddenly felt that her missing part had been filled in!
She was indeed drained of most of her natal aura, but these natal auras did not disappear, they just existed around her in another form.
And not long ago, she was very resistant to this golden bump, because it was it that made her shrink so much!
Butanol also saw Mo Yiyi's natal sword embryo for the first time, so he couldn't help but take a second look.
"The golden natal sword is very rare."
Mo Yiyi clumsily input the spiritual power in her body into the sword and began to flush it with her own spiritual power.
She acted very clumsily, but after listening to Butanol's words, she felt happy in her heart.
"It's the materials my master collected for me, as well as the gems made from the fruit of wisdom!"
Yes, the golden sword is a material that her master specially found for her, just because she likes it!
This is a sword she likes, made of materials she likes. It contains most of her natural spiritual power and is part of her body!
so she said.
"It will be very powerful in the future. I like it very much. I also prepared a lot of gems for it, which can be replaced!"
Butanol nodded and said.
"I know, there are still many scabbards. You carried Steward Wu and Elder Wu Yao on your back, and ordered many beautiful scabbards with Steward Yang."
Yes, Mo Yiyi once looked forward to having a natal sword!
Mo Yiyi used her spiritual power to wash away the golden knot for the second time. Each wash seemed to give her a little more hope for her natal sword.
Butanol saw that she was serious about what she did, and as someone who had experienced it, he thought about it and said.
"Sword embryos are like this. You have to keep flushing them with spiritual power. After it adapts to your spiritual power, it will become the most suitable for you. Then you can use it to practice more sword moves and kill enemies.
, the more you use it, the more it will become more suitable for you.”
While talking, Butanol showed Mo Yiyi his natal sword.
"You see, my natal sword is actually not double-edged, but single-edged, and the blade has a certain arc. It is more of a narrow sword than a sword. Our natal swords are actually different.
Everyone’s are different, and they will become what suits us best, not what the world has set.”
After staring at Butanol's natal sword for a moment, it turned out that it was just as he said, it was a single-edged sword, and the blade had a certain curvature, which was different from a straight sword, but it was sharp and shiny.
Brother Ding took good care of it.
Inexplicably, Mo Yiyi looked forward to her natal sword more and more.
What will it become? Will there be some 'strange' changes?
After talking about his own, Butanol also used Fang Jiaohong as an example.
"Actually, Junior Sister Fang's epee is different. Her epee is double-edged, but the edge is fine-toothed, and it's not that sharp. It hurts when you cut someone and pull it out, and it will take away a large piece of it.
The weight of flesh and blood is not light, it can be said to be a big killing weapon!"
Mo Yiyi really hadn't observed it carefully. After all, in her eyes, Senior Sister Fang's and Senior Sister Yao's epees were similar, both were very big and heavy.
As if he knew what Mo Yiyi was thinking, Butanol also talked about Senior Sister Yao.
"Senior Sister Yao's epee is much better. Her epee only has a health slot and the tip is in the shape of a cross arrow. If you have fought with her, you will find that the tip of her epee can be ejected, especially
insidious!"
After talking about himself and his two junior sisters, Butan Chun naturally talked about senior brother Kun.
"Senior Brother Kun's sword is much more normal. It doesn't have so many fancy changes. It's just an ordinary sword. But in fact, Senior Brother Kun has two swords. Like your master, he uses two swords! I didn't expect that.
Well, Senior Brother Kun's natal sword can actually be divided into two. I only found out when I was sparring with Senior Brother Kun. Senior Brother Kun's second sword is very light, it can be said to be as thin as a cicada's wing.
It is attached to the sword body and has no hilt. It is completely controlled by Senior Brother Kun's thoughts. It appears and disappears, which is very powerful!"
Butanol introduced the natal swords of the four younger brothers around Mo Yiyi before talking to Mo Yiyi again.
"So, don't look at it like this now. In the future, it will look good, be good-looking, practical, and very good."
It was only then that Mo Yiyi realized belatedly that Butanol realized that she was actually somewhat resistant to the natal sword at the beginning.
Mo Yiyi felt warm in her heart and accepted Butanol's kindness.
After Butanol finished saying what he needed to say, he planned to continue practicing his sword outside the umbrella to temper his body.
But as soon as he came out with his sword, he noticed something strange behind him. When he looked back, Noila Mo was putting away all the food and drinks on the cushions, and then the umbrella was also put away.
The hot light shone directly on her body, but Mo Yiyi slowly took off all the accessories on her head and body. Finally, she took out the Sword Sect's disciple uniform and completed the change with one move.
Butanol looked a little dumbfounded. It wasn't until Mo Yiyi finished changing and put away all the clothes that he had changed that he said something like that.
"Actually, you can do it under the umbrella..."
Mo Yiyi sat limply on the soft cushion, feeling very uncomfortable from being burned. Her hand was still resting on the sword embryo, and even the speed at which the spiritual energy washed through it became slower.
She reached out and touched her face. Facing such exposure without any protection, her face was also becoming dry.
Mo Yiyi is a spirit, and her appearance is transformed by her natal spiritual power. Although the transformed skin is exactly the same as that of the human race, in essence, it is still transformed by spiritual power.
Human flesh, bones, muscles, and veins can become stronger and stronger through constant exercise and medicine.
But how can spiritual power be strengthened?
So no matter how much hardship Noila Mo suffered, how many sword moves she practiced, or how many medicinal baths she took, it was all in vain.
She only has so much natural spiritual power, it will neither increase nor deteriorate, so all efforts will be in vain.
Mo Yiyi thought so before, and she thinks so now.
So she joined the Sword Sect, received the Sword Sect's disciple token and the Sword Sect's disciple uniform, but she was still herself, wearing her gorgeous clothes, jewelry and outfits that were incompatible with the Sword Sect, because she felt that the Sword Sect
The disciples of the sect are humbled by their ugliness.
But now, she is still herself, but she is holding the natal sword that looks like a golden knot, puts on the sword sect disciple uniform that she thinks is ugly, sits on her gorgeous soft cushion, and accepts the high temperature.
My face wrinkled, started to produce oil, turned red due to the high temperature, developed hard scabs, and finally turned burnt red.
It 'cooks' faster than butanol.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
I can’t write anymore...
I feel like the plot in my mind can't keep up with the speed of typing...
I looked at the outline I wrote about what will happen. Some of them are not linked to qaq.
How do those masters who write tens of thousands of words every month do it so that they can keep up with the plot with their imagination without skipping a beat? Did they refine the outline in advance and make preparations in advance?
Oh my gosh, I need to think about it carefully and refine the outline first. This kind of outline that only writes a rough outline is no longer suitable for me...