Ye Chen was hiding and lurking in the distance, watching the fight on the rock wall in front of him calmly, having already understood the cause and effect of the whole thing.
The monk with a gloomy voice lurked in the rocks, and used more than a dozen valuable spiritual herbs growing on the rock wall to sneak attack the late-stage Qi-training monk in gray shirt who came to pick the spiritual herbs.
"So insidious and cunning!... There are no rules in this Diyan Mountain. In order to compete for one or two thousand spiritual stones, a fight would be fatal.
Ye Chen couldn't help but shook his head secretly.
He was not in a hurry to take action. He only saw that the gray-shirted monk was at the eighth level of Qi training, but he had not yet seen the other monk who made a sneak attack. Once he saw the strength of this person clearly, it would not be too late for him to take action.
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The gray-shirted monk swore harshly at the monk standing among the rocks, but he stepped up his magic power behind the boulder, looking anxious, trying to force the silver needle weapon out of his abdomen with all his strength.
This silver needle spiritual weapon pierced his Dantian, seriously affecting the operation of his magic power and weakening at least 20% of his strength. If he did not force it out in time, the treasure-hunting monks who sneaked towards him would kill him, which would affect the fight.
However, what was a bit strange was that the monk with a gloomy voice who was hiding among the rocks did not take the opportunity to fight out from the rocks and take action when he was injured.
In addition, there is another strange thing. This silver needle is not coated with poison.
"This treasure-hunting monk is probably a novice. If he is a veteran, he will definitely apply poison on the needle. I have to spend at least 30 to 40% of my mana to force out the silver needle to drive out the poison. Also, he is not sure.
I was injured, so I didn’t dare to rush out! However, this is just right, giving me time to force the silver needle out."
The gray-shirted monk secretly thought it was a fluke.
He can only exert 80% of his strength now. He doesn't know the cultivation strength of the sneak attack monk. If the opponent's strength is not inferior to him and he rushes to kill him at this time, he is afraid that he will definitely lose.
Under the rock wall, the two monks fell silent.
After a short while, the monk in gray shirt endured the severe pain and gradually forced the three-inch long silver needle out of his abdomen, which was nearly an inch long. The silver needle had barbs, so it was not easy to force it out.
"You want to force the silver needle out so that you can fight with me!"
Among the rocks, the gloomy voice suddenly sneered.
The monk in gray shirt frowned and said nothing. He really thought about it this way. Is there something wrong with this?
"Haha, stop dreaming."
The gloomy voice laughed triumphantly, "I have long expected that if you find out that the needle contains poison after being hit by a silver needle, you will definitely fight desperately, so I did not put poison in the silver needle at all. However,
Although the silver needle is not poisonous, it is coated with cartilage powder. This cartilage powder is odorless and will not cause severe pain, but it will quickly dissipate your physical strength in a moment, and you will be unaware of it.
It will make you lose your fighting ability. Do you really think I will leave time to force you to use the silver needle?!"
As he spoke, a slightly short green-robed monk jumped out from among the rocks, with a proud smile on his ugly face. His cultivation was only at the sixth level of the middle stage of Qi Refining, which was far from enough.
The gray-shirted monk was on the second floor, and there was a huge difference in strength. If there was a head-on confrontation, he would not be able to take any advantage and would definitely lose.
Ye Chen clearly saw the strength of this sneak attack monk from a distance, and couldn't help but be surprised. This green-shirted monk in the middle stage of Qi training actually assassinated a late Qi training monk.
"What, Cartilage Powder!? Cartilage Powder specially designed to dissipate physical strength!"
The gray-robed monk couldn't help being shocked and angry when he heard this.
He actually fell into the trap. This cartilage powder is not poison, so there will be no severe pain reaction, but it takes some time for this cartilage powder to work. If he had known this, he should have killed him immediately.
The gray-shirted monk suddenly stood up, but suddenly felt that his limbs and bones were soft and weak, and he almost couldn't even stand still. He could not exert 10% or 20% of his strength. Although the magic power in the body was functioning normally, it was limited by the body's strength.
Significantly weakened by more than half.
"You're done!"
The green-robed monk was ecstatic and ferocious. He held a foot-long sharp thorn in his hand and flew towards the gray-robed monk.
The gray-shirted monk hurriedly cast the golden bell spell, and then waved his sword to resist.
The two got into a fight.
Soon, the monk in gray shirt couldn't resist, screamed in agony, and died in the hands of the monk in green shirt.
The green-robed monk pulled out his sharp thorn and quickly found a small storage bag from the gray-robed monk's waist. He hurriedly opened it and saw that there were not many belongings inside, including hundreds of spiritual stones and several low-level spiritual items.
utensils and several bottles of third-level vitality pills.
The monk in green shirt was immediately disappointed. It seemed that the monk in gray shirt had spent most of his money on cultivation and had very little possessions.
"Damn it, he's actually a poor guy!"
The monk in green shirt angrily put away the small storage bag and the golden spirit sword of the monk in gray shirt, and kicked the body of the monk in gray shirt into the flames, burning it to ashes.
He quickly looked around and saw that there were too many traces of fierce fighting here. If he wanted to set up an ambush here to attack the monks who wanted to pick the elixir behind him, he might not be able to do it. It would be easy.
Will be found out.
The green-robed monk turned around and braved the danger of the earth flames on the ground, flew up the steep rock wall, and prepared to collect the elixir and leave here to find other places suitable for sneak attacks and ambush.
On the rock wall, there was actually a demonic snake entrenched, and it sprang out like lightning and started fighting with the green-robed monk.
The monk in green shirt spent a lot of effort and finally killed the demonic snake. He carefully picked more than ten spiritual herbs on the rock wall and put them into his storage bag.
The green-robed monk flew down and wanted to leave happily, but he was suddenly shocked.
At some point, a very young monk appeared in front of him and looked at him with a faint smile.
It was Ye Chen who finally started to close the net after watching the show for a long time.
"You..., when will you be here?"
The monk in green shirt didn't notice at all when Ye Chen appeared ten feet away from him. He was startled and took a few steps back in fear. He pointed his sharp thorn at Ye Chen. He appeared like this silently.
It almost scared him into a cold sweat.
"Put your things down and you can go!"
Ye Chen said softly. What he wants is this wealth, not necessarily killing the other party.
The green-robed monk's face suddenly turned black, and it was even more painful than eating yellow lotus.
He had just finished robbing a monk, picked more than ten spiritual grasses, and made a windfall of one to two thousand spiritual stones. Before he could be happy, he suddenly met another monk who was robbing him.
But he didn't dare not listen.
Ye Chen's spiritual pressure at this moment has converged to the ninth level of the Qi Refining Stage, which is stronger than that of the gray-shirted monk. Just the difference in cultivation level is three levels, which is almost an overwhelming advantage.
The green-robed monk weighed it and felt unsure. When he thought about Ye Chen's silent appearance just ten feet away from him, he felt even colder in his heart. Even if he ran away, he couldn't escape.
At a distance of ten feet, a ninth-level monk in the Qi Refining Stage could quickly kill him.
The green-robed monk had a grimace on his face and immediately admitted defeat. He reluctantly placed more than ten spiritual grasses on the ground and prepared to retreat.
"What about the belongings of the gray-shirted monk?"
Ye Chen shook his head and said coldly.
The face of the monk in green shirt changed slightly. This young monk had been lurking here for a long time and saw the fight just now. He quickly threw a storage bag that he had found from the monk in gray shirt on the ground and whispered.
Four words: "All the belongings of that person just now are here! Can I leave?"
Ye Chen still shook his head and sneered, "Where are your belongings? Do you think I'm pretending to rob you?"
The green-robed monk was stunned for a moment, completely at a loss. He threw all the valuable belongings in his arms, waist, and sleeves on the ground, and then begged, "Can you leave now? All the valuables are here.
, there will be no other benefits if you kill me!"
"Go away! Don't let me see you again in Diyan Mountain, otherwise I will kill you immediately!"
Ye Chen finally said expressionlessly.
Upon hearing this, the green-robed monk immediately left quickly, his annoyance quickly disappearing.
Ye Chen waved his hand and collected all the belongings on the ground.
More than ten spiritual grasses are worth more than one thousand yuan. The gray-shirted monk is carrying hundreds of spiritual stones, and the green-shirted monk is carrying two thousand spiritual stones. The total is three to four thousand yuan.
There are so many spiritual stones.
Ye Chen couldn't help but be amazed.
"I originally thought that the treasure-hunting monks would make a lot of money, but I didn't expect that the treasure-hunting monks would bring even more money. It turns out that the fastest way to earn money is by robbing other monks. Taking risks is better than the hard work of searching for elixirs.
Earn several times the spirit stone. However, if you rob others, you may be robbed at any time!"
Ye Chen smiled bitterly.
He knows it very well.
It is very common for treasure-hunting monks to snatch spiritual objects. However, killing people and stealing goods is extremely bad in the world of immortality. Once discovered, it is an evil cultivator that everyone calls for death.
A monk will not do such things as killing people and buying goods easily. Even if he wants to kill people and buy goods, he will do it secretly and not openly in broad daylight.
He is a black man who eats black things, so he has no burden.
On the second floor of the Diyan Mountain cave, there are only a few dozen monks in the foundation-building stage. Those who have the absolute strength to rob him are probably only monks in the middle-stage foundation-building stage or above.
Ye Chen made a fortune from Monk Jie San, looked around, jumped a few times, and quickly disappeared from the steep rock wall.
An hour later, Ye Chen had reached the depths of the second floor of the cave.
He discovered a few more good spiritual herbs.
As he gradually went deeper, he saw several corpses of monks in the Qi Refining Stage along the way. Most of the corpses had claw marks left by monsters, and their flesh and blood were blurred. They obviously fought with the monsters on the second floor of the cave and died tragically here.
The demonic beasts on the second level of the cave are already quite strong. At the third and fourth levels, it is very difficult to deal with them.
There are also a very few monks who have scars from spiritual swords on their bodies. They died at the hands of the monks. I am afraid they died in a fight to compete for the spiritual objects here.
"People die for money and horses die for food. This statement is absolutely true!"
Ye Chen couldn't help but be shocked. Along the way, he saw no fewer than five or six monks who died in the Qi Refining Stage. If he included those from other directions in the cave, there might be dozens that he didn't see.
Hundreds of monks died on the second floor of the cave, accounting for one-tenth of the monks who entered the second floor of the cave.
Ye Chen suddenly saw a chaotic crowd gathered at a cave stone pillar in front of him. There were about fifty or sixty monks, and there were even several foundation-building monks among them. He couldn't help but shudder.
"With so many monks gathered together, could they have discovered some spiritual object?"