Mo Qing looked there for a long time before discovering Porta's hiding place. This guy actually took a piece of bark as a disguise, lay on a big tree, and looked down leisurely...
It has to be said that this kind of protective color works very well. If you don't observe very carefully, it is impossible to find that there is anyone hiding here.
Mo Qing also found a piece of bark, quietly came to the big tree where Porta was, and came to Porta's side.
"Wow! Master, have you gone mining?" Porta stared at Mo Qing's style in stunned silence, and even couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch Mo Qing's upward-rooted hair: "Where did you get this hairstyle?"
Yes, it’s very unique!”
"Get out of here, don't touch me!"
Mo Qing slapped Porta's hand away angrily: "Hurry up and get down to business."
Seeing that Mo Qing seemed a little unhappy, Porta did not dare to ask. He also held a palm-sized mantis in his hand and complained to Mo Qing: "Master, for the sake of concealment, I dare not
When I eat, I am afraid that the smell of blood will come out. You see, even if I finally catch a mantis, I dare not eat it."
Mo Qing raised his hand and knocked down the praying mantis: "What's so delicious about this little thing? When this matter is resolved, I'll treat you to a feast of dragon meat."
"Wow! Master, you said it, and you are not allowed to go back on it."
"Okay, come and introduce the situation to me."
"Master, look over here, there is the purple vermilion tree."
Porta pointed in a direction, and Mo Qing immediately passed away.
This mountain col is very narrow, but very hidden. In the central part of the col, there is a small high hill. On the top of the high hill, there is a tree.
Mo Qing's eyesight was very good, so he squinted his eyes and looked out carefully.
I saw that the tree was not high, only about one meter, short and small. There were some fruits dotted on the tree, which glowed with a faint purple light.
"This fruit looks easy to pick. Why are these people still sitting still?"
"Master, that's because the fruit is not fully mature yet. If you pick it now, it will have no medicinal properties and cannot be used at all. When it is mature, the petals will open, which will be accompanied by a strong mental shock. If you cannot resist the mental shock, you will not be able to use it at all.
You can’t get close to the purple vermilion tree, so now these people are choosing locations to wait for the purple vermilion fruit to bloom.”
"Is it a mental shock? Jin Feng told me before that it was flower poison."
"It's almost the same. It's not a real toxin, but a variant of spiritual power. I don't know exactly. You'll know after you go and take a look."
"Porta, I find that your knowledge is quite profound!"
"Hehe, it's okay. After all, I have lived for hundreds of years. I just read books when I have nothing to do. The accumulation of hundreds of years is not a small amount."
Porta did not dare to show off his aristocratic airs in front of Mo Qing, and explained with a smile.
But then Porta's expression became a little solemn: "Master, but we still have to be careful. Look around that fruit tree. How many people are there in total?"
Mo Qing's attention was all focused on the purple vermilion fruit tree, and he didn't pay attention to other places. Now that he was reminded by Porta, he hurriedly looked around.
There were people everywhere in the light or dark. There was even one person who was sitting openly and openly less than ten meters away from the purple vermilion fruit tree, waiting for the purple vermilion fruit to ripen.
In addition, there are some people who are a little further away, maybe because they feel that they cannot easily resist the coming mental impact, so they stay a little further away and appear more conservative.
"One, two, three,,, there seem to be more than a dozen people!"
"Yes, there are thirteen people here including the person named Jin Feng. Among them, the person sitting near the purple vermilion fruit tree is the strongest. He looks determined to win the purple vermilion fruit. As for Jin Feng, among these people, the strength is the highest.
It can only be considered below average.”
"These people are all at the ninth level." Mo Qing said.
Porta also had a rare serious look on his face: "Yes, although there are no boxers among these people, they are all boxers who have reached the ninth level. If we want to get the Purple Vermilion Fruit, we must pass their level. Master, this matter
It’s very difficult!”
Porta is a viscount-level vampire, but he is only at the peak of the ninth level. If anyone is called here, his strength is not inferior to him. If he fights alone, he is not sure of victory. If he wants to deal with this person
The thirteen people were really in a bit of a dilemma.
Mo Qing waved his hand slightly at this time: "Don't worry, these thirteen people have their own agendas and are not monolithic. Maybe they will kill each other because of the purple vermilion fruit. Let's just sit back and watch the tiger fight."
Unexpectedly, Porta refuted Mo Qing's words: "Master, that's not possible. The purple vermilion fruit only has a short time to mature. If this time is missed, the purple vermilion fruit will fall to the ground. Once the fruit touches the soil,
Then it will rot, melt, lose its medicinal properties, and have no value. Therefore, these people will never fight until there is a winner of the fruit. Once they have the intention to fight, they may immediately fall into a spiritual illusion and be unable to extricate themselves, so they will
Get used to the mental shock and try to be the first to pick the purple vermilion fruit, so if you go late, you won't get anything."
"Then what do you mean, do you want me to go over now and go with them to wait for the purple vermilion fruit to mature?,,
"Yes, we must fight for this opportunity. I am a vampire and cannot appear openly. But at the critical moment when you are fighting for the Purple Vermilion Fruit, Master, I can go out and help."
Mo Qing nodded. It seemed that he still had to go to the core area, but Porta's identity was not easy to show in public.
How to finally snatch the Purple Vermilion Fruit under the gaze of these thirteen ninth-level boxers really took a lot of thinking.
Mo Qing left the big tree and headed to the core area of the mountain col.
The mountain col was very small, only a few hundred meters in diameter, and Mo Qing quickly arrived close to the center.
Everyone around looked at Mo Qing's appearance with vigilance. There were a lot of people here, and they did not welcome new people to join, especially Mo Qing, who was still an unknown person. At least the old students of Black Gold Academy knew each other.
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Mo Qing was now wearing a bronze armor. He couldn't wear a helmet on his head because of his hair. The areas not covered by the armor were covered with tattered cloth clothing, like a beggar on the run.
People gathered in a circle around the purple vermilion fruit tree, each guarding their own side. They all chose a suitable location to prepare for the coming spiritual impact.
There is currently one person who is closest to the purple vermilion fruit tree. Perhaps because of his extreme self-confidence, he is only less than ten meters away from the fruit tree.
Among the remaining people, there are two people within 20 meters, who are still 15 meters and 17 meters away from the fruit trees respectively. The rest of the people are still 20 meters away to adapt.
Mo Qing ignored the looks of others and found a place twenty meters away from the purple vermilion fruit tree to sit down.
The distance was neither too close nor too far. Mo Qing did not believe that he could easily withstand the mental impact of Purple Vermilion Fruit, but he did not run twenty meters away. If he could not withstand the mental impact from this position, then
There is no need to talk about picking purple vermilion fruits.
Maybe those people saw that Mo Qing only had a sixth-level boxer brand on his chest, so they weren't too worried. In their opinion, a sixth-level boxer couldn't do anything anyway.
Only Jin Feng looked at Mo Qing suspiciously. He was a little unsure whether the dark guy in front of him was Mo Qing. He looked similar, but Mo Qing was sitting a little far away from him, so he couldn't be sure.
Now Jinfeng is about twenty meters close to the Purple Vermilion Fruit Tree. It is relatively close, and there is no time to come and observe Mo Qing carefully.
Seeing Mo Qing sitting down, the person closest to the purple vermilion fruit tree suddenly laughed: "Hey, the purple vermilion fruit is ripe, the news has really leaked, even people who are not from our old student class are here, hey! Look!
Your boxer badge is from Black Gold Academy, are you in the freshman class?"
Mo Qing closed her eyes and ignored him.
".Heng! You're so impressive, even a sixth-level boxer dares to show off in front of me. If the purple vermilion fruit hadn't been about to mature, I would have killed you right now!"
Before the person finished speaking, suddenly there was a wave of fluctuations in the space where the purple vermilion fruit tree was located, and a flower had already opened!
A layer of ripples visible to the naked eye spread out with a strong aroma, and the boxer who was speaking was the first to be affected by the ripples.
The Purple Vermilion Fruit has matured, and the spiritual attack is about to begin!
Some people far away hurriedly held their breath and concentrated, waiting for the spiritual attack to arrive.
On the contrary, because this person was showing off his anger at Mo Qing, he did not notice that the purple vermilion fruit suddenly opened. He was caught off guard, and his whole person was suddenly enveloped in ripples.
The body shook a few times, seeming to be struggling against the mental impact.
Mo Qing didn't have time to look at this person, because in his mind, there suddenly came the sound of fighting and fighting, and the loud shouts of killing echoed in his ears, and he couldn't control the killing in his heart.
Desire, if it had not been endured in the past, would have been on the verge of madness.
"Kill,,,kill!!!! clank! clang clang!"
There are sounds of killing everywhere, and from time to time there is the sound of gold and iron, people shouting, horses neighing, and drums rumbling. Although it is just a mental shock, it makes people feel like they are on the battlefield with thousands of troops.
The person closest to the purple vermilion fruit tree obviously suffered the greatest mental impact. His body shook a few times, and he suddenly stood up on the ground. He pulled out a hand on his waist. He was actually carrying a scimitar.
weapons.
"Come on! You bastards! Kill me! I want to kill! I want to kill!"
It was as if there were countless people attacking him around him. His machete danced like a windmill, slashing everywhere wildly, but he couldn't get within a one-meter radius.
"Ah! If you dare to grab my hand, I would rather cut off my own arm than give you a chance!"
He didn't know what situation he encountered in the illusion, but he swung the scimitar fiercely and actually cut off his left arm!
"Haha, I'll trade one of my hands for your life, it's worth it!"
This man was smiling crazily, completely ignoring the blood gushing from the wound, and still waving the scimitar desperately.
The people around him had no time to care about his situation, because at this moment, everyone was experiencing a huge impact, and if they were distracted, they would most likely end up like him.