Chapter 91 Xia Hui "The skin of this nameless spiritual tree is really hard, and I don't know where its seeds are hidden," the young barbarian monk muttered.
He wanted to collect the seeds of this unknown plant, but when he came to collect them, he discovered that he did not know where the seeds of the spiritual tree were.
Generally speaking, plant seeds are wrapped in a hard skin, just like walnut nuts.
The little barbarian monk guessed that the seeds must be inside the rectangular cage.
But it is not that easy to separate the vines of the cage plant.
At least a sharp sword-like magic weapon is required.
But this monk was so poor that he didn't have any sharp instruments like swords.
"Try it with a fireball."
The young monk threw a small fireball, but the cage plant didn't buy it at all, and the fireball went out without much sparks.
Just when he had no idea what to do, someone appeared.
"Friend, my brother and I planted this pitcher plant, please show mercy."
Ye Kong walked out with a smile and said in a very polite tone.
"The name of the cage plant you planted is quite appropriate."
The little barbarian monk was shocked at first when he heard the words, but when he looked back at Ye Kong, he felt relieved.
The third level of Qi refining is too low, so low that I can’t even use magic weapons.
The ability to use magic weapons is the main indicator of a monk's combat effectiveness.
If he cannot use magic weapons, it means that he can only fight with spells, so what's so scary about that.
Although this barbarian monk did not have sword-like magic weapons, he did have other types of magic weapons.
It was easy to kill this young man at the third level of Qi Refining.
"I just came to this forest some time ago, and I didn't see anyone here.
I didn't expect that someone was planting it here."
The little barbarian monk felt contempt in his heart, and he became rude in his mouth.
He looked at this piece of spiritual wood, Won't give up just yet.
Ye Kong smiled in a neither humble nor condescending manner, "How long ago was it that I started planting here a year ago?"
The little barbarian monk saw that this boy was not afraid of him, so he felt a little worried.
Could it be that he has some masters and brothers, so he has nothing to fear?
"Oh, that's it."
The barbarian monk was also polite, and then said, "Xia Hui, a monk from the Bone Spirit Sect, plays the role of an enthusiastic reader.
I dare to ask my friend's name and what sect he belongs to."
"Oh, my name is Lu Jun, and I am a casual cultivator."
Ye Kong did not give his real name.
He did not want to bring disaster to his family.
In fact, Ye Kong is also a little nervous.
After all, he has a sect, and the name of the Bone Spirit Sect is quite weird.
It sounds like he is not a friendly person.
It is better not to get into a fight if he can.
"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Lu."
The young barbarian monk was overjoyed when he heard that he was a casual cultivator.
However, casual cultivators might also have masters, so he decided to inquire more.
"This place is so big, can Fellow Daoist Lu take care of it by himself?"
Barbarian monk Xia Hui asked again.
"Oh, I still have a master who is in the Nascent Soul stage."
Ye Kong replied.
Xia Hui was really shocked when he heard about the Yuanying stage.
In this world, the Yuanying stage is as high as a mountain.
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He can kill a little monk with just a few clicks of his fingers.
But then he thought again.
It is impossible that if there is an ancestor at the Nascent Soul stage, why doesn't he start a gang?
Even if the ancestor of the Nascent Soul, Xianyun Yehe, is used to it, his disciples will not only be at the third level of Qi refining.
"Fellow Taoist, it turns out that you have a famous teacher.
I wonder where your teacher is.
Could you please pay me a visit?"
Xia Hui already had a disdainful smile on his face.
Ye Kong was so smart that he certainly understood what this boy meant by prying, so he sneered and said, "Fellow Daoist Xia, my master is in retreat and it is inconvenient to see people.
Please forgive me."
Xia Hui was almost sure that this boy was bluffing, and asked, "Since your master is already a great monk at the Nascent Soul stage, why don't you set up a formation here to save others from disturbing you?"
Ye Kong knew what the other party was planning, and was tired of his repeated questions.
He said directly, "Fellow Daoist Xia asked for such detailed information.
Could it be that he wanted to bully me, a young monk, while my master was away?"
Xia Hui laughed, "Yes, you know that your cultivation level is lower than mine, but you still want to dominate this spiritual tree, so you made up a Nascent Soul Ancestor to scare me.
But you are wrong.
If you really have a Nascent Soul Ancestor sitting in charge, You killed me a long time ago, do you think I'm stupid for allowing me to ask so many questions?"
This guy really doesn't know how to write the word "death".
He's just a little taller than himself, as if he's out to bully others.
Ye Kong shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist Xia, you don't believe me even if I say it.
Why don't you do this?
You also want to get these pitcher grass seeds.
I'll get some for you, and then you can take them away safely."
After hearing this, Ancestor Huangquan snorted and cursed, "You are so stupid.
Even if he doesn't take action now, he will go back and ask someone to do it.
If you don't kill him, how long will it take?"
Ye Kong thought about it, he had been arrogant for so long, why did he pee when he met the immortal cultivator?
Since this guy had already had bad intentions, why was he talking nonsense?
But before Ye Kong could change his words, the little barbarian monk had already spoken, "Fellow Daoist Lu, if you had run away early when you saw me coming, you would still have saved your life, but now it's too late.
Hehe, the little sword skill on your waist It’s a nice tool, but you don’t have much use for it, so why don’t you give it to me for use?”
Xia Hui didn't pay attention at first, but when he saw the middle-grade magic weapon hanging on Ye Kong's waist, he was completely moved.
Ye Kong smiled, looked down at the little sword, and then said, "If I give you this little sword weapon, then you can let me go."
"Haha, what's wrong with your brain?
Now that I've told you your class and name, how can I let you go?"
After Xia Hui finished speaking, a ball of fire was thrown over, and the fierce flames came towards his face.
Ye Kong dodged in embarrassment, but as soon as he dodged, he found that the other party threw two more ice arrows.
"Little ant on the third level of Qi Refining, my brother will teach you that the battle between spells is to strike first and strike first, beating the opponent until the opponent is running away with his head covered, and there is no time to cast spells, haha, just like you are now" Xia Hui laughed But he didn't stop, he kept holding magic weapons and throwing fireballs and ice arrows.
But Ye Kong could only dodge, throwing a few fireballs that were not accurate in his panic.
"Boy, what tricks are you playing?
You can't be so bad, are you?
What conspiracy do you have?"
The ancestor of Huangquan understood Ye Kong very well.
"Haha, I have to spend the least amount of spiritual energy to kill my opponent."
Ye Kong said, staggering again.
Although he did not fall, the small sword weapon hanging on his waist fell to the ground, and it seemed that he had not noticed it yet.
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When Xia Hui saw it, he felt happy and thought to himself that he could just use his magic weapon to kill him.
"Boy, where are you running?"
Xia Hui quickly threw a few fireballs, and with a move of his left hand, the small sword flew into the air with a bit of coldness.
He said that he, the Immortal Banban, could be fooled so easily.
Ye Kong's eyes flashed coldly, and he immediately stopped and let the fireball hit him.
With a move of his finger, the small sword stabbed Xia Hui's face like a cold star.
How could he activate the magic weapon?
Xia Hui was shocked.
He knew that he had made a big mistake and underestimated the enemy.
He didn't even open the spiritual shield.
But it's too late to open now, the little sword is already coming towards you.
The accident happened so suddenly that Xia Hui had no time to do anything, and even if he could hide, he couldn't escape.
At the critical moment, there was no room for thinking.
He suddenly raised his left hand and used his own left hand to block the small sword.
It has to be said that this is also an experienced opponent.
At the critical moment, he actually thought of sacrificing one of his hands in exchange for a short life-saving time.
"boom" Xia Hui's left hand was smashed to pieces by the small sword weapon, and blood splattered.
However, his head was spared because of this block.
The small sword that was stuck for a while only pierced one of his ears.
"Hmph, you can't hide very quickly.
Let's see how you hide this time."
Ye Kong snorted.
He was no longer as embarrassed as before.
He manipulated the small sword weapon and turned around in a circle to kill again.
"Okay, I admit that I underestimated the enemy, and I won't underestimate the enemy again this time."
Xia Hui, who suffered a big loss, slapped his right hand on the storage bag, and already grabbed a black soul flag in his hand.
Soul flags are weapons favored by many demon cultivators or alien monks.
The reason is very simple: they are low-cost and powerful.
Just some animal bones and skins can be used to make a soul flag, and the main power of the soul flag depends on how many living souls are in the soul flag.
There are hundreds of soul flags, thousand soul flags, and ten thousand soul flags.
The more souls are gathered inside. , the more powerful it is.
Xia Hui waved the big flag and laughed wildly with pride, "Boy, there are already ninety-nine ghosts in my hundred-soul flag, but most of them are ordinary mortals.
I have kept the last position empty because I want to absorb the soul of a monk. , Fellow Daoist Lu, congratulations, you will become the main soul of my soul flag."
The power of this Hundred Soul Flag is indeed extraordinary.
Once it is used, a dark wind rises and black clouds gather.
The black clouds are actually filled with ghosts.
All kinds of ghosts were strange in shape, ferocious in appearance, and all had exaggerated fangs.
They smiled and rushed toward Ye Kong.
"It's a small skill, you barbarian monks can only make some dead articles."
Ye Kong sneered and raised his hand to point at the small sword.
"Long" followed Ye Kong's scolding, and the small sword weapon grew in the wind.
It was originally half a foot long, but in the blink of an eye it grew to two feet, turning into a huge silver sword.
"go" Ye Kong shouted again, and the small sword, like a silver sword, flew over the black clouds and slashed head-on.
"I didn't expect this magic weapon to be so powerful."
Xia Hui was shocked, knowing that he couldn't defeat this kid, so he quickly raised his spiritual shield and stepped onto the bone magic weapon.
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He didn't even want the Hundred Soul Flag, and wanted to escape.
"Fellow Daoist Xia, it's not that easy to leave."
Ye Kong laughed mockingly and threw out the seeds of the cage plant nourished by spiritual power.
"Ah, what is this?
This is the cage plant."
Xia Hui understood the purpose of this kind of spiritual wood, but it was already too late.
The boundless green-brown vines grew like crazy, trapping him in them in the blink of an eye.
"Hundred Soul Banner, haha, use your own soul to be the main soul."
Ye Kong laughed, pointed at the small sword, and shouted, "Cut!"
This time, the small sword weapon did not slash through the air, but slashed across the ground like mercury.
The white light swept through the middle of the large rectangular coffin like a bolt, and the cage grass, as well as the barbarian monk Xia Hui inside, were chopped into two pieces: