Chapter 565 That's right
Following the direction pointed by Long Feng, Song Qingming took a closer look and found that in a cave about ten miles away from a few people, there were several strange figures in the cave talking with each other. Something to fight.
After Huofeng took a closer look at the cave, he suddenly said to Song Qingming and Song Qingming behind him: "Let's go around the edge, don't disturb them!"
Since entering After the fourth level, although there were occasionally a few monks seen along the way, Huofeng basically ignored each other and just went on his own. This was the first time Song Qingming saw her face change after seeing other monks. With such a cautious look on his face, he couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Although they were far apart, Song Qingming could not clearly see who was in the cave, but if Huo Feng could take the initiative to choose a detour, then the other party would most likely be a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Thinking of this, Song Qingming also became a little nervous. After looking at each other with Long Feng, they both closed their mouths and did not dare to say anything more. They followed Huo Feng carefully and walked around.
Not long after Song Qingming and others left, the battle in the cave below also ended quickly. Three people in different clothes came out of the cave one after another.
These three people are an old man with gray hair but still rosy complexion, a young man with a more delicate appearance wearing a green robe, and the last one is holding a paper fan in his hand A middle-aged Confucian scholar who keeps shaking.
After the white-haired old man walked out of the cave, he immediately took out two black spiritual fruits, and said to the two people beside him with a smile:
"Two fellow Taoists, this There are only two Black Rock Fruits, and there is no way for the three of us to divide them equally, so let’s follow the old rules. If any of you two doesn’t want the spirit fruit, we will compensate him with some spiritual things!”
The white-haired old man who spoke had reached the ninth level of the Golden Core. The pressure on this man was no less than what Song Qingming had seen back then. Yao Qianshu, the head of the Xiaoyao Sect in its heyday, was also a man who had already tried to break through. The person of Nascent Soul.
"Haha! Fellow Daoist Xu, what you said is a bit wrong. It was clearly the two of us who contributed the most just now. The spiritual fruit is naturally the property of you and me. Of course, Fellow Daoist Feng also helped. Just a little favor, we'll make it up to him Naturally, some spiritual beings should do it."
As soon as the white-haired old man finished speaking, the middle-aged Confucian scholar on the side immediately refuted the other person's idea with a serious look on his face, and then said that he had already thought about it. Opinions on the distribution of spiritual objects.
Although the middle-aged Confucian scholar has a lower cultivation level than the seventh level of the Golden elixir, he always speaks in a condescending manner. He is not too polite to the white-haired old man because his cultivation level is lower than that of the old man. gas.
Hearing the middle-aged Confucian scholar's refutation of his words, the white-haired old man did not show any displeasure. Instead, he turned his gaze to the green-robed young man standing aside who had not spoken yet. .
"Fellow Daoist Feng, do you have any other opinions?"
"Hmph! Old ghost Xu, are you getting more confused as you get older? Why do you need to ask him about this matter? Friend Daoist Feng only has gold. With a cultivation level of the sixth level of Dan, it is considered a great luck to come here with us.
If I hadn’t done it for your sake before, I would have been lucky. I won’t agree to bring him a middle-stage Jindan monk here. If he doesn’t agree, I’ll mind if there’s one less person to share things with us!” The good-natured middle-aged Confucian scholar immediately showed some displeasure on his face, and immediately broke up with him on the spot. He no longer was polite to the green-robed young man in his words.
The green-robed young man who had never had a chance to speak just now did not have any big reaction on his face after hearing the middle-aged Confucian scholar's words. After a moment, he spoke slowly and unhurriedly:
"Fellow Daoist Han is right, and I agree with his idea. It is indeed too much for three people to share things. It might be better to have one less person, and it can also save us a lot of trouble in the future."
Hearing that the young man in green robe agreed with his idea, the middle-aged Confucian scholar thought that the young man had already surrendered to him, and a smile of satisfaction immediately appeared on his face. However, what the young man said next quickly made him embarrassed again. Shang's smile instantly stiffened.
"Haha! Fellow Feng Daoist! Did I hear you correctly just now? Do you mean to kick me out first?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar laughed with disbelief, and then spoke to The other party asked.
The young man in green robe did not speak directly. He just squinted his eyes and looked at the other person closely. With a slightly provocative expression on his face, he already gave the answer the other party wanted.
Seeing that the other party did not take him seriously, the middle-aged Confucian scholar showed a little anger on his face. He turned to the white-haired old man beside him and said: "Old ghost Xu, you are What do you mean, are you trying to help him deal with me?”
"Uh! Haha. Brother Han, you have misunderstood. Just like you, this fellow Feng Daoist and I only met not long ago. I don't want to interfere in your affairs. You two can do whatever you want. Let's do that."
After the white-haired old man finished speaking, he put away the black spirit fruit in his hand with a smile on his face, turned around and quietly stepped aside, taking the initiative to make room for the two of them.
Middle-aged Confucian scholars have been cultivating to the late stage of Golden elixir for many years, and their strength is not weak among the late Golden elixir monks. Except for people like the white-haired old man who have reached the peak of Golden elixir, middle-aged Confucian students are usually very Don't take other Jindan monks seriously. And the green-robed young man's cultivation level has just broken through the sixth level of the Golden Core. In the previous battles, his performance was nothing special. In the eyes of middle-aged Confucian scholars, this person can be said to be completely impossible. He is his own opponent.
I just heard that the green-robed young man was so confident in provoking me, and I thought he was relying on his unusual relationship with the white-haired old man. When I saw that the white-haired old man had already stated that he would not interfere, he left voluntarily. The middle-aged Confucian scholar's face immediately relaxed, and he turned to look at the other party with a slight smile on his face.
"Fellow Taoist! If you regret it and take the initiative to apologize to me, for the sake of traveling with me, I will let you leave here regardless of what you just said."
"Oh! Let me apologize. Apologize, I'm afraid you may not be qualified yet." The young man in green robe still looked disdainful.
"Boy, if I don't give you the chance, then you can only blame yourself for your misery!" As soon as the middle-aged scholar finished speaking, a third-level high-grade flying sword with very rare quality was already in his hand. He rushed towards the young man in green robe with a proud look on his face.
After the time of burning incense, the ground that was peaceful just now was already a mess, with traces of fighting everywhere.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar who was already lying on the ground, dying, looked at the young man in green robe walking towards him with a shocked face, and asked in horror: "Who are you?"< br>
"Haha! Who am I? Even I have almost forgotten it. There is no need for you to know this. Let's get on with it!"
"Fellow Daoist. Fellow Daoist Feng, I made a mistake. I'll give it to you." Please apologize, please forgive me!”
Faced with the middle-aged Confucian scholar’s begging for mercy, the young man in green robe remained expressionless, paying no attention to the other person, and kept moving towards him with the flying sword in his hand. The front flew past.
After a scream at the scene, the middle-aged scholar's voice was completely silent.
After the young man in green robe stepped forward and collected several magic weapons that the other party had dropped on the ground, he also took away the storage magic weapons from his waist, and then left the place directly towards the man standing not far away. The white-haired old man walked over.
The white-haired old man on the side watched the fierce battle just now over the spiritual objects, and was slightly surprised by some of the green-robed monks' methods.
He neither spoke to either of them, nor did he help any of them. Even when the young man in green robe directly killed the middle-aged Confucian scholar, the white-haired old man did not react at all. He didn't stop the other party from doing this, as if these two people had nothing to do with him.
Seeing the young man in green robe walking over, the white-haired old man casually handed him one of the black spiritual fruits that the two of them were fighting over.
"Friend Feng Dao, since you have won, this thing should be yours. Hehe, having one less person to share things really saves a lot of things. Even I followed you and took advantage of it. ”
Hear that right. Fang chuckled softly, and the man in green robe calmly took the spirit fruit and put it into the storage artifact, and then said to the white-haired old man: "I have solved this trouble. Have you considered it carefully? Don’t come up with me.”
"Haha! Fellow Daoist Feng, I heard before that this seventh floor does not have the cultivation level of Nascent Soul stage, and it is also difficult to move even once you enter. Brother, are you sure that we two will be able to find good things inside after entering? "
Hearing this, the man in green robe showed a hint of displeasure on his face and said: "I have already taken action to solve this problem, so there is no trouble. Could it be that you still don't believe it? If I say it, I still want to retreat."
"Haha! If you don't believe Brother Feng, I won't be able to follow you here, but this Tower of Babel is more powerful than the next, and I am a little bit more. I'm worried about the dangers I'll encounter when I go up, so I'm not prepared enough, so I'm just asking you in advance!" The white-haired old man saw that the man in green robe was a little unhappy, so he quickly explained.
After staring at the white-haired old man for a while, the man in green robe slowly showed a strange smile and replied: "Don't worry! There won't be any big danger on the upper floor. The rumors you heard are just that the Nascent Soul Sect is trying to prevent too many people from fighting. It was just a rumor about stealing spiritual objects!
The old Yuanying monsters who have come in now should have gone to the eighth floor. If we go up now, we should not be able to run into them. On the contrary, It will be safer than staying here.”
"Oh! So that's it. When I entered the Tower of Babel for the first time, I had just formed the elixir not long ago, so I could only hang out on the lower floors. I really didn't know much about the situation inside. Fortunately, I could have some information this time. Brother Feng, an old friend, has indeed saved us a lot of trouble by accompanying us.”
(End of this chapter)