The Mad Cultivator

Chapter 90—The Little Monk

"Why is there so much nepenthes in this place?" Huang Quan's ancestors didn't know the fierce fighting that had happened here.

Ye Kong didn't expect that this pitcher plant had such a strong vitality. For more than half a year, the open space was covered with square vine-shaped prison cages.

In the moonlight, each of the erected cages pulled out a black shadow, which looked like a standing coffin, feeling a little weird.

"How is this place?" Ye Kong jumped off the horse and looked at this pitcher plant.

"This place is good. Although the pitcher plants are all low-grade spirit grasses, they can provide a lot of wood-based auras in such a large amount. In any case, they are more abundant than those in Yefu." Huang Quan's ancestor nodded. Said.

Ye Kong laughed: "More importantly, these pitcher plants can still be used as houses. It is important to have a place to stay here for a few months."

"Yes, you can also pick some seeds of Nepenthes, and maybe there will be some magical effects on the enemy later." Huang Quan's ancestors don't have to be afraid to find out, and flew out of the small sword weapon.

"Where is that cellar?" Huang Quan's ancestor flew around the cage and sighed, "This year was a small village and there were many people. I just killed an alien monk and flew here. So I quietly drilled into a cellar of a family. It was unexpectedly 100,000 years ago, and it turned into a desolation. "

"Over the past 100,000 years, the sea is changing, the mountains and rivers can change direction, not to mention a small village." Ye Kong answered, while using a small sword to dig out a vine-made prison cage for people. Small door in and out.

Ye Qing, Ye Kong created a simple room, but Huang Quan's ancestors did not give up, and he was busy looking for the cellar where he had lived.

"Don't look for it, how can you find it? Your original body, I am afraid that it may not have all the bones, but first help me to make Pi Gu Dan." Ye Kong took out the bran grain fruit from the storage bag.

Huang Quan's ancestors didn't follow it. He even waved his arms and smashed the stones on the ruins of the small pavilion in the middle of the open space. He still couldn't find the entrance to the cellar.

"Fuck, where is it?" Huang Quan ancestor asked angrily.

"I said why do you have to hurry to find that cellar? Do you have any treasures hidden here?" Ye Kong asked puzzled.

He does not mean that. Huang Quan's face changed, but then he laughed, "How can there be any treasure worthy of my ancestors to find this way? I just want to see the place where I was sitting, and I'm just feeling a little bit."

"Then give me alchemy."

"Well, I can't think of my ancestor, I lived for 100,000 years, and finally I became a slave of your hairy boy, and I also specially cultivated **** like Gu Dan. It's really a secret pearl." Huang Quan's ancestor shook his head with a sad smile. Fly back.

The pitcher plant is very narrow inside, which is a square area. Two people can be squeezed, but Huang Quan's ancestors are not willing to open one. Anyway, there are many cages, and Ye Kong doesn't care about him. , Began to cultivate himself.

The first thing to do is, of course, to refine the top-quality defense made of inkwell leather. With this gadget, safety is guaranteed.

A few days later, Ye Kong stepped out of a prison cage and was so proud of his breeze that at one glance he had successfully refined the armor. He was shirtless and could barely see that he was wearing clothes. The armor had been hidden into his body.

"Old man, do you say that this armor is as effective as you said, you can't see it, you can't touch it, and there is no glittering light." Ye Kong was happy, but he was a little skeptical.

"You know a fart!" Huang Quan, who was still wandering among the cages, cursed, throwing a fireball at him with a shake of his hand, and said coldly, "Don't hide!"

Ye Kong knew that he would not harm himself, and the power of fireball was limited, so he stood and allowed the fireball to hit his chest.

"boom!"

When the fireball stuck to his body, he saw the black-gray armor immediately appeared, resisted the small fireball, the fireball exploded into a gorgeous Mars and disappeared, but Ye Kong was intact, and the armor turned into the body again.

Ye Kong happy wiped his chest, and smiled: "Hey, it really works, huh, it really is a good thing, ancestor, come a few more."

"Do n’t play, quickly practice expulsion, practice fireball, ice bomb, and practice all those spells. Do n’t underestimate those low-level spells, it can improve your ability to various attributes. Force control. "

"Oh, I see."

The sun rises and the moon sets, winter goes to spring.

One day three months later, the sun was shining and spring was in full bloom.

The sun was lazy after hiding in the white clouds. The weather said goodbye to the cold, but not hot. The mangrove forest experienced a winter, and took off the red-brown coat, and grew bright red branches like fire. It looks good.

There was a sound of wind breaking above the mangrove forest, and saw a monk carrying his hands on his back, calmly standing on a beast-bone weapon slowly flying.

This is a young monk wearing a green indigo coarse cloth. His clothes are not the long shirts that the people of southern capital love to wear, but are similar to the shorts that barbarians like, except that a black storage bag is hung on the waist.

Although this young barbarian monk moves leisurely and is flying slowly, this is not because he wants to admire the view of the mangrove forest. It is because his flying instruments are too rubbish. Such a fast speed is the limit.

The barbarian monk stepped on a bone-bone flying instrument and flew in the air, leaving the wind to fan his straight trousers.

He seems to be leisurely, but he is looking around, not looking at the scenery, but looking around with great vigilance. After all, he is only a low-level monk, and anyone can pinch him. He doesn't want to mess with those great monks. Keep away, otherwise you do n’t know how to die.

Fortunately, no monks or spirit beasts were encountered along the way. It was very safe, but he did not relax his vigilance.

"Hey, what's going on over there? One by one the small square cages are strange trees?" The little monk's eyes fell on a clearing in the middle of the mangrove forest.

Go and see. The barbarian monk changed his direction and flew slowly. When he approached, he was surprised to find that there was an aura fluctuation.

"Xiapin low-order spiritual wood?" The barbarian monk was happy for a while and accelerated to fly over.

Although he didn't understand what this plant was and what its usefulness was, as long as it was a spiritual grass, it would be useful. Pick some seeds or fruits. Maybe it was a rare and precious spiritual tree.

"I don't know what kind of plants or trees, but they have such a strange shape, just pick some, and soon they can change some spirits in Fang City." The barbarian monk descended happily, raised his hand, and made the skull of the beast. The flying instrument was put in the storage bag.

He is a young monk of the Barbarian Xiuxian martial arts. This martial art is very small and very poor. A little monk like him is even poorer. I heard that there is a square city near Honghuang and I want to see the market.

He also just went to the market. There was really nothing extra to exchange, and there was no Lingshi. I thought that this time I went back empty-handed, but I didn't expect to pick some strange grass on the way.

"Good luck this time," said the young monk, happily, looking for the seed of the pitcher plant.

At this moment, Ye Kong was talking to Huang Quan's ancestors. After three months of practice, he has fully mastered the use of small swords, and even all kinds of spells are very skilled, and he is preparing to return to the city. trip.

But Huang Quan's ancestor scolded him again, "You restless guy, don't think I don't know what you think?"

Ye Kongqi said, "In three months, I went back to visit my wife and appease my wife. What's wrong with this?"

Huang Quan ancestor said, "You want to go back and say goodbye to them, and then go out for a walk, am I right?"

Ye Kong was guessed by Huang Quan's ancestors, and he laughed without denying it. He said, "Yeah, you see that I now have the ability to protect myself, I should go out and take a break, and let my mother find it by the way. You can go through the elixir for face treatment, look at the local customs, and maybe have any chance ... "

"Come on." Huang Quan's ancestor angered. "Yes, your boy is really strong in spirit and consciousness. The third layer of refining gas can actually make the sword use 40% of his power. This is something I didn't expect from my ancestor."

"But don't think that you are already very powerful, your wings are hard, and you can go out to fly ... tell you, you are still early! Just such a small ant, you will be pinched to death in minutes! It is not you who repairs the fairyland Imagination is full of tenderness! Everywhere is full of danger, and if you are not careful, you will never lose it! "

"Why kill a man and win a treasure, but I have no treasure to win." Ye Kong shouted.

"Your sword and armor are enough to make you kill you!"

"Will I not take it out?"

"The immortal does not need a reason to kill! It seems that you are in a bad mood one day, and you step on a few ants, and those senior monks kill individuals just like pinching an ant!"

"Are you still there?"

Huang Quan's ancestor fainted. "You originally counted my ancestors again ... I'll tell you what's wrong with you. I will never help you. As an ancestor, am I still in full prosperity?"

Ye Kong laughed, "I won't help you then."

Huang Quan's ancestor said, "What's wrong with me?"

"Find that cellar for treasures."

Huang Quan's ancestor was depressed, "How did you know?"

Ye Kong was even more depressed than he was. "I said, ancestor, in the past three months, you have overturned the entire ground. I don't know anymore. Are you stupid?"

Huang Quan's ancestor Chan Chan smiled and did not deny it.

Ye Kong asked again, "Father, tell me, what treasures can make a great monk like you remember?"

"It doesn't matter to you, it's useless to you." Huang Quan's ancestors dodged and didn't answer.

"Then tell me what's that, what's the name of the head office?" Ye Kong couldn't help it.

"Tell you! I don't know!" Seeing Ye Kong's face unbelieving, Huang Quan's ancestor said again: "I only know that it's a baby, but I don't know what it's useful for, at least it has a use, letting my soul be small The sword has not died for 100,000 years. "

"Oh, this is very useful ~ www.readwn.com ~ Ye Kong nodded.

"Otherwise, if you think you are a babies, you can sleep for 100,000 years without dying if you drill into the weapon?" Huang Quan's ancestors said impatiently, and said, "I said, you don't have to make up your mind. Take it out at that time. It's just for you. If you want to swallow, don't blame my ancestor for turning his face. "

Ye Kong angrily said, "How can I do that kind of thing? Please don't insult my personality! We are friends, friends, do you know? Love is better than Jinjian, love is everlasting, and what treasure is comparable to our purity and Noble friendship? So I will never swallow it, so rest assured. "

Huang Quan's ancestors were relieved and asked, "Say, you know where the cellar is?"

Ye Kong laughed, "Tell you it's okay, but conditionally ... if you find any benefit in that thing later, you have to count it as me."

Huang Quan's ancestor glared at him for a long time before he said, "I now finally understand that the word shameless was written like this."

"Hey, I said I won't corrupt your treasure, am I shameless?"

"But you are extortion!"

Ye Kong rogue said, "Are you promised or not?"

Huang Quan's ancestor was about to speak, and suddenly raised a brow, and laughed, "There is a monk on the sixth floor of gas refining, you are in trouble ..." I'm a bit sleepy, ah, I'm going to bed ... If you can't beat me, ask me to help. But if you can, tell me where the cellar is, friend, treasure.

After Huang Quan's ancestors finished speaking, his body became smaller and smaller, and he got into the small sword weapon.

"Hey, don't run, you shameless old guy, leave your friends and run away, count me as Ye Kong seeing the wrong person!"

Huang Quan's ancestor laughed and said, "What you say is useless, haha, three levels higher than you. You rookie who has no actual combat experience, be careful."