Mortal: I can trade everything

Chapter 100: Being distracted during a battle can kill you

Seven top-grade magic weapons and hundreds of spirit stones.

Li Xunhuan felt ashamed for the elite disciples of Lingshou Mountain.

Is this the value?
If you don't die, who will?

With this depressed mood, he probed into the storage bag of the Qi training cultivator with his spiritual sense.

Ok?
His face suddenly changed and his heart suddenly became hot.

The storage bag is a thousand times the storage bag.

After being tested one by one on the scale, there were hundreds of skills, thirteen top-grade magic weapons, ancient elixir recipes, secret techniques, and so on.

Surprise!

Li Xunhuan inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity. Could this be the family fortune of the Zhong family, the Jindan family?
From this, we can infer that the unknown Qi training cultivator is a descendant of the Zhong family?
That's great.

Thank you, treasure boy.

Once upon a time, facing Zhongjiashan, I entered the treasure mountain but got nothing.

Now, it's all back.

Feeling happy, he looked at the three-headed black snake statue that was cut in half, feeling a little embarrassed.

The Zhong family, good people!
. . .

Human sorrows and joys are not interlinked.

Li Xunhuan is happy, and someone pays for his happiness.

At this time, in an unknown place inside Zhongjiashan Mountain, a stone door cracked open and slowly pushed open to both sides.

The six monks, led by Zhao Jing, looked inside with hope in their eyes.

Slowly, the smiles on their faces froze.

Zhao Jing leaped onto the central display platform, waving her hands, trying to grab something.

The other five were similarly groping around on the nearby bookshelves.

However, there was nothing.

The only mark left on the bookshelf seemed to be mocking them.

"impossible!"

"I do not believe."

"Something must be wrong."

The six people were unwilling to believe it and turned the training room and scripture library upside down.

silence.

Soon, they found a seemingly reasonable explanation.

"Could someone have gotten there first?"

"It's possible. After all, this is a mortal agency."

Several people were visibly excited again.

If they can find it back, they will have hope of forming the elixir again.

"It must be like this. Things can't just disappear for no reason."

Zhao Jing also chose to believe it. She gritted her teeth and asked fiercely,
"Do you know who is stationed on this mountain?"

"It's not my Tianque Castle."

"It's not Qingxu Sect either."

Finally, the five of them turned their gazes to the monk from Huangfeng Valley with threatening looks.

Zhao Jing placed her hand on the storage bag and spoke each word with pause.
"Fellow Daoist, are you thinking about your fellow disciples?"

The monk from the Yellow Maple Valley was startled, and looked around at the five people, not daring to offend the crowd.
"You're joking. This is about forming a pill, so what does it matter if we are fellow disciples?"

"Then what do you mean?"

The monk from Huangfeng Valley looked strange and pointed to the top of his head.
"Do you know who is on the top of the mountain?"

"Who is it? According to the rules, he is just a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building. How could we fail?"

"Li Xun Huan."

"Are you talking about Li Xunhuan, the most beautiful woman in Yue?"

After hearing his words, they fell silent again.

Of course, they had heard of Li Xunhuan's reputation.

The key is his other title, Lei Wanhe's direct disciple.

But the silence lasted only a moment.

The Giant Sword Sect monk thrust his giant sword into the ground fiercely, with a fierce look on his face.
"So what? Since this is about forming a pill, then please let Junior Brother Li Xunhuan die."

The six people looked at each other and no one objected.

Form the elixir, form the elixir.

Compared with the Tao, Li Xunhuan is nothing.

. . .

At the top of Zhongjia Mountain, Li Xunhuan was troubled by the two corpses, a tiger and a wolf.

Is this a human or a monster?

Considering that it was to feed his own spirit beast, he decided to cremate it.

At the moment when the fire bomb was cast, shouts were heard from a distance.

"stop!"

However, the spell had already been cast, and even Li Xunhuan could not change anything, or did not want to change it. He looked up and saw six masked monks in Spirit Beast Mountain uniforms surrounding him.

A disciple of Lingshou Mountain?
not necessarily!
The monk who spoke out to stop them pretended to act and then rushed over with the other five people.

When you get close, you can even see the greed in the other person's eyes.

Do not understand.

But killing doesn't seem to require a reason.

Behind Li Xunhuan, Zhao Jing had a look of satisfaction on her face behind her veil.

So your name is Li Xunhuan?

Eight years from the twelfth level of Qi training to the middle stage of foundation building?

Since the day we met again, she has been living in fear day and night, fearing that one day you would come to her house and avenge her for your magic.

Well, that's it for today.

The dragnet is like a magic wand, wait and see how you die!
The next second, her eyes widened and envy, jealousy and hatred flashed across her.

Earth escape talisman?
The disciple who was directly taught by the Jindan master deserves to die.

The six of them are at the peak of foundation building and are not greenhouse flowers either. They have extremely rich combat experience.

After discovering that Li Xunhuan had emerged from another underground hiding place, they immediately turned around and attacked with six magical weapons.

Li Xun Huan was shocked when he saw this scene.
Six monks at the peak of the foundation-building stage!

Well come.

Today I will use you to test the power of "Taibai Sword Technique".

With a thought, the icy sword flew out of the storage bag and landed above his head.

Stretch your arms out, rotate them 90 degrees counterclockwise, and place your right hand in the shape of a sword finger in front of your eyebrows.

His eyes were as sharp as torches, and he was silently thinking,

The Ice Soul Sword of Cold Light was unsheathed.

"Zheng!"

A sword sound was heard, and the long sword spun rapidly, and immediately six long sword phantoms appeared.

The sword finger pointed forward, and seven long swords responded to the movement and flew out rapidly.

Sword tip against sword tip, tit for tat!

Almost instantly, the six magical weapons retreated one foot at the same time.

The fluctuation of spiritual energy on it was actually slightly stronger than that at the peak of foundation building.

This also caused the six people to exclaim in a low voice.
"impossible."

"Be calm and focus, we are in numbers."

"Be careful."

Just as the six people were communicating with each other, the seventh long sword, the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword, suddenly attacked and reached the cultivator in the front.

Zhao Jing did not dare to underestimate it and stood in front of him with a top-grade defensive magic weapon.

When she felt the resistance of the collision of spiritual power, she felt relieved.

Then, in her horrified eyes, the ice crystal sword pierced through the spiritual shield in an incredible way and came towards her again.

Danger!

She made a prompt decision and turned quickly.

A stream of red blood spurted out and a severed arm fell to the ground.

Her miserable condition fell into the eyes of the five people, but they did not gloat over her misfortune.

But they share the same hatred for the enemy.

Today either he dies or I die.

There is no third option.

So, the six of them became ruthless, took out their second attacking weapon, and rushed forward with it in their hands.

The other side fought for their lives, and six people cooperated.

For a moment, even Li Xunhuan could only dodge and improvise.

During one attack, Li Xunhuan once again flew into the air.

The six people looked at each other, good opportunity.

A Foundation Establishment cultivator, not a Core Formation cultivator, can only fly in the air for a short period of time.

This time he had no chance to land.

The six men worked in groups of two, charging forward in tacit cooperation.

First group,
Second Group,
There was a look of madness in Zhao Jing's eyes: Die.

Li Xunhuan certainly knew what they were thinking, but who said that a cultivator who had established his foundation could not fly in the air for a long time?

As he stepped on the ground, a spiritual power appeared, instantly turned into ice crystals, and then was sent upwards in an instant before disappearing in an instant.

This cycle continued and he was still flying in the air.

"impossible!"

The six of them were stunned for a moment.

Li Xunhuan's figure went straight down, picking the weakest persimmon, and that person is you.

Losing focus during a battle can be fatal.

(End of this chapter)