Mortal: I can trade everything

Chapter 92: Others are fighting, but I am the one eating? The style is wrong
[A third-level low-grade secret technique, a bear-elephant hybrid technique.]

Use special elixirs and secret methods to make two types of spirit beasts mate and give birth. The potential of the new spirit beast cannot be controlled.

In this regard, Li Xunhuan's evaluation is:

Lingshou Mountain always comes up with some new tricks, but not many.

This secret method has obvious flaws.

Not only are they limited to two categories: bears and elephants, but the results of hybridization also depend on luck.

Very tasteless.

Faced with this result, Li Xunhuan was not unhappy. Instead, he solemnly put it into his space ring.

It doesn't matter.

The balance of equivalents will take action.

Transaction values ​​don't lie.

The Baicao Herb Garden had a successful start this time.

This also made him look forward to the upcoming trip to Lingshou Mountain.

The old monk continued to lead the way.

Get rich today.

puff.

At this moment, a resounding voice was heard.

The old monk knelt down again.

He had a bitter face and put his hands together, as if praying to the Buddha.

"Brother, I don't want to die yet. I'm less than two hundred years old."

Li Xunhuan Nanbang.

Look, you're anxious again.

His face turned serious and he corrected it seriously.

"Hey, Xiaofei, what are you talking about? It's unlucky."

Hearing his promise, Master Feiyu felt relieved, he lost all his strength, and fell to one side.

Finally survived again.

"Brother, poison me."

"Okay, open your mouth."

"Woo,"

After a moment, the old monk covered his head and stood up again.

Without waiting for his reaction, Li Xun Huan said,

"Old monk, someone has gotten here first,"

"what"

"Ah what? Think about where else to go."

"Oh, Brother, I remember now, Black Tiger Gorge."

"Set off."

. . .

Lingshou Mountain is large enough to support countless monsters.

But it's also very small.

There are four to five hundred foundation-building monks from the six sects and two to three hundred foundation-building monks from Lingshou Mountain.

It is inevitable that so many monks will clash with each other.

There are many options, including head-on combat, ambushes, spy-like situations, cooperation, etc.

At some point, the sky over Lingshou Mountain became even darker.

Black Tiger Gorge.

"what,"

With a shrill scream, a monk from Tianque Fort fell to the ground and was swallowed up by a group of snakes in an instant.

Seeing this scene, the cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building at Lingshou Mountain laughed strangely.

"So what if you are in the late stage of foundation building, you are a brainless idiot."

"Who are you talking about, idiot?"

"Who else could it be, who?"

The disciple from Spirit Beast Mountain responded as if nothing had happened, but suddenly his expression changed drastically.

Then, he also let out an "Ah" and fell to the ground, with a wary expression on his face.

A fire bomb followed and he also died.

A big man was lying not far away. He had no magical weapon on him and did not emit any spiritual power fluctuations from beginning to end.

He had a smile on his face and his eyes were full of pride.

The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

He still did not use any spiritual power, and stood up.
Suddenly, I felt that the figure in front of me looked so familiar.

Everything went dark before his eyes and he fell to the ground.

In the darkness, a bald monk crouched down, took vigorous steps, and started moving.

He fired three consecutive fire bombs, took away the storage bag, and quickly returned.

Black Tiger Stream returned to its tranquility, as if no one had ever been there.

In the woods not far from Heihujian, there is a courtyard.

Beside the table in the courtyard, Li Xunhuan was dressed in casual clothes, holding a wine bag in one hand and chopsticks in the other.

On the table was a famous dish, boiled tofu in boiling water.

The water is spiritual water.

Tofu is just regular tofu.

Unfortunately, the spiritual plant world in the heavens seems to have no idea of ​​growing beans.

"What's so good about the world of immortal cultivation, where people fight to the death? My biggest dream is to eat, drink and have fun."

At this time, a bald monk walked in with a storage bag in his hands, bent over.

"Brother, good news, there are five storage bags this time." "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard. It's all thanks to my brother for killing the enemies. I'm just running errands."

Li Xunhuan raised his slender eyebrows, this boy is teachable.

Naturally, he killed the person with a long-range sniper.

The foundation building of "Sky Eye" is so unreasonable.

The range and strength of his spiritual awareness far exceed that of the foundation-building stage, and when combined with Xiao Li's Flying Dagger, he is an expert at sneak attacks.

But the dirty and tiring work was done by Master Feiyu.

I'm a little reluctant to part with this good tool.

Give a reward.

"I have two pills here that can replenish your vitality."

Master Feiyu was so happy that even his white eyebrows began to dance.
"Thank you, Senior Brother,"

The reward given by the senior brother cannot be refused.

He even took it in front of others to prove his sincerity.

Then his head shook a few times and he fainted.

When I woke up, I looked around and found myself deep in a forest.

Who am I and where am I?
"Someone got there first, next place."

"Oh."

And just like that, seven happy days passed.

Master Feiyu ran until his legs broke, while Li Xunhuan counted his storage bags.

A small number of top-grade magical instruments and thousands of spirit stones.

Breitling peach tree, plum tree, apple tree,

There are three pairs of second-level monster monkeys and quite a few unknown monster eggs.

and many more.

The main thing is that he must have what Lingshou Mountain has.

What puzzled him was that he rarely met people in the same field.

Not only the six sects, but even the elite cultivators from Lingshou Mountain rarely appear.

Is there any secret in Lingshou Mountain?
Be puzzled.

. . .

On this day, there was an ordinary-looking mountain.

A man and a woman flew on swords and landed at the foot of the mountain.

The two were wearing the uniforms of the Yanyue Sect, and the woman was none other than Senior Sister Zhao Jing, an acquaintance of Li Xunhuan.

Her aura had surprisingly reached the peak of foundation building.

At this time, the man next to her was dressed neatly, but his breathing was a little unstable.

Seeing Zhong Jiashan, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with emotion,

"finally reached."

Fang felt the gaze of the woman next to him, his face froze and he smiled awkwardly.

The words he said were serious, but not full of energy, and he seemed to be very servile, like a dog.

"Jing'er, I'll go and help you test it."

As he spoke, he flew towards the mountains.

Behind him, Zhao Jing had a blank expression on his face, and his eyes were cold and creepy, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Two seconds later, with a scream, the man disappeared.

idiot.

How can we generalize the Yuanying family’s land? The formation must have been restored.

As soon as she put her hand on the storage belt, she frowned and shouted into the void,

"Come out,"

Nothing happened.

After a while,
"Clap clap clap."

A cultivator at the peak of the foundation building stage, wearing the uniform of the Yellow Maple Valley, walked out.

There were two other men beside him.

One carries a huge sword, and the other is in Taoist uniform.

Their cultivation has all reached the peak of foundation building.

"Daoyou, please."

Zhao Jing did not respond, but turned to look at the other side and continued,

"Friends on the other side, isn't it time for you to come out as well?"

When Master Feiyu heard this, he was startled, as if he was talking about him and his senior brother.

Then, Li Xunhuan's spiritual consciousness was heard,

"Calm your mind and concentrate,"

Just when he was wondering, two more cultivators at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage walked out.

At one moment, six cultivators at the peak of the foundation-building stage appeared on the scene.

Coincidentally, they are six sects.

No one spoke and no one left.

No one is willing to give up the treasures of the Jidan family’s ancestral land.

Zhao Jing cursed her Taoist partner for being stupid again in her heart, otherwise, with the combined strength of their dual cultivation, they would be able to gain the upper hand.

While several people in the field were still forming alliances, Li Xunhuan fled with Master Feiyu.

Until it stopped on the other side of the mountain.

Master Feiyu suggested cautiously,

"Brother, this idea is difficult to implement. Why don't we retreat?"

(End of this chapter)