Lin Ze looked at the much dimmer white light in the air, and had a general understanding of the power of this sword qi.

Born from the frost and deciduous sword, and after the experience of the Bawen Sword Array, it is equivalent to a medium-grade exercise in the pure green realm.

It's a pity that the gap between his own cultivation and the other party's cultivation is too big, and it has reached the point where it is difficult to make up for even the exercises.

Fortunately, he didn't come to kill Zhao Jing today, and he didn't even need to win, he only needed to delay for a while.

"I don't have a sword. ”

Lin Ze looked at the dancing flames and shook his head honestly.

Hearing this, Zhao Jing was slightly stunned, then shook his head and chuckled.

Jian Xiu doesn't carry a sword, which is as funny as the butcher forgetting the knife and the embroidery girl losing the needle and thread.

There are no guys who eat, what do you do to fight with me.

Too lazy to talk nonsense, he casually threw the flames out, only to see a fist-sized fireball rising against the storm, turning into a hideous face and rushing towards the Taoist viciously.

Seeing Lin Ze holding Bai Mang again, there was a touch of sarcasm in Zhao Jing's eyes.

Is this the only skill to do it again?

The next moment, sarcasm turned into doubt.

Because the Taoist silently put Bai Mang into his sleeve, and then reached out and touched the small bag on his waist, a round sword pill appeared in his palm.

Crush it without hesitation.

The sword qi equivalent to the full force of the monk in the early stage of foundation building suddenly swept through the night, and suddenly slashed through the flame face, only to hear the roar, the dark blue flame turned into two halves from the center of the eyebrows, and continued to rush towards Lin Ze more and more fiercely.

"Idiot. ”

Dongyue Sect's own sword pill, how could Zhao Jing not know it.

This kind of thing worth a spirit stone does not have much effect on a high-level monk, not to mention the high price, the effect is not as good as his own shot.

You must know that the entire Huayang Peak only needs to hand in six spirit stones every month to exempt hundreds of disciples from the need for merit, and even so, those disciples don't have to honestly take turns to go to the South Hall to take over the task.

Let's not talk about the monks who can only do chores in the outer gate, ordinary disciples can only earn a spirit stone for half a year, and they will not waste it on this kind of thing, even if Zhao Jing gives up his cultivation every month and spends all his time to kill demons and evils, he will not get more than five spirit stones.

What's more, it is impossible for him to do this, in case the realm does not advance but retreats, wouldn't it be a big loss.

Moreover, most of the spirit stones have to be used to assist in cultivation, and the savings are very small.

Only when the cubs are occasionally rewarded by the division commander will they prepare a sword pill to save their lives.

"Use this kind of thing against me?" Zhao Jing sneered in his heart, to be honest, the power of this sword qi was not as good as the previous one, and it was a little whimsical to want to crack his own Burning Heart Flame.

He stood silently in place, ready to wait for the other party to die in pain under the flames, and then capture it and torture it.

This time should not be too long, at least not enough for Yang Mu to go too far.

Lin Ze watched the flame's face flutter towards him, and reached out again to pull out the cloth bag......

When he took out his palm, Zhao Jing's face suddenly became a little tense.

The five sword pills emitted a faint glow.

It is crushed at the same time.

Zhao Jing subconsciously clenched his palms and looked deeply at the green-robed Taoist.

He joined the sect at the age of seventeen, has been cultivating for more than 60 years, and has been sitting in this elder position for more than 30 years, and it is the first time he has seen someone fighting like this.

So far, the other party has not even used a single exercise, and he has already spent six spirit stones.

When Youlan's face was easily torn apart by the sudden appearance of the five sword qi, and the darkness in the forest returned, Zhao Jing's face finally became gloomy, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

The two palms spread out at the same time, the flames rose again, and the voice was extremely indifferent:

"When these foreign objects are always used up, I advise you to show your real skills. ”

"Hmm. ”

Lin Ze nodded, he was always a little annoyed when the other party made the first move.

"Competing for financial resources, do you think that the old man has been sitting in Huayang Peak for so many years, and his savings are not as good as yours?"

Seeing the Taoist nodding, Zhao Jing snorted coldly, but he was relieved in his heart.

Although he was not yet frightened by the six sword pills, the calmness on the other party's face when he crushed the sword pills made him feel a little palpitating, as if those things were not bought by Hua Lingshi.

Fortunately, it should be used almost.

In this case, it is natural that a monk in the early stage of foundation building should not be worried.

At this time, the heart came to an abrupt end.

“......”

Looking at the newly added more than ten sword pills in the hands of the Taoist, Zhao Jing's forehead was bruised, and he couldn't help but roar angrily: "This is your real ability?!"

Before the words fell, Lin Ze had already indifferently crushed them all.

The sharp edge was dazzling, and the sword roared and screamed, and even the forest trembled wildly.

What would it be like for the fourteen early foundation building sword cultivators to attack at the same time?

Zhao Jing finally understood,

Horrified in his heart, he hurriedly withdrew the flame in his hand and stretched out his hand to sacrifice a tortoiseshell magic weapon.

In the cultivation world, it is always said that quantity is not worth mentioning in front of the realm.

This sentence itself is true, but the problem is that his realm has not yet reached the point of crushing, and being besieged by more than a dozen sword cultivators, even Zhao Jing will feel quite tricky.

This tortoiseshell artifact was a self-defense thing that he bought for ten spirit stones.

At this moment, it was like a thin leaf under the storm, extremely reluctant to block those sword qi in the air, and there was already a faint tendency to shatter.

He gritted his teeth and slapped the storage bag angrily.

Isn't it more than anyone's spirit stone, will the old man still be afraid of you!

Who doesn't have a few life-saving things.

At this time, out of the corner of Zhao Jing's eyes, he suddenly saw that the person threw the cloth bag containing the sword pill to the ground at will, and it was already empty, and he was suddenly overjoyed in his heart: It's gone?!

Ok, good, good!

Today I want you to taste the power of someone Zhao!

It's a pity that this joy didn't last long, and he looked at the other party in a daze and silently took out another cloth bag.

Look at the bulging posture, there are at least thirty or forty pieces!

A fight is nearly a hundred spirit stones, this is something that people can do?

"Maniac!"

Zhao Jing scolded and stuffed the talisman in his hand back into the storage bag, even if he barely won, he would have to be greatly injured, and he would return to ten years ago.

Are you kidding.

This is Huayang Peak, and you can shout out a lot of fellow disciples and brothers casually, so why bother fighting with each other here.

Monks who do not know how to care about gains and losses cannot sit in the position of deacon.

What's more, so far, he doesn't even know the identity and purpose of the Taoist, this is completely a battle that only loses money and does not make money.

Taking advantage of the fact that the tortoise shell was not completely shattered, Zhao Jing pinched a trick, and without hesitation, he fled in the direction where a junior disciple lived, and at the same time roared angrily:

"As for the disciples who patrol the mountains, where did they die for the old man!"

Seeing this, the corners of Lin Ze's mouth raised slightly, and he looked at the back of the other party fleeing in embarrassment with a slight smile, and at the same time put down the cloth bag full of Tsukidan in his hand.

The time was still too short, only two days, and those fourteen sword pills were already his last inventory.

On the contrary, Zhao Jing was able to withstand so many sword qi sieges, and his strength was not strong.

If the other party insisted for a while, Lin Ze could only choose to retreat first.

"The results are always good, though. ”

He turned his head to look towards the top of the mountain, and a cold breath was fleeting.

Maybe others won't pay attention, but Lin Ze has been waiting for this aura to appear, and twenty sword pills for a copy of the Tuna method that looks very advanced, naturally it will be a sure profit.

Before the disciples had time to close the mountain.

He walked towards the top of the mountain without hurry, stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down twice, then turned around and left Huayang Peak leisurely from the path next to him.