The old monkey listened to Qin Ming's suggestion and asked a few white-armed monkeys to go back for help.

And they all stayed, hiding in the distance and staring at the group of heads.

If these leaders make any changes to the spirit fruit in advance, they will rush over and snatch it.

I don't know when, these elites were instilled with a belief in the Monkey King.

That is, brewing lark fruit wine is the most important task of their monkey clan at present, or it is not an exaggeration.

You have to do everything you can to get it done.

A year ago, that is, when the spirit fruit was first collected, these elite monkeys were still a little unclear about the situation, but after the Monkey King emphasized it over and over again, they gradually had this belief.

Making lark fruit wine is the most important thing for the monkey clan, second only to the reproduction and growth of the clan.

For this reason, even if it is an enemy of this group of leaders.

The leader of the pan, breathing low and steady, motionless and motionless, seemed to be really asleep with his eyes closed.

Being coveted by so many spirits, being able to sleep so comfortably shows how confident it is in its own strength and that of its race.

During this time, there was no other spirit that could pose a threat to it.

Even the spirits of the same fourth rank will give up as enemies after weighing it because they take care of the head of the plate, and feel that it is not worth it to start a war just for a spirit fruit.

Even if it was the Monkey King, if it weren't for the fact that they were going to make lark fruit wine, they wouldn't have gone out of their way to compete with Panshou for this spirit fruit.

It is not for nothing that Pan Shou is now fearless.

After a few hours, the color of the spirit fruit's skin gradually turned red, and the last touch of cyan began to transform into a red color.

The aura attracted the surrounding natural elements, and it was actually bursting out of sporadic flames, floating around the spirit fruit, fleeting.

This vision also proves that this spiritual fruit is not extraordinary, and is in the final stage of full maturity.

The leader of the plate was also awakened at this moment, and got up to watch the changes in the spirit fruit beside him, with an eager look in his eyes.

Seeing this, the group of monkeys beside Qin Ming also became more and more impatient, as if they were about to rush up and play with those leaders at any time.

Fortunately, at this time, the Monkey King finally came.

He also brought another group of elite white-armed monkeys, which seemed to be determined to obtain the spirit fruit.

At this time, the leader of the pan also sensed the approach of the Monkey King, and couldn't help but let out an unfriendly low roar, which was like thunder, shaking all around.

Knock knock

The Monkey King set out on the expedition, still riding the third-order monitor lizard mount, and his face was as grim as usual.

Its arrival did not hide the slightest movement, just to let the head of the plate know that it was coming.

One by one, the pan leaders also stood up one after another, and let out a warning roar.

Ga!

The monkeys naturally do not show weakness, and they are the overlords of the village, and no one is afraid of anyone.

The Monkey King's aura is fully open, and he is on par with the head of the game.

The head of the pan squeezed away the herd and looked at the monkey king and the monitor lizard condescendingly.

The monitor lizard lowered its head a little stiffly, and in the face of the fourth-order spirit, it instinctively felt timid.

Nature is like this, otherwise it would not have been tamed by the Monkey King.

The Monkey King glanced at the monitor lizard beneath him, then jumped to the ground, drew the broadsword he was carrying, and slowly walked towards the pan leader like a swordsman about to fight.

The same is true of the head of the handicap, and the leaders of both sides are constantly approaching.

Qin Ming saw that the monkeys and the more than ten Panshou clans retreated in tacit understanding, making room for an open space.

Obviously, this is a consensus, and a gladiatorial battle will be fought between the leaders, and the winner will have the spirit fruit.

This is often the case when there is a conflict between ethnic groups.

This also means that the two sides are not mortal enemies, and under the first purpose of reproducing and strengthening the race, they will not start a race war hastily and multiply the damage.

The leader of the plate took the lead in attacking, bowing his head slightly, and the long sharp horns aimed at the Monkey King, charging like a heavy tank.

The ground shook violently as it ran.

The size of the Monkey King is a little insignificant in front of the leader of this plate, and of course, the powerful spirits of the fourth rank have already passed the period of comparing strength with body size.

The Monkey King jumped several meters high, dodging the charge before slashing down with a single blow.

If this knife is slashed, it will inevitably cause a lot of injuries to the leader of the pan.

Pan Shou raised his head sharply at this time, and the sharp horns that were half-curved like crescents collided with the Monkey King's knife.

The Monkey King was in mid-air, and his body was directly knocked out.

But it is very light to adjust its body shape in the air, and the smooth landing does not give the head of the plate more opportunities.

The upper body was slightly volt, and the Monkey King's body moved, and the speed suddenly burst out, and he took the initiative to attack the head of the plate at a very fast speed.

Roar!

The leader of the plate roared angrily, and also crashed towards the Monkey King, shattering the layers of ground with his four feet.

Clang!

The layer of white hair on the Monkey King's arm was shining brightly, and he didn't dodge or dodge, and slashed at the leader of the pan.

With its own strength, it was not inferior to the leader of the game this time, and it blocked the opponent's charge.

The white-armed monkeys on the side kept calling, helping their eldest brother.

The white hair on the Monkey King's whole body floated as if it had been subjected to static electricity, and his cold face did not fluctuate in the slightest, and his eyes were sharp.

Bang!

The ground was trampled deep by the front hooves of the head of the pan, and after forcing all his strength, he knocked back the Monkey King.

But the next moment, the Monkey King rushed up again, and a big knife waved with a hunting sound, and the cold glow shimmered.

Qin Ming was surprised to find that the Monkey King's attack with a knife was actually in it, and it was not waved indiscriminately.

Even the movement under his feet seemed to cooperate with him to make the knife, like a real swordsman, and the speed of the knife was extremely fast.

If it weren't for the skin of the plate, I am afraid that it would have been cut out by the monkey king a lot.

The intensity of the battle was far beyond Qin Ming's imagination.

He also had a new understanding of the strength of the fourth-order spirits.

After the battle heated up, the Monkey King finally got impatient with the layer of that he couldn't smash the head of the pan for a long time.

His teeth were bared, his face was slightly hideous, and his amber eyes were glowing white.

Even the monkey hair on the top of its head stood upside down, and its shooting speed increased again, even making Qin Ming a little dazzled.

The crisp sound of collision was densely connected, and I saw that there were sparks constantly jumping on the body of the leader of the plate.

At this moment, compared to the Monkey King, who shot like lightning, the leader of the game seemed a little clumsy, and some couldn't keep up with the speed of the Monkey King, and he was quite passive.

Fortunately, its armor-like skin is strong, so that it is still uninjured.

But with the Monkey King entering the next stage, a sense of crisis also arose in the heart of the leader of the pan.

It wasn't until there was a stinging sensation in the part that was cut by the Monkey King, and the leader of the pan became a little flustered.

On the side of its back, a crack had been cut in the thick cuticle, and blood was pouring out.

The cuticle on which it rests was announced today to be broken by the king of Monkey Mountain.

Ding Ding Ding

The Monkey King did not reduce the speed of his hand at all, and even sped up a few points after breaking the defense.

One after another, scars appeared on the body of the leader of the plate, who was also a fourth-order spirit leader, and at this time it had already shown a defeat.

There is a clear distinction between high and low.

A few minutes later, the Monkey King leaped high and retreated in front of the monkey group with several backflips, the big knife in his hand already covered in blood and scarlet.

And on the opposite side of the pan leader, there were dozens of scars, large and small, and he was bleeding nonstop.

The leader of the pan panted heavily, staring at the Monkey King with fierce eyes for a long time, and then slowly turned around and dragged his heavy body away.

The group of leaders immediately followed their leader and left, letting out the spirit fruit.

After this battle, it was clear that their leaders had lost.

There is no way to give up the spirit fruit.