Hearing Zhuo Chuan's words, the young monk scolded, isn't this nonsense, everyone can see that the young man with the coffin in front of him is weird.

The gray-robed young man was still moving forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and after feeling the gaze of Zhuo Chuan and the two at this time, he turned his head to look at them, and said with a slight smile: "Aren't the two of you fighting?"

He stopped, and since he had been spotted by these two people, the boy was in no hurry to leave.

Boom!

The ground trembled, and the gray-robed young man put down the sarcophagus on his back, and the heavy weight seemed to make the mountains tremble.

Zhuo Chuan and the young monk frowned, initially it seems that this sarcophagus is nearly 100,000 catties, not to mention what kind of special stone is made of this, judging from the physique of ordinary god blood monks, no one can carry such a heavy sarcophagus to walk.

Unless it's a descendant of an primeval beast!

"Terran?" the young monk asked uncertainly, he couldn't feel any special aura on this gray-robed young man, he was obviously the same as an ordinary person, but judging from his behavior, it was simply impossible.

The gray-robed monk nodded, leaning back on the sarcophagus: "I am a Terran monk. ”

"Who are you?"

"There's no one, it's just an ordinary casual cultivator, passing by here, disturbing the two of you, I'm really sorry. The gray-robed monk replied, very calmly facing the two Heavenly Foot Realm people.

"You can call me Su Ze!" he thought to himself, he woke up from a swampy land, so let's call Su Ze.

The young monk still did not relax, and the ghost believed that this person was a divine blood monk, and even in the Tianzu realm, not everyone could carry a sarcophagus of nearly 100,000 catties and easily hurry.

Zhuo Chuan didn't believe it either, not to mention Su Ze's true cultivation, in terms of his physical strength, this person was not weaker than the demon ape they were chasing before.

"By the way, I want to ask the way, how do I get out of this great wilderness?" Su Ze knocked on the sarcophagus beside him with his hand, exhaled a long breath, hugged the coffin with both arms, exerted strength with his legs, and carried the coffin on his back again.

"Whew...... It's heavy. ”

Su Ze's feet sank into the dirt, but his body stood steadily under the 100,000-jin sarcophagus without the slightest trembling.

"Can you tell me how to go, thank you!" he looked politely at Zhuo Chuan and the young monks, with a smile on his face.

"Go that way!" Zhuo Chuan raised his hand and pointed in the direction leading beyond the ancient ruins, and then said to the other day, "Keep walking, at most three hundred miles, and you can get out." ”

Su Ze raised his head and looked, then turned his head and nodded at Zhuo Chuan, and said with a smile: "Thank you, goodbye!"

Then, in the eyes of the two, Su Zeshen slowly left with the sarcophagus on his back and no accident happened.

After a long time, it was almost impossible to see the figure of this gray-robed young man, and the young monk and Zhuo Chuan slowly came to their senses, and only then did they realize that the two were still fighting!

Swish!

The young monk stepped back and confronted Zhuo Chuan at a distance.

"It's weird, it actually affects the mind......" He frowned, glancing at Su Ze from the corner of his eye, his face solemn.

Zhuo Chuan also felt that something was wrong, and he didn't know if it was Su Ze or the sarcophagus.

But soon, after Zhuo Chuan looked at the young monk again, he smiled and pointed at the other party with the ancient sword: "Then, let's continue!"

It's not that the young monk doesn't want to escape, it's that he doesn't dare!

He had seen the power of that magic soldier, and with his speed, he couldn't escape the attack range of the ancient sword in a short period of time.

So he chose to stay and see what the young monk wanted.

"Let's have a good talk. Zhuo Chuan smiled, the feeling of the magic soldier in his hand was really good, and the young monk who was higher than him didn't dare to act rashly in front of the ancient sword.

Otherwise, if you go down with a sword, you will definitely die!

"What do you want?" the young monk felt a headache, obviously he wanted to rob the young monk in front of him, but he didn't expect this to happen in the end, it was really unpredictable.

"What do I want?" Zhuo Chuan raised his eyebrows, his fingers flicking on the ancient sword.

"Robbery, hand over all the good things you have. ”

When the young monk heard this, he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart and was very angry, but he was helpless after seeing the ancient sword of the magic soldier in Zhuo Chuan's hand.

"I don't have any good things on me, and I use them for the first time when I am doing loose cultivation. The young monk gritted his teeth and said, he was not lying, as a casual cultivator who worked alone, he would use everything he got as soon as possible.

No matter what treasure, he will not keep it, he can use it whenever he can, and he may die when he will die.

Zhuo Chuan was silent, as we all know, the poorest in the cultivation world is casual cultivation, especially the casual cultivation with a low realm, and there are generally no good things on the body.

"I still have a few elixirs here, do you want them?" said the young monk as he took out three elixirs and placed them in front of him.

These elixirs are also precious, but they are not good things, and they can usually be found after a few days of searching in the ancient ruins.

"Nothing else?"

"It's gone!" said the young monk spread his hands.

Zhuo Chuan was helpless, he wanted to search his body, but reason told him that it was better not to do it.

Because, his reliance is only a magic soldier, if he gets too close to the other party, God knows what means the young monk will have to take away the ancient sword.

You can't take that risk!

After thinking for a while, Zhuo Chuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he thought of the spell that the other party had cast before: "I want your Blue Eagle Treasure Technique!"

The two fought before, and the majestic blue-scaled ancient eagle phantom still made him feel uneasy, if it weren't for the magic ancient sword in his hand, Zhuo Chuan would never be his opponent.

"Impossible!" the young monk decisively refused, the Blue Eagle Treasure Technique was his strongest technique, and it was the foundation of his strength!

Boom!

Zhuo Chuan didn't speak, just silently flicked the ancient sword and looked at him with a smile on his face.

"You ......"

The young monk was angry, he was not afraid of Zhuo Chuan, he was just afraid of that magic soldier!

If he didn't have the ancient sword, he believed that he could kill this person a hundred times!

"To give, or not to give?" Zhuo Chuan opened his mouth and blew on the ancient sword, pointing the tip of the sword at the young monk.

In fact, the magic soldier will not be stained with dust, the vicissitudes of the ancient sword are out of the dust, Zhuo Chuan preliminarily judged that this is a magic soldier that surpasses the monk of the life cave, and the power is powerful.

Therefore, even if Zhuo Chuan could only exert part of the power of the ancient sword, he could easily cut through the young monk's technique, like cutting tofu.

"Give!"

The young monk gritted his teeth, compared to his own life, the Blue Eagle Treasure Technique was not so precious.

"Are you a disciple of the Flying Feather Sect or a member of the County Lord's Mansion?" he took out an ancient book from his arms, put it in front of his eyes, and after looking at it, he threw it to Yi Zhuochuan with a heartache.

He didn't do anything about the treasure arts, in the eyes of the young monk, this young monk was an important junior figure of the three forces, otherwise he would not have carried a magic weapon with him.

In this case, there must be a great cultivator with a high cultivation behind the young man, so he didn't dare to use his hands and feet in the treasure arts.

"Flying Feather Sect, Shuochuan!" Zhuo Chuan thought of a name casually, since the other party thinks that he is a member of the three forces, then I am!

"Thank you, Daoyou!" he picked up the ancient book thrown in, and a smile bloomed on his face.

"Fate...... See you again!" The young monk gritted his teeth and turned to leave.

He never wanted to see this shameless monk again!

"Wait a minute!" Zhuo Chuan's voice came from behind him, making him frown, not knowing what else this person wanted to do.

"Leave those three elixirs behind. ”

"You ......"

The young monk held back his anger and grabbed the three elixirs and threw them at Zhuo Chuan, who was smiling.

Then, without looking back, he left again.

"Wait!" And at this moment, Zhuo Chuan's voice came from behind him, stopping him.

The young monk turned around and said gloomily: "Fellow Daoist, be a man and leave a line, and we will see each other in the future!" ”

Zhuo Chuan grabbed the three elixirs, smiled awkwardly, and said, "We don't know each other, I just want to ask the name of the Taoist friend, and I have no other ideas." ”

"Peng Wei!"

The young monk dropped this sentence and left, this time no matter how much Zhuo Chuan shouted, he would not stop.

Looking at the other party's eagerly flying figure, Zhuo Chuan pinched his nose, shrugged his shoulders, and left the place.

The previous battle was not small, and if there were no accidents, there would soon be a lot of monks gathered here, and in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he didn't want to stay for a long time.

The Blue Eagle Treasure Technique has an ancient inheritance and is a very strong technique!

This is Zhuo Chuan's first impression of this technique, the majestic blue-scaled ancient eagle phantom, powerful in all directions, and the air pressure is in all directions, if it weren't for the ancient sword in his hand, he would never be the opponent of the young monk.

The Blue Eagle Treasure Technique has changed a lot, and what Peng Wei used at the beginning was just a very simple move, if he was willing, even if Zhuo Chuan had an ancient sword, it would be difficult to deal with, and he needed to fight with all his might.

Of course, the odds of winning are much greater than Zhuo Chuan, and there can be ninety percent!

After all, in the battle of the Tianzu Monk, he has such a magic weapon to represent an invincible position, and the so-called exertion of all efforts is nothing more than the consumption of urging the magic soldier to be too great.

From this, it can be seen that this is a person who is afraid of death. Zhuo Chuan smiled knowingly, and couldn't help but look at the jade bottle in his arms, in a good mood.

After reaching the life point in the realm of the monk, you can refine your own natal weapon, which is the magic weapon, and the different levels of the monk realm are also different.

Among them, the most common is the "Life Cave" magic soldier, and above it are the "Six Lands" magic soldier, as well as the "Five Palaces" magic soldier.

If you go up further, it is the weapon of the monk of the "Dao Arm" realm, the natal weapon of this level monk has already undergone a metamorphosis, integrated into the monk's own "Dao", and is called: Dao Soldier!

Of course, due to the difference in refining materials and monks, even the power of weapons of the same grade is very different.

According to Zhuo Chuan's judgment, the vicissitudes of life ancient sword in his hand should be a six-land magic soldier, and the refining materials are precious, even among the six land magic soldiers, it is also a treasure.

"But I can't be careless, with my cultivation as the realm, if it is against the monk of the Upper Destiny Cave, eighty percent of them may be killed and robbed. Zhuo Chuan muttered to himself, no matter how strong a magic soldier is, it is just a foreign object, and his own strength is fundamental.

"In the future, unless you are worried about your life, it is best not to use the ancient sword. ”