Hearing this, Jiang Mo groaned, Penglai Island seemed to be a place where the strong gathered, when Tianxuanzi told Jiang Mo that there was a stone wall on Penglai Island, it seemed that the second residual map could be obtained from the stone wall.

Therefore, no matter what, Jiang Mo also has to go to Penglai Island for a visit.

Even if he met a powerhouse of the Flying Sword Sect there, Jiang Mo would not flinch, if Zhong Qing really thought that he was a soft persimmon, then he was probably very wrong.

At the moment, the most important thing is to get more luck, and only in this way can we get closer to Penglai Island.

After determining the goal, Jiang Mo meditated in the corridor for a few more days, except that the power of divine thoughts increased a little, his luck increased to two zhang, and the color became much darker.

Gradually, when Jiang Mo found that even if he continued to practice, he could no longer obtain luck, he decisively chose to leave, and there was more than one way to obtain luck, there was no need to hang himself on a tree.

Outside the stone statue passage, many people left, Condensation Frost and Yu Liansheng also left one after another, but there were still people who came, and the monks of Blackstream City all wanted to come here to try their luck, in case of luck.

When Jiang Mo slowly walked out of the stone statue passage, he met a group of surprised eyes, and at this time, Jiang Mo's luck had not yet converged, and someone recognized it, and there were inevitably exclamations.

This is naturally indispensable to discuss, and the content is similar, nothing more than how bad luck is, or how strong the strength is.

Ignoring the monks who were talking about the onlookers, Jiang Mo left the Xiaoyun Hall alone.

At this moment, in Blackstream City, there is an endless stream of monks coming and going.

"The luck that comes from the perception is too slow, why don't you try to plunder?" Jiang Mo had such a thought in his mind, however, Jiang Mo is not unreasonable, just plundering the luck of others, after all, he still has a bottom line.

So, Jiang Mo came up with a way, walking on the crowded streets, he quietly released the aura of a six-star martial artist, which was not very strong in the Baiyi Realm, and even extremely backward realm.

Jiang Mo was in the seven-star Martial Venerable realm at this time, but he deliberately controlled his aura in the six-star Martial Venerable realm, the purpose was to attract some bad guys.

At the same time, there is also a faint luck shrouding the body, and if there is a guy who wants to beat his idea, he will inevitably be raided.

The effect of his idea was obvious, and after walking around the crowded Black Stream City, five or six people noticed Jiang Mo and quietly followed.

The purpose of several people was obvious, but no one said it.

There is also order in Blackstream City, although it is not powerful, but at least in the city, no one dares to take the initiative to provoke trouble.

The monks who followed Jiang Mo were all waiting for the opportunity, and when the number of pedestrians was decreasing, they would inevitably be tempted to take action and plunder Jiang Mo's luck.

In their opinion, even the six-star martial artist dared to come out and hang out, and he was possessed by luck, which was simply a crime.

Jiang Mo turned around again, and when the number of people following behind him reached ten, Jiang Mo went out of the city, and there were more people, he wasn't sure that he could handle it.

Seeing that Jiang Mo was planning to leave the city, the faces of the monks behind him showed joy, it was really smooth.

After leaving the city, Jiang Mo flew in the air, neither fast nor slow, and those monks behind him would definitely be able to keep up.

When leaving the Black Stream City a hundred miles away, the monks behind him gradually showed their fox tails, and some people sped up and came towards Jiang Mo, Jiang Mo seemed to be unaware, and walked in the air by himself.

"Boy, stop. A rough roar was heard, finally breaking the long-dormant atmosphere.

The monks showed a fierce light on their faces, this place was already outside the jurisdiction of Blackstream City, even if they killed people here, they would not care.

"Are you calling me?" Jiang Mo turned around and asked in surprise.

"Hehe, who else can you call you, you boy, it's hard for us to follow!" said the monk with a smile, his face piled up with flesh and a little fierce.

While speaking, everyone quietly surrounded Jiang Mo to prevent him from escaping, and an old man in black walked out, put his backhand behind his back, and said, "Boy, the old man sees that you have an extraordinary bearing, why don't you make a deal?"

Jiang Mo glanced around and found that the strongest of them was only the Nine-Star Martial Venerable, so he was very confident in his heart and said, "What deal?"

"Give me your luck and spare your life. Isn't that a good deal?" said one of the friars, smiling.

The monks also laughed, in their eyes, Jiang Mo was a lamb to the slaughter, how could there be any room for resistance.

Jiang Mo also smiled, he clenched his fists, and his luck suddenly came out, as high as two zhang, which made the eyes of the nearly ten monks around him glow.

Previously, when he was in Blackstream City, he didn't dare to release too much luck, for fear of attracting real powerhouses, but now these monks are within Jiang Mo's control.

"Good boy, you have such great luck!" the old man's voice trembled.

"I underestimated you, and now, I can't let you go. Another monk spoke.

Jiang Mo glanced at everyone, looked at the old man, and asked, "I only have a lot of luck here, since you want it, it doesn't hurt to give it to you." ”

Immediately, he turned his gaze to the rest of the people around him and said, "But, what about these good men?

As soon as Jiang Mo said this, there were really a few monks with fierce eyes in their eyes, and the monks who dared to come to the Baiyi Realm, all of them had a skill, who would be willing to watch others eat meat and drink soup by themselves?

"You guys have to listen to this kid's nonsense to sow discord, and these two are lucky. The old man hurriedly spoke, after speaking, the old man urged his own luck, only three feet, he said: "The old man's luck is too little compared with you, so the luck on this kid's body, the old man only needs two percent, and the rest is distributed by you." ”

The rest of the monks also released their luck one after another, only five feet at most, Jiang Mo looked at those monks with luck, the corners of his mouth hooked, the identity of the hunter and the prey, it seems that they haven't figured it out yet!

"Have you assigned it?" Jiang Mo's smile retracted, his voice was a little cold, and the old man raised his eyebrows, feeling that something was not right.

"The old man comes first. As soon as the words fell, the old man's figure flashed, like a goshawk pounced on food, and his ten fingers buckled towards Jiang Mo's head.

Not to be outdone, the rest of the monks jumped up one after another and swept towards Jiang Mo's side, for fear that Jiang Mo's luck would be divided.

For these ill-intentioned guys, Jiang Mo moved his hand, without any guilt in his heart, he clenched his fists and smashed on the old man's ten fingers, and suddenly a surging force like a flash flood struck, and the old man's ten fingers broke apart together, and flesh and blood flew sideways.

(End of chapter)