"I don't know how thick the sky is!"

"Is this the first time this person has participated in the Battle of the Lost Ark, and thinks it's over?"

"With such a slow speed, Xiu Wei must have just stepped into the Nine Levels of Qi Gathering."

"Maybe it's not even the Ninth Gathering Qi yet!"

Everyone has their own opinions, but most of them look down on this very slow point of light.

"It's not like it's over, big brother, this is a damn thing."

"Do you want to enter the Qian Mansion? Will you venture into this battle for the treasure? Get the attention of the money? ”

There are some that think of the considerable wages in the Qian Mansion. Being a bodyguard in the Qian Mansion is something that some monks dream of. Not only can you squander money, but you can also have all the beauty, someone pays for eating and drinking in this Yang City, and someone can pay for visiting the kiln, when you think of these, some people can't help but drool.

"If you want people to notice you, friend, you did it!"

……

Although this discussion was very small, when it was put together, it seemed a little noisy, so that some monks who were looking at the Transformation of God and Transformation Illusory Mirror looked into the Gathering Qi Illusory Mirror one by one at this moment, as if they wanted to see this person's deity clearly from this point of light.

"It seems that it is not only those who cultivate to be strong will cause restlessness, but also those who cultivate to be weak will also cause an uproar."

Elder Nanming laughed and touched the white beard on his chin. Every time he fights for the treasure, when he sees these viewers showing anticipation and excitement one by one, his heart will also feel like he is resonated, and there is an inexplicable happiness. Now he was attracted by this uproar and discussion again, which made him vaguely feel that this slow point of light dared to participate in this battle for the treasure, and his courage was commendable.

A contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of Qian Jincai's mouth, and he said, "Maybe it's because Nanshan has been too peaceful these days, so that some monks don't know the height of the sky and the height of the earth, and they don't know the fear of death. ”

Nanming Fairy and Wang Lao were different from others, the moment Mo Yiming stepped into the illusory mirror, their eyes did not take their eyes off this point of light, knowing that this point of light that was too slow to do was Mo Yiming.

But for Mo Yiming's cultivation and speed, Nanming Fairy and Wang Lao have a general understanding, and know that this kind of speed is not Mo Yiming's real strength. Although Mo Yiming is usually very arrogant and childlike at times, the cautiousness and calmness of doing things cannot be ignored, so they don't have too much curiosity about why Mo Yiming slowed down so slowly at this time, and they didn't guess, but they just had an inexplicable belief in their hearts, believing that Mo Yiming must have his reason for doing this.

Mo Ming, if you don't Ming, it's just a blockbuster!

Time passed minute by minute, and another hour passed in the blink of an eye, and in this hour, Mo Yiming was still flying at his speed, looking around at the surrounding terrain, during which he could not see the light for any period of time. But for a while, he saw something fainter, and he wasn't sure if these points of light were the same people as before, because he didn't know if there were any monks behind him who had entered the Illusory Mirror.

"The terrain here seems to be the same, but there is no end, what's going on? I vaguely felt that there was a certain pattern to follow, but I couldn't find it. ”

During the flight, Mo Yiming frowned, as if he had sensed the breakthrough point of this law, but after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't catch it.

Ahead was a white mist that could not be seen in the distance, and before that, some Changhong flew into this white mist and disappeared. Mo Yiming vaguely felt that the breakthrough point here seemed to be related to this white fog. Why the rest of the fog is relatively thin, but here, it is as thick as the sea, which makes people wonder why.

Thinking quickly in his mind, Mo Yiming never found any breakthrough point.

"Damn, where is this beast core, why can't I find it!"

At this time, a Changhong galloped past him and complained, and its voice fell into Mo Yiming's ears, making Mo Yiming's expression change dramatically, and his face showed joy.

"Isn't this the same as my verbosity! He's come to me again! Over here...... It's a loop, a dead loop! ”

Mo Yiming's heart beat faster, and he didn't continue to gallop, but with a happy expression, he fell from the sky, landed on a certain mountain, and sat down.

"Presumably, the monks who flew by my side before are the ones I saw before. This beast core is indeed in this phantom, but if I am not mistaken, it is just not yet time for it to appear, and I will keep my energy here until it appears. ”

With a deep groan in his heart, Mo Yiming began to meditate cross-legged.

After an hour passed, some Changhongs whistled over his head, and this time when they were whistling, Mo Yiming deliberately felt the difference in the fluctuations brought out by these Changhongs when they galloped.

Another hour passed, and some Changhongs whistled by, this time Mo Yiming went to feel the difference between these Changhongs and those previous fluctuations.

This feeling immediately confirmed Mo Yiming's inner conjecture.

"Sure enough, these monks are still hovering over my head, this is indeed an endless loop!"

A smug smile appeared on the corner of Mo Yiming's mouth, and he didn't move as these monks continued to toss.

Finally, some Changhong galloped and noticed Mo Yiming sitting on the top of the mountain.

"This person didn't even look for the beast core, could it be that he was sure enough to snatch it?"

The monk who spoke did not linger on top of Mo Yiming's head, but glanced at it before galloping away.

After a while, another monk noticed Mo Yiming, and when he noticed Mo Yiming, he couldn't help but smile contemptuously, and said in his heart: "It's too underestimated to look down on the people who came in to grab the treasure, if you don't find the beast core as soon as possible, and after others find it, fly directly towards the exit, I'll see how you catch up." ”

After a while, an old man stopped on top of Mo Yiming's head, his face was full of wrinkles, but his eyes were very bright, although he stayed in the Nine Layers of Qi Gathering, but the power of time contained in his body also made him a strong and terrifying person in this Qi Gathering Treasure Hunt.

"Arrogance!"

In his opinion, the reason why Mo Yiming is here is completely waiting for others to find the beast core and fight for it.

This voice was deliberately amplified by him and fell into Mo Yiming's ears, causing Mo Yiming's figure to tremble, and he immediately sensed that this person's cultivation was strong. But he still didn't make any moves, and continued to sit cross-legged in place, until the old man snorted coldly and continued to leave, before he muttered: "This person is a little higher than others in terms of cultivation and speed. ”

Although the Qi Gathering Monk in this phantom felt that Mo Yiming was a proud person, outside the phantom, everyone's discussion became extremely interesting.

"This person actually stopped, haha, is he tired!"

"I must have felt that I couldn't catch up with others, so I simply stopped."

"It's good to have self-knowledge!"

"Sure enough, as I expected, this person is here to make up for it."

At the same time, Prince Nanming smiled lightly, but his smile contained extreme mockery, and said to several major generals next to him: "This monk is really funny, after entering, he didn't look for treasures, but stopped. ”

"The monkey invited me to tease." Hearing this, one of the major generals said.

Another major general lifted Erlang's legs and stroked the hair on his shoulders, with a proud look and contempt in his eyes, he looked very annoying. Facing the words of Prince Nanming, he said, "This can't be the ugly monster just now." ”

Hearing this, Prince Nanming made a look of disgust and said, "Don't mention that ugly monster, I want to vomit when I think of him now." ”

The other major general was not very interested in this stop of light, or he didn't seem to be very interested in everything here, and when the prince of Nanming was discussing with the other two major generals, he said: "It doesn't matter if it's the bottom, it's not the bottom...... Even if the one who wins the treasure in the end, he will still become our Nanming people, and when the time comes, he can send as he wants, and he wants to do so much, so it is better to think more, and after the treasure is over, we will go there to be chic. ”

"It's still chic, and the thought of being offended by that kid that day makes me angry!"

Prince Nanming's expression showed anger again.

Nanming Fairy and Wang Lao's expressions were still the same, their eyes were still on Mo Yiming, but their hearts were different from others, and they had an invisible expectation. They were looking forward to what amazing things this disguised kid would do when he was going to grab the treasure.

Qian Jincai was no longer even interested in guessing this standing light. His gaze moved away from the Qi Gathering Illusory Mirror and looked into the Transformation Illusory Mirror.

But if you pay attention to observation, it is not difficult to find that at this moment, after Elder Nanming touched the beard on his chin, the eyes that were originally as disdainful as those of the audience turned into appreciation at this time.

When he moved, he felt that this point of light was a monk whose cultivation was not as good as others, but now he didn't move, but he showed his appreciation.

He seemed to have guessed something, and after nodding inadvertently, he muttered inwardly, "This kid is a little interesting." ”

From the time Mo Yiming flew to the time he stopped, the discussion never stopped, so the scene was never quiet from beginning to end.

Until the night was approaching, a red glow appeared on the other side of the mountain, dyeing the mountain red, as if connected with it, and it was extremely beautiful.

Dahu's complexion was much better, although his back was wrapped with gauze, but it still couldn't stop the fanaticism in his heart, especially when he thought of the sound from Yichun Courtyard in broad daylight, which made his heart surging even more.

"I'm going to fight three hundred rounds!"

After laughing, Dahu took some gold coins and walked straight to Yichun Courtyard.

Wuheng didn't ask, but followed behind the big tiger, and after seeing the big tiger enter the Yichun Courtyard, he knew what the big tiger meant by 'three hundred rounds of war', and then ran back to the room shyly.

At the same time, in the place where the treasure was captured, these people seemed to be tired, not to mention that Mo Yiming was always sitting still, and those points of light were not touched, which also made this treasure hunt seem a little boring.

"It's a fight!"

Finally, at a certain moment, I don't know who shouted, and the passion of the audience was ignited again!