"This fellow Daoist, what do you mean by stopping in front of us?"

At the end of a long and winding mountain road, Meng Si stood proudly with his hands in his hands, his expression pretending to be forced, and he was standing in front of the young monk three squares away. Behind him, a stone chamber shimmering with jewels was emitting a bewitching aura.

This kind of stone chamber, in this independent space, represents the treasure and represents the legacy left by the ancient monks. However, the mountain road is long and narrow, and both sides are planted with poisonous thorns that seal their throats with blood. The toxin on this thorn, even if a Condensing Realm monk accidentally got it, it would be very tricky to get rid of it.

As a result, Meng Siao had a posture of being a little bit of a man and a man.

These three young monks from the Great Sun Sword Sect were also ordered by their master to explore this cave left by the ancient monks. The three of them overcame all the way, not being killed by the traps of those cheating fathers, and finally came here, seeing that the stone room with the treasure was close in front of them, but they were suddenly blocked by a young man dressed in secular clothes, and their hearts were suddenly anxious and angry.

If it weren't for the traps they had experienced one after another, which made these three people put away their contempt, where would they talk nonsense with Meng Siao at this time, they would have drawn their swords and rushed up.

Meng Wushao squinted, his nostrils were facing the sky, and he had an extremely disdainful expression on his face, and in the face of the questioning of the three people, he just snorted coldly, and turned a deaf ear and ignored it at all.

"Fellow Daoist, we are the inner disciples of the Great Sun Sword Sect, and this time I came here on the order of the master, have you thought about it, do you really want to be the enemy of my Great Sun Sword Sect!" Among the three, the young monk's eyes flickered, showing a hint of hesitation.

The young man in front of him was so high that even he didn't dare to act rashly for a while, so he could only use words to test step by step.

It's a pity that he had a good idea, but Meng Wushao's answer was only a sneer.

The three of them immediately looked at each other.

Seeing that the treasure was close at hand, it was really unwilling to give up, but if they wanted to rush forward, the other party's posture made them feel weak for a while.

It's strange that although the Great Sun Sword Sect is also the mainstay of the Immortal Dao, even in those midstream sects, it is only a crane tail storage zài. This kind of position of not going up or down, so that when the disciples of the Great Sun Sword Sect went out to act, they were more or less affected by it, and they lacked confidence.

If this were to change to any of the six giants of the Immortal Dao, seeing that Meng Siao dared to block the way, he would pull out his blade and cut it directly without saying a word, where would there be so much nonsense.

However, just when they hesitated, they didn't notice that behind them, I don't know when, a huge mallet had appeared.

As if out of thin air, the mallet was raised high by an invisible hand, and then smashed down on the back of the heads of the three men!

At this moment, a huge fluctuation of spiritual power suddenly woke up the three people who were hesitating.

"Not good!" an exclamation came from the mouth of the one who was the leader of the three, however, the next moment, the big mallet that carried spiritual power and smashed down on his head with the overwhelming force of Mount Tai had already smashed his head.

The "despic......able" man figured out a lot in an instant, but at this moment, he couldn't do anything, and he didn't even have time to say the word "despicable" in his mouth, so his eyes went black and he collapsed softly.

At the same time, his two junior disciples also received a big stick mallet, and without any suspense, they rolled their eyes directly and were put to the ground by the stick.

"Whaha! It's so cool!" Just after the three disciples of the Great Sun Sword Sect lost consciousness, there was a ripple in the air, and Zhao Ben's fat figure was gradually revealed.

He put away the big stick mallet made of thousand-year-old sunken wood in his hand, raised his foot and kicked the three people on the ground at will, and smiled at Meng Siao with a "done" gesture.

"It's really, it's so untechnical......" Meng Wushao muttered quietly as he walked over to this side.

This is already the fourth batch of monks he and Zhao Ben have cooperated to overturn, from beginning to end, his job is just to pretend to attract the attention of the other party, and then divide the spoils afterwards, so simple that he can't arouse any interest.

"Two emperor ranks, one quasi-emperor rank, six general ranks, ten human ranks, tsk, these so-called midstream sects, it seems that this is the case, and the disciples are all poor. Meng Siao quickly divided the spoils, and then lost one emperor rank and one rank to Zhao Fatzi, which was his dividend this time.

In fact, compared to the inheritance of the real people found in this independent space, these things looted from the monks outside the Fang really couldn't arouse Meng Wushao's interest.

Except that the Emperor Rank may make him feel a little satisfied, even the quasi-Emperor Rank, in his eyes, is the same thing. Although the old man is incorruptible, he has been fighting for a lifetime in the south and the north, and has expanded his territory for more than 100,000 miles, not to mention the spoils, just the treasure rewarded by His Majesty the Holy Ming Emperor, I don't know how much.

Don't look at the Xingguo Gong Qian family as a nouveau riche, with a lot of spirit stones, as if they are rich enough to rival the country, but if they really compare the number of high-level treasures, the Qian family may not really be comparable to the Meng family. What's more, Meng Wushao also has a fiancée of a tyrant princess.

As the younger brother of the same mother of the current Emperor Shengming, the wealth of the virtuous king Liu Anzhi, even the Qian family compared with him, he has to sigh ashamedly, "I am poor". If it weren't for this, Liu Shishi would not be able to rank among the five masters of the younger generation of Beijing Division.

Since ancient times, the poor have been rich in martial arts, and practicing martial arts is the most money-burning, not to mention the cultivation that consumes more resources!

Why is it that Zhuge Fei, who has the worst qualifications in the Xuan Xuan Party, can also cultivate to the second level of the Qi Induction Realm, while some of the civilian disciples who are far more talented than him can't even do the step of Qi Induction into the body?

Resource!

The answer is only these two words - resources!

No matter how poor their talents are, they have used precious natural treasures to boil their bodies since they were young, and their starting point is already much higher than that of their peers.

It's like a 100-meter race, even if the opponent is Usain Bolt, but he has to start from the starting point, and the gentlemen stand at the beginning at 99 meters. As soon as the starting gun goes off, for Bolt, he has to go for a hundred meters, while for the gentlemen, it only takes two or even one step to finish the race.

Therefore, compared with those talented peers in the folk, even among the disciples of the various sects of the Immortal Dao, the secular X second-generation identity also accounts for a large proportion.

is like the fat man Zhao in front of him, what he is happy with is just the process of beating the stick, not the result of sharing the spoils with Meng Wushao. The proportion of the spoils of 19 open, the one who can get one percent can be cool, that's the hell.

However, Zhao Fatzi is very cool now, and he has overturned more than a dozen monks of the same realm one after another, and they are all killed in seconds every time, which makes him extremely happy physically and mentally, and he has begun to urge Meng Siao to hurry up and find the next batch of fat sheep.

As the son of the head of the Fahua Sect, Zhao Ben's vision may be much higher than Meng Siao. He came in here just to avoid Chu Liuli's pursuit, not really fell in love with the treasure here; of course, taking the initiative to hug his thigh to be Meng Wushao's junior brother, he actually took a fancy to his combat strength, thinking that if he was tracked by Chu Liuli, he would still have a backer by his side.

Therefore, Zhao Ben didn't take a closer look at the emperor and general ranks that Meng Wushao threw over, and stuffed all his brains into the Nabao bag on his waist.

After a while, a fresh breeze blew, and the slightest coldness made the senior brother of the Great Sun Sword Sect wake up slowly.

He rubbed his head, which was still faintly aching, and it took him a long time to wake up, looking at himself and the two junior disciples who only had a pair of shorts left, he couldn't help but let out a miserable roar: "Despicable villain!