Chapter 100: The Monk's Word
It's under the city wall again, but it's not the original city gate, now it's the west city in front of it, and the second daughter walked out easily, led by a beginner monk in the spiritual realm, and the city gate guard was also directly released.
Soon after the two left, several monks hurried out.
The leader of them was the sharp-mouthed monk.
"Don't worry, this time it's just to deal with a girl at the beginning of the spirit realm, the main thing is to wipe the traces clean, and be careful of the girl's magic weapon and other things, most of them will have some surprising effect of the talisman treasure. ”
"After all, those who can step into the cultivation world at such an age are all children of the big clan, and now there are good things waiting for me to catch them. The sharp-beaked monk laughed.
"The six or four points that I said before are now counted, and my brothers only got forty percent, which is enough to give in."
One of the male monks said this to the sharp-beaked monk, and when he said this, the other monks also nodded, they were all at the beginning of the spiritual realm, and only with all the combined forces could they have the strength to fight against the sharp-mouthed monk.
"This is natural, when did I Wu An regret it, and when the time comes, I will not give you a penny."
As he spoke, a bright smile appeared on the face of the sharp-mouthed monk, as if to give them a hint of reassurance, but in the depths of their imperceptible eyes, an imperceptible coldness flashed slightly.
"What if this kind of thing can survive? Most of these little people will suffer. ”
"This group of little people will also listen to that kind of person's words, and they deserve it ridiculously"
Not far away, Ming Bufan lazily leaned on the back of a piece of bluestone, muttering to himself with mockery in his mouth.
The every move of these monks was all under Ming Bufan's observation, and the two of them came out alone, which was arranged by Ming Bufan, and he wanted to see what kind of means these monks could have, and he would also learn from them in the future, and some of them would be used to kill people and sell goods.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, his black hair flew, and the image of a great demon in the world instantly emerged.
The original resolute eyes are still there, but they are a little less gentle, a little more indifferent and murderous.
About three miles away from the gate of the Lanwai City, these monks could no longer hold their breath.
The man who had gone to talk to the sharp-mouthed monk first said, "It's better to do it now, it's too late for things to change, and it's not good to wait for what happens next." ”
"Now that I have worked so hard, I can't do it in vain. ”
Although these words were somewhat reasonable, causing the other low-level monks to nod their heads in succession, the next moment the sharp-mouthed monk scolded angrily.
"Are you a fool? This is three miles away, in case its elders are in the Nalan Kingdom, have you thought about the consequences of doing this!!"
"Besides, if that happens, we can only say that God can't wait for us, it's fate. ”
The sharp-beaked monk instantly lowered the head of several people when he spoke.
"How far does that last......
The monk whispered to himself, and was a little faceless by the sharp-mouthed monk's shouting, but this is the case, how can he be inferior in cultivation, and only by relying on unity can he have the right to dialogue.
was scolded like this, and he had to swallow his anger.
This kind of appearance was also seen in the eyes of Ming Bufan, who was following leisurely from the side.
There was a hint of sarcasm at the corners of his mouth, but at the same time there was a sadness that the powerlessness of the weak was like this.
I think that when Ming Bufan was a mortal at the beginning, that feeling of powerlessness was too tormenting.
However, these monks are different, obviously there is a way to become stronger, but because they are greedy for life and fear of death, they do not go out of the wilderness to hunt for cultivation resources, or they do not want to make progress, so their cultivation is not as good as others.
And Ming Bufan's current strength is all between life and death, and every trace is stained with a lot of blood.
Therefore, it was the powerlessness of these low-level monks that made Ming Bufan very mocking.
If he had a spiritual root, how could he be like this, the monk could be a few feet away from the enemy, but he had to risk his death to rush forward and resist the spells of others, so that he could kill the enemy with difficulty.
A monk's practice increases his lifespan, but his extraordinary practice is to reduce his lifespan.
Compared with the combat power, the monk is still stronger, after all, the monk has all kinds of spells to cast, and he only has strong strength, so compared to the two, it is no wonder that Ming Bufan mocked him so weakly.
After all, weakness is the original sin.
Ming Bufan looked at the various faces of those monks, and couldn't help but recall the past of his previous life.
"The same is true of those people, who want to get the benefits, but do not want to take those risks, so they have to hold together and squeeze the value of those who are weaker......
Ming Bufan sighed in his mouth, and suddenly felt a little bored.
"Let's see, it's interesting to have some surprises. ”
The final outcome of these monks was already expected, and even what they thought now was that they had already guessed eight or nine, and they originally wanted to study how the monks behaved, but now it seems that they are no different from mortals.