When Ye Wentian approached the vermilion gate, he saw a dry and thin old monk more than ten meters away, holding a tattered broom, sweeping the floor and waving at him.

There are monks in this world? And sweeping monks?

Ye Wentian was thinking wildly, and the old monk suddenly raised his legs, and instantly crossed a distance of more than ten meters and appeared in front of Ye Wentian's eyes.

Ye Wentian was taken aback and immediately took a step back.

The old monk's face showed an expectant and even fanatical expression, and his thin palm grabbed Ye Wentian's left hand like an iron tong: "Quick, let me see your martial spirit again!"

Stimulating martial spirits consumes spiritual power, and the biggest problem in Ip Mantian's body is that the spiritual power cultivated will be inexplicably sucked away by the black hole.

Shrugged: "My spiritual power is exhausted!"

A stream of pure and mighty spiritual power came out of the old monk's palm and was injected into Ye Wentian's body.

Stimulated by this spiritual power, Ye Wentian's left hand immediately began to change color, and the golden light overflowed, and the entire left hand completely turned into pure gold in an instant.

"Golden hand! It's really a golden hand! I finally see the real golden hand! God help me! God help me too!" The old monk's face was full of fanaticism, let out a crazy laugh, his eyes were bloodshot, and Ye Wentian, who was grasping with iron pincers, was in great pain.

Children or teachers passing by in twos and threes gave strange glances.

"You let go of me! I'm going to explode!" Ye Wentian's face turned red, the old monk continued to inject too much spiritual power, Ye Wentian felt like a balloon about to burst.

At this moment, a breath of crazy killing emanated from Ye Wentian's body, and the huge amount of spiritual power in his body actually found an outlet, and it was swallowed up in the blink of an eye, and then, this breath began to flow upstreams in the direction of spiritual power, killing the old monk.

The old monk bounced away like an electric shock, staring at Ye Wentian with the eyes of a monster.

This breath lost its prey and reluctantly shrank back.

"Follow me!" The old monk looked around vigilantly, and suddenly grabbed Ye Wentian.

Looking at the people here from a distance, I saw that the figures of the two fluctuated for a while, and they actually disappeared, and I couldn't help but rub my eyes fiercely, thinking that my eyes were spent.

Ye Wentian only felt extremely uncomfortable, the surrounding scenery was distorted and changed, and the huge wind pressure almost crushed people.

I didn't expect this dry old monk to be so strong! Sure enough, the sweeping monk is a hidden boss everywhere!

In a temple building with a typical oriental flavor, the old monk finally stopped.

Ye Wentian was lying on the ground, covered in sweat and wheezing violently.

"Old monk, you are kidnapping minors!"

"Boy, you have two guardian martial spirits, who else knows about this matter besides you?" the old monk's face was unprecedentedly stern.

This time it was Ye Wentian's turn to be stunned: "I? I have two guardian martial spirits? How is this possible? I have obviously awakened one!" After speaking, he raised his left hand and signaled that this was his guardian martial spirit.

The old monk stared at Ye Wentian for a long time, and then he said: "No one knows the best, don't tell anyone before you grow up!"

"Hey, old monk, you made it clear, is it half interesting?"

The old monk pointed to Ye Wentian's left hand: "Do you know what kind of martial spirit the golden hand is?"

"Well, you know one thing, the golden hand does not belong to the six major types of martial arts, and it is very rare, and it is the richest martial spirit in the world. Ye Wentian summarized it simply.

Who knew that the old monk actually sneered three times, revealing a look of resentment: "The person who sues you about these, he knows a fart!

The old monk casually beckoned a chair and sat down: "Do you know any other names for the golden hand?"

"Golden hand?"

"Fart!Why don't you get into the eyes of money!" The old monk blew his beard and glared, "The golden hand, the real scientific name is 'elemental hand' or 'control hand', if you can add the most suitable spirit ring, you can control a qiē! ”

Although Ye Wentian was shocked, he still had quite an objection in his heart, what is wrong with the ability to point gold? Although money is not omnipotent, it is absolutely impossible without it.

"Then what is the second martial spirit you are talking about?" This is the question that Ye Wentian is eager to know, and he vaguely feels that this is related to the disappearance of his spiritual power.

The old monk showed a cautious expression: "Do you know that in history, there were a total of several twin guardians of martial spirits?"

"How many?"

"Five! One of the martial arts clashes, and when he woke up, he blew himself up and died. The other four are all ruthless characters who stand at the pinnacle of the world and stir up the world, and two of them are the supreme of the evil way, creating boundless killing, alas......"

The old monk sighed: "You must know that the amount of innate spiritual power is directly proportional to the quality of the martial spirit, the immortal martial spirit and the demon martial spirit are unique and cannot be inherited, so these two kinds of martial spirit are congenitally at least level 9 spiritual power; ”

Ye Wentian was stunned, no wonder Teresa was so strong, she was born at level 20!

"What about me?"

"The quality of the elemental hand is by no means lower than that of the immortal demon martial spirit, it stands to reason that the innate spiritual power will not be lower than level 8, but you are actually congenital level 0, there is only one explanation for this, there is another extremely terrifying guardian martial spirit in your body, which is devouring your spiritual power to nourish yourself, this guardian martial spirit is too domineering, and it will absorb all your innate spiritual power. It is foreseeable that your cultivation speed in the future will be very slow until this guardian spirit breaks out of the cocoon. The old monk finally finished explaining.

Unexpectedly, Ye Wentian actually laughed: "It's a good thing to have one more guardian martial spirit! I'm still worried that the attack power of the golden hand is insufficient! Isn't it just a little slower in cultivation? Don't be afraid, I have my own way to solve it." ”

Ye Wentian looked at his left hand, a little bit of this innate ability, are you still afraid of the lack of spiritual power? A piece of spirit stone is divided into ten parts of spiritual liquid, two parts are sold, and eight points are drunk by yourself, and sooner or later it is filled with the domineering 'glutton' in the body.

A huge plan to make money began to brew in Ip Mantian's heart.