"Is there any mistake, are you sure you want to rob me?"

Looking at this group of guys, Yun Moli couldn't help but sneer.

These guys really don't know how to write dead characters, and the robbery hit him, I'm afraid I don't know the name of his free son, it's really the end of his life.

"Boy, hand over your storage ring, or don't blame us for being polite."

The middle-aged man looked greedy, he could see it clearly in the market just now, this kid has a lot of good things in his hands, thinking of this, the man's eyes are more and more inevitable.

"Yo, I'm so scared."

Yun Moli leaned lazily on the trunk of the tree, casually looking at the people opposite, but the tone didn't tell where he was scared.

The blue-black sect costumes, if nothing else, these people should be from the Yin Puppet Sect, but it's a pity that their eyes are not good.

He touched his chin, not knowing how many spirit stones this group of guys had in their hands, whether it was worth his shot.

"Stinky boy, toast and don't eat and drink." The middle-aged man looked gloomy, and waved his big hand, "Let's go together." ”

Several people shot at the same time, and in the face of the attack of the five people, Yun Moli's expression remained unchanged, and he disappeared in place with a dodge.

"Senior Brother Yang!"

Fang Wanli screamed, his eyes were full of fear, and he couldn't hold the magic weapon in his hand.

I was shocked at the bottom of my heart, what a fast speed!

I saw Yun Mo standing condescendingly behind Yang Huan, he held the sword in both hands, and a cold glow flashed in his eyes.

The long sword in his hand suddenly swung, and a silver-white sword qi burst out from the tip of the sword in an instant.

Rumble!!

In the next second, Yang Huan's body was in a different place, and he died thoroughly.

Spikes.

This scene made the rest of the people's eyes widen in horror, and they retreated again and again, you must know that Senior Brother Yang is the strongest cultivator in their group, and he is also a mid-stage foundation building monk.

This man was killed directly in seconds, incredible, incredible.

Yun Moli chuckled, as if he didn't know what kind of impact he had just had on those people.

Yun Moli calmly wiped the spirit sword in his hand, and then carried out the action of touching the corpse.

When he saw that there were only a few thousand spirit stones in the storage bag, Yun Moli couldn't help frowning and cursed in a low voice.

Are all the disciples of the Yin Puppet Sect so poor? No wonder you want to think about robbing others.

In the next quarter of an hour, Yun Moli turned his gaze on the rest of the people, since he made a move, it was no wonder that he was the one.

Seeing this, Fang Wanli and several people subconsciously shuddered.

"No, don't kill me."

Fang Wanli hurriedly handed over the storage bag in his hand, "This is my storage bag, give it to you, give it to you." ”

He only hoped that the other party would spare his life, and he didn't want to die.

The rest of the people also threw the storage bags in their hands one after another, for fear that they would be cut in the next second, the scene just now was really terrifying.

Yun Mo hooked the corner of his mouth, and the disciples of the Yin Puppet Sect didn't seem to be very united.

However, the spirit stones that were sent to the door on their own initiative were also saved by themselves.

He unceremoniously took the storage bag thrown by the other party, and just when Fang Wanli and the others were about to breathe a sigh of relief, they heard him say again: "Make a demon oath, you can leave when you're done." ”

If you don't want to, then don't go, it's better to stay forever.

Seeing this, Fang Wanli's faces turned pale, and they thought of the difference in force between the two sides, even if they were unwilling, they finally gritted their teeth and swore a demon oath before leaving.

"Cowardice."

Yun Moli sneered, he dared to go out and rob with such a cultivator, this is to put his head on the belt of his pants, it is stupid.

After sorting out all the storage bags, Yun Moli's expression darkened and he pouted.

Good guy, the disciples of the Yin Puppet Sect are all poor ghosts, and the five storage bags add up to less than 10,000 low-grade spirit stones.

Forget it, less is less, it's better than nothing.

Yun Moli has been in Dangshan for several years, and has long left a mysterious legend in Dangshan, and the name of the free prince is not called in vain, but it is a pity that those unlucky eggs did not recognize it.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be so unlucky.

Seeing that the spirit grass in his hand was piling up, he was going to leave the city to find an alchemist to refine all of them into Chengdan, maybe he could make a fortune, after all, he had a lot of rare spirit grass in his hand.

I still disliked the Yin Puppet Sect before, but when I think about my sect, it seems that it is not as good as the Yin Puppet Sect, so I am very sad.

Not to mention resources, even the spirit stones used for cultivation have to be earned by themselves, and occasionally they have to be handed in, hey, it's too miserable.

It's not that big from the city, but it's a lot bigger than some towns.

Because of the distance from Dangshan, the city is very prosperous, and there are all kinds of shops.

Yun Moli has been practicing in Dangshan for several years, and he is even more familiar with leaving the city.

What's more, the name of the free boy is in the city, and he is even more well-known, and if he wants to get rid of the spirit grass in his hand, it is absolutely no problem.

Coming out of the pill shop, Yun Moli had a smile on his face.

This trip not only changed several bottles of the pills he needed, but also earned a lot of spirit stones, and if he saved up, he might be able to buy a spirit sword.

The level of the spirit sword he was currently using was too low, and he couldn't exert much strength at all.

If he meets a monk of the same level, it is better to say that once his cultivation exceeds him too much, with his current magic weapon, I am afraid it will be difficult to win.

Every now and then, Yun Moli was very envious of the disciples of the great sect.

As soon as they enter the sect, they will have a monthly routine, and the sect will also exchange magic weapons, talismans, and pills for them, which is envious!!

"Hey, have you heard, I have beaten Lizhenjun to the Qingyang Sword Sect, and the Supreme Elders of the Qingyang Sword Sect have been forced out."

"I don't know where this will come from, in just a few years, he has directly picked the top masters of the four major sects, and this combat power can be said to be the first person in our Northern Continent."

"Will leave the true monarch is belligerent, this is the news that everyone knows, and it is not surprising that the true monarch will find the four major sects."

"Tsk, I really want to see the demeanor of the true monarch with my own eyes."

"Cut, don't think about it."

Yun Mo paused for a moment, did not continue to listen, and strode forward, but the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile.

It is worthy of the third senior brother, but he actually found the Supreme Elder of the Qingyang Sword Sect, this speed is too fast, I just don't know who is more powerful than the second senior brother and the third senior brother.

A year later, he finally returned to the sect after a long absence.

"Senior brother, I'm back!"

As soon as he returned to the sect, Yun Moli went straight to the courtyard of Senior Brother Luo Jiutian.

It had been several years since he had gone down the mountain to practice, and his cultivation had also gone from the eighth-layer cultivation of Qi cultivation to the late stage of foundation building, which was definitely a cultivation speed that many people could not match.

"Xiao Qi is back."

Yunmo was away from a sigh.

It's over, he completely subconsciously ignores the existence of the master, and once the master passes, it can be said that there is no grass left.

He subconsciously covered his storage ring, woo woo, and was about to hand it in, why was he so pitiful.

Other people's masters all give resources to their apprentices, and their masters are managing their apprentices to ask for resources, why is the gap so big.

"What's that look on your face?" Mu Canglan looked unhappy, the little rabbit cub is gallbladder.