Ten days in the outside world passed quickly, He Miaomiao pinched her fingers and counted the time, counted the tokens in her storage bag, shook her head and said that it was still too little.

She sat down in the array and rested as she recalled the number of Western monks recorded in the jade slip.

In the entire West, there are about two million monks, of which the Qi refining period is the largest, more than 1.5 million. The foundation period was followed by about 400,000 people. There are 50,000 Jindan, thousands of yuanbabies, and only a few more than 20 gods.

And the opening of the Golden Lotus Secret Realm is a major event in the West, and those who come to Xiaoyao City to participate in the competition have at least 350,000 foundation building periods. At the beginning of the foundation building, the largest number of people attended, about 130,000 people attended.

Entering the cave competition, the Scattered Cultivation Exchange was only given half a month, and if she wanted to enter the top 800, she needed at least 100 tokens in her hand to be considered guaranteed.

And now she only has seventy-nine in her storage bag, and the remaining monks are getting fewer and fewer, and it is becoming more and more difficult to meet in a short time.

There are still five days before the cave is about to close, and she can no longer meditate to recover her spiritual power, only by constantly taking pills and constantly looking for people to fight can she have a chance to be shortlisted.

There were still eight pills left in the spirit pill, He Miaomiao quickly swallowed one pill, and after a small week in the meridians, the spiritual power consumed nearly half was restored to saturation again.

Putting away the array, she didn't dare to delay any longer, this place was already gray, making people feel the passage of time, and only by calculating could she know that so much time had passed in the outside world.

Randomly chose the direction on the right, He Miaomiao galloped all the way, his divine sense scanned the radius of ten miles, and finally after walking forward with a stick of incense, he found that six women and four men were fighting, and he couldn't see who was in the same group with whom.

He Miaomiao did not hesitate to speed up, and at the same time, with a wave of her right hand, the wide sleeves of her gauze skirt with the sound of whistling wind, threw out nine short swords and attacked the weakest three of them.

The two female cultivators and one male cultivator were already fighting with others, and when the short sword flew in, they couldn't avoid it, and the meridians and lungs were severely damaged, and they were teleported out by the Cave Heaven Formation.

The remaining seven monks did not immediately snatch the token, and they were distracted at the moment, and it was easy to be plotted.

They were not surprised to see He Miaomiao, one of them turned around and sent a blow towards He Miaomiao at the same time, the golden and green aura was like a moon blade, unstoppable.

He Miaomiao's mind moved to recall the short sword, exploded in the air and turned into a spirit needle, and according to the mysterious trajectory in "The Firmament", a cloud of white light and shadow like fog and smoke was drawn, and the gold and green spiritual light were instantly shattered.

The three attacks exploded, and He Miaomiao didn't dare to face it forcibly, and flew back a few feet with a light tap on her toes, and suddenly her body turned, leaving behind the man and woman, and quickly attacked the other five people in the melee.

Except for one male cultivator, who had already been on guard, the remaining four people were wrapped in He Miaomiao's spirit needle, and when they were about to pierce into their bodies, their figures suddenly faded, and they dropped their tokens and disappeared into the cave.

"Hehe, a friendly approach. ”

The remaining two men and one woman withdrew their hands at the same time as He Miaomiao. The female cultivator in the cyan gauze skirt looked arrogant, and her tone was quite contemptuous, obviously she didn't look down on He Miaomiao, and suddenly turned to sneak attack.

He Miaomiao bent the corners of her mouth disdainfully, since the sneak attack was effective, why should you abandon it?" ”

The two male cultivators were not strong enough, and they were relieved to see that He Miaomiao didn't seem to have any intention of fighting again. Each said that they only needed three tokens, and the rest would be left for her and the nun to share.

He Miaomiao nodded in agreement, looked at the female cultivator and waited for her to speak.

There are only twenty-six tokens on the ground, and He Miaomiao doesn't want to fight anymore, firstly, because there are not many spirit pills on his body, and he doesn't want to waste spiritual power, so it is best to easily get ten tokens. The second reason is that even if the two male cultivators lack spiritual power, the female cultivator is still full of energy.

If she is too tough, it is easy for the three of them to attack the competition.

"Hmph, two cowards!" the nun was unforgiving, but she really only picked up ten tokens, and she didn't even bother to give a look, and turned away on her own.

The two male cultivators were so angry that their faces turned red, they each picked up three tokens, hugged their fists towards He Miaomiao, and also galloped away in different directions.

He Miaomiao's spiritual power only consumed one percent, and he got ten tokens, so he was naturally in a good mood. Before she could choose a direction to leave, her divine sense probed eight miles away, and there were monks fighting.

Her hidden figure lurked in the past, and she heard someone shouting in the distance:

"The four-leaf clover spirit grass is on him! don't attack too strong!"

He Miaomiao's heart moved, although she didn't hold out hope, but the four-leaf clover spirit grass bumped into it, and she didn't want to let it go.

She stood cautiously in the distance, observed for a while with her divine sense, and found that it was a white-haired male cultivator who was shouting, pointing to a young man in the middle with a panicked expression, signaling the other three to weaken their attacks.

The four-leaf clover spirit grass is different from the token, it will be teleported out with the monk, and when everyone heard the old man shouting, they immediately collected the magic weapon, and only used spells to surround the young man, so that he had no way to retreat.

"The spirit grass really isn't in my hands!

The youthful aura was a little fluctuating, as if the old man and the other three were much stronger not long after he had just advanced to build the foundation. He Miaomiao narrowed her eyes slightly, those people didn't believe the young man's words, but she felt that this person was not lying.

And the old man's eyes were wandering, and his expression was flustered, if there was really a four-leaf clover spirit grass, I am afraid it was also in his storage bag!

The remaining three monks, who had tacit understanding and cooperation, obviously had known each other for a long time. The old man kept telling them to weaken the attack, but he sneaked up from an imperceptible angle, obviously wanting the young man to teleport out.

If it weren't for the fact that they were bent on the melee, He Miaomiao would be far away, and maybe he wouldn't be able to see the old man's small movements.

After finding out the situation, He Miaomiao no longer hid, and went straight to the melee, attacking the three monks with their backs to her with one blow. The speed of the nine short swords was extremely fast, and the three of them were knocked out of the cave in a flash of lightning, leaving only the old man with a black face and a trembling young man.

Seeing her menacing, the old man couldn't help but turn his face, and made an eager appearance and yelled again, "Fellow Daoist, come and help, this person has a four-leaf clover spirit grass in his hand!"

He Miaomiao couldn't help laughing, "If he really has a spirit grass, will you just call it out?" Are you a fool?"

The old man was silent, his eyes flashed with murderous light, but he suddenly thought that Dongtian could not hurt people's lives, and endured it again.

He Miaomiao saw his fingers move slightly under his wide sleeves, and instantly shot the short sword that was suspended around his body towards the old man.

A yellow light gathered in front of the old man, condensed into a shield to block the front, and the short sword exploded immediately after a single blow, turning into a spirit needle, like a light light and shadow, half of it pierced into the light shield, and half bypassed the old man and directly attacked the young man who wanted to take the opportunity to sneak attack.

"Ahh Even the Dantian Zhihai was almost broken by the old man's earth thorns, but fortunately, the formation was activated instantly, leaving only a miserable scream and disappearing in front of the two of them.