Ye Chen lurked invisibly in the distance, quietly watching the battle on the rock wall in front of him, and had already understood the cause and effect of the whole thing.

The monk with a gloomy voice lurked in the rocky bushes, and used the more than ten valuable spirit grasses growing on this rock wall to sneak attack the gray-shirted late-stage Qi cultivation monk who had come to pick the spirit grass.

"It's really insidious and cunning! There are no rules in this Earth Flame Mountain, and in order to compete for one or two thousand spirit stones, it is directly fatal to fight. ”

Ye Chen couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

He didn't rush to make a move, he only saw that the gray-shirted monk was a cultivation strength of the eighth layer of Qi cultivation now, but he hadn't seen another monk who had sneak attacked, and when he saw this person's strength clearly, it would not be too late for him to make a move.

The gray-shirted monk cursed a few words at the monk in the rocky bush, but he stepped up his mana behind the boulder, looking anxious, trying to force the silver needle spirit weapon out of his abdomen with all his might.

This silver needle spirit weapon pierced his dantian, seriously affecting the operation of his mana, weakening his strength by at least twenty percent. If he doesn't force it out in time, the sneak attack of the Treasure Heist will kill him, which will affect the fight.

However, it was a little strange that the monk who was hiding in the rocks with a gloomy voice did not take the opportunity to kill him from the rocks and shoot when he was injured.

In addition, there is another strange place, which is that this silver needle is not poisoned.

"This Treasure Heist is probably a novice, if he is a veteran, he will definitely apply poison to the needle, and I will spend at least three or four percent of my mana to force out the silver needle to expel the poison. Also, he wasn't sure if he was hurt, so he didn't dare to rush out! ”

The Grey-shirted Monk secretly said that it was a fluke.

He can only exert eighty percent of his strength now, he doesn't know the cultivation strength of the sneak attack monk, if the opponent's strength is no less than him, he will kill him at this time, he is afraid that he will definitely be defeated.

Under the rock wall, the two monks fell silent.

After a short while, the gray-shirted monk endured the severe pain, and gradually forced the three-inch-long silver needle out of his abdomen nearly an inch long. This silver needle has barbs, and it is not easy to force it out.

"You want to force the silver needle out so that you can fight with me!"

In the midst of the rocks, the gloomy voice suddenly sneered.

The gray-shirted monk frowned, but did not say a word. That's what he really thinks, is there something wrong with that?

"Haha, don't dream. ”

The gloomy voice smirked, "I have long expected that if you find that the needle contains poison after you are hit by the silver needle, you will definitely be desperate, so I didn't put poison in the silver needle at all." However, although the silver needle was not poisonous, it was coated with cartilage. This cartilage is odorless and odorless, and does not cause severe pain, but it will quickly dissipate your physical strength in a moment, and make you ineffective when you are unconscious. Do you really think I'm going to leave time to force you out of the silver needle?!"

As he spoke, a green-shirted monk of slightly short stature leaped out of the rubble, his ugly face smirking wildly. His cultivation was only at the sixth level in the middle stage of Qi refining, which was completely inferior to the second layer of the gray-robed monk, and the difference in strength was huge. If it goes head-to-head, he won't be able to take advantage of anything and will definitely lose.

Ye Chen couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the strength of this sneak attack monk from a distance. This green-shirted cultivator in the middle stage of Qi refining actually plotted against a monk in the late stage of Qi refining.

"What, cartilage!?cartilage that specializes in dissipating physical strength!"

The Grey-shirted Monk couldn't help but be furious.

He actually fell for it. This cartilage powder is not poison, so there is no severe pain reaction, but it takes some time for this cartilage to work. If he had known this, he should have killed him immediately.

The gray-shirted monk stood up suddenly, but suddenly felt that the bones of his limbs were so weak that he could hardly stand on his feet, and he couldn't exert a single or two percent of his strength. Although the mana in the body is operating normally, it is limited by the body, and its strength is greatly weakened by more than half.

"You're done!"

The green-shirted monk was ecstatic, and with a ruler-long sharp thorn weapon in his hand, he flew towards the gray-shirted monk.

The Grey-robed Friar hurriedly cast the Golden Bell Jar spell, then swung his sword to resist.

The two got into a fight.

Soon, the gray-shirted monk could not resist, and with a terrible scream, he died at the hands of the green-shirted monk.

The green-shirted monk pulled out a sharp thorn, quickly searched out a small storage bag from the gray-shirted monk's waist, and hurriedly opened it, and when he saw that there were not many goods inside, hundreds of spirit stones, a few low-level spiritual weapons, and a few bottles of third-order vitality pills.

The green-shirted friar was immediately disappointed. It seems that this gray-shirted monk spends most of his money on cultivation, and he has very little money on his body.

"Fuck, it's a poor ghost!"

The green-shirted monk angrily put away the gray-shirted monk's small storage bag and golden spirit sword, and kicked the gray-shirted monk's body into the flames and burned it to ashes.

He quickly looked around, and there were too many marks left by the fierce fighting. If he wants to set up another ambush here and sneak attack the monks who want to pick the elixir behind, I'm afraid it won't work, and it will be easy to find out.

The green-shirted monk turned around and braved the flames on the ground, flew up the steep rock wall, and prepared to collect the elixir and leave the place, looking for other places suitable for sneak attacks and ambushes.

On the rock wall, there was actually a demon snake entrenched, and it came out like lightning, fighting with the green-shirted monk.

The green-shirted monk took a lot of effort, and finally killed the demon snake, carefully picked the more than ten spiritual herbs on the rock wall, and put them into his storage bag.

The green-shirted monk flew down and wanted to leave with joy, but he was suddenly stunned.

At some point, a very young monk appeared in front of him and looked at him with a light smile.

It was Ye Chen who watched a good show for a long time and finally began to close the net.

"When is your Excellency here?"

The green-shirted monk didn't notice at all when Ye Chen appeared ten feet beside him, and was taken aback, so frightened that he took a few steps back, and pointed his sharp thorn at Ye Chen. Such a silent appearance almost scared him out of a cold sweat.

"Stuff down, you're good to go!"

Ye Chen said lightly. He wanted the money, not necessarily to kill the other party.

The green-shirted monk's face suddenly turned black, more bitter than eating the yellow lotus.

He had just finished robbing a monk, picked more than ten spirit grasses, and made a windfall of one or two thousand spirit stones. Before he could rejoice, he met another monk who had robbed.

But he didn't dare not listen.

Ye Chen's spiritual pressure at this moment was converging at the ninth layer of the Qi Refining Period, which was even stronger than that gray-shirted monk. The gap in cultivation alone, which is full of three layers, is almost an overwhelming advantage.

The green-shirted monk weighed it for a moment, feeling unsure. Thinking of Ye Chen's silent appearance at him just now, his heart was even more cold, even if he escaped, he couldn't escape.

At a distance of ten zhang, a ninth-level Qi Refining Stage cultivator was enough to kill him quickly.

The green-shirted monk had a bitter face, directly admitted defeat, and was very reluctant to put more than ten spirit grasses on the ground, ready to retreat.

"What about the Grey Friar's goods?"

Ye Chen shook his head and said coldly.

The green-shirted monk's face changed slightly, and the young monk had been lurking here for a long time, seeing the fight just now. He hurriedly threw a storage bag he had found from the gray-shirted monk on the ground, and whispered, "All the belongings on that man's body just now are here!

Ye Chen still shook his head and sneered, "What about your own goods, do you think I'm a fake robbery?"

The green-shirted monk was stunned for a moment, and threw all the valuable goods in his arms, waist, and sleeves on the ground, and then pleaded, "Can you go now?

"Get out, don't let me see you again in Earthflame Mountain, or I'll be killed immediately!"

Ye Chen finally said expressionlessly.

When the green-shirted monk heard this, he immediately left quickly, and to his chagrin, he quickly disappeared.

Ye Chen waved his hand and put away all the goods on the ground.

More than ten spirit grasses are worth more than a thousand pieces, the gray-shirted monk carries hundreds of spirit stones, and the green-shirted monk carries goods worth two thousand spirit stones, which is a total of three or four thousand spirit stones.

Ye Chen couldn't help but marvel.

"I thought the Treasure Hunt Monk was very rich, but I didn't expect the Treasure Hunter to be even more money. Sure enough, Ma Wuye grass is not fat, and he robbed other monks of their money the fastest. Taking a risk is several times more than working hard to find elixir and earn spirit stones. However, if you rob others, you can be robbed at any time!"

Ye Chen smiled bitterly.

He knows it well.

It was common for treasure hunters to snatch spiritual objects from each other. But this kind of thing is extremely bad in the world of cultivating immortals, and once it is discovered, it belongs to the evil cultivator who everyone shouts to kill. Monks don't do such murderous things lightly. Even if you want to kill people and sell goods, you do it secretly, and you won't do it openly in broad daylight.

He's black and black, so he's not a burden.

On the second floor of the Flame Mountain Cave, there are only dozens of monks in the foundation building period. If you have the absolute strength to rob him, I'm afraid that only a monk above the middle stage of foundation building can do it.

Ye Chen collected a windfall from the green-shirted monk, looked around, and quickly disappeared from this steep rock wall.

An hour later, Ye Chen had already reached the depths of the hinterland of the second layer of the cave.

He found a few more good spiritual herbs.

As he gradually deepened, he saw several corpses of Qi Refining Stage cultivators along the way, most of the corpses were claw marks left by demon beasts, and the flesh and blood were blurred. They obviously fought with the demon beasts on the second floor of this cave and died a tragic death here. The strength of the demon beasts on the second layer of the cave is already quite strong, the third and fourth orders, and it is very difficult to deal with them.

There are also a very small number of monks, who have the scars of the spirit sword and spirit sword on their bodies, and they died at the hands of the monks, and I am afraid that they will fight and die in order to compete for the spiritual objects here.

"People die for money, birds die for food, this is really true!"

Ye Chen couldn't help but be shocked, along the way, there were no less than five or six Qi Refining Stage cultivators who had died in battle. If he counted the other directions of the cave, what he didn't see was probably dozens or hundreds of monks who had fallen on the second floor of the cave, accounting for one-tenth of the monks who entered the second layer of the cave.

Ye Chen suddenly saw a chaotic crowd gathered at the stone pillar of a karst cave in front of him, there were about fifty or sixty monks, and there were even several foundation building period monks among them, and his eyes couldn't help but froze.

"With so many monks gathered together, could it be that they have found some spiritual objects?"

(To be continued)