Chapter Twenty-Three: The Great Harvest

Looking at Senior Brother Tong's dull eyes, a look of surprise flashed across Mu Yu's eyes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info

The pastor pondered for a moment, and then said tentatively, "Name." ”

"Tong Ming. ”

"Gender. ”

"Male. ”

"Origin. ”

"The town of Heibao, Pingzhou, Dong'an. ”

......

After asking some questions, Mu Yu was stunned, looking at Senior Brother Tong's sluggish appearance, and he was afraid for a while.

This Tong Ming actually put such a miracle medicine in the wine, if Mu Yu drank that glass of wine, the secret of the black jar would definitely not be kept, and it would be taken away by Senior Brother Tong and taken for himself.

Thinking of this, Mu Yu sneered and asked, "Say, what do you mean by this?"

Senior Brother Tong didn't hesitate, so he said his plan in one go: "I entrusted an inner sect senior brother and spent one hundred and twenty lower grade spirit stones to buy a pair of 'Cheng Yan San' from the Inner Sect Hall, even if it is a cultivator refining the nine, it can't resist the medicinal power of this medicine." 'Cheng Yan San' melts into the water, colorless and tasteless, even if the monks of the Dan period are later established, they will not be able to detect the clues. This medicine can last for fifteen minutes, after fifteen minutes, it will make people drowsy for ten hours, I bought this 'Cheng Yan San' and planned to take it for Mu Yu tonight, after asking him about his secret, he will be put into a coma for ten hours, so as to miss the next day's competition time, and directly cancel the results of the competition......"

Mu Yu was furious, this Senior Brother Tong was looking for trouble for himself again and again, which was really hateful.

"Get on your knees!"

Senior Brother Tong fell to the ground and knelt down on his knees in front of Mu Yu.

"Palm!"

Bang! Bang......

After Senior Brother Tong slapped his mouth for three minutes, his cheeks were already red and slightly bulging, obviously red and swollen.

"Stop. Mu Yu waved his hand and unceremoniously snatched Senior Brother Tong's storage bag.

"Only five hundred spirit stones?" Mu Yu frowned, with Senior Brother Tong's net worth, if he wanted to say that there were only five hundred spirit stones, he wouldn't believe it if he was killed.

"This is only a small part, most of the spirit stones were hidden under a wooden board in the room, and I invited an inner senior brother to set up a ban. Unless it's a foundation monk, no one but me can crack it. Senior Brother Tong said sluggishly.

"Do you know someone from the inner door?"

"There are some origins. That senior brother of the inner gate also entered the inner gate through the autumn Dabi, and before that, I had a good relationship with him, and when I became the steward of the Spirit Beast Garden, I contacted that senior brother again, and offered him three hundred spirit stones every year. Although that senior brother is an inner disciple, most of the disciples who enter the inner gate from the outer gate are not welcomed, and he has not succeeded in building a foundation so far, and he belongs to the existence of the bottom of the inner gate, so unlike other inner disciples, there is no shortage of spirit stones. Senior Brother Tong explained.

Hearing this, Mu Yu breathed a sigh of relief, as long as this Senior Brother Tong does not have too deep a relationship with the people in the inner door. If the relationship between the two is a relative, the pastoral language has to be measured, whether to offend Senior Brother Tong to death.

"However, listening to what Tong Ming said, that senior brother's status in the inner gate belongs to the lowest level, and he is overwhelmed and excluded everywhere, how can he manage Tong Ming's affairs?"

Mu Yu knows that although the outer gate and the inner gate belong to the same sect, the two of them are two separate small worlds.

The disciples of the inner gate will not easily appear at the outer gate, and the disciples of the outer gate, if they do not have a token to enter the inner gate, such as the paper crane of Elder Li Zijun, even if they search the entire Old Nine Mountains, they will not be able to find the location of the inner gate.

"Go, use your fastest speed to bring me all your spirit stones, talismans, talisman treasures, etc. "Mu Yu hurriedly said, the medicinal power of 'Cheng Yan San' is only fifteen minutes, and now about seven minutes have passed, and it will take six minutes to come and go this time.

Tong Ming nodded, a gust of wind blew, and in the blink of an eye, the person disappeared.

"Innate powerhouse?!" Mu Yu was shocked, this Senior Brother Tong turned out to be an innate powerhouse who cultivated both law and martial arts?

You must know that the highest realm of martial arts is the innate realm, however, Mu Yu has also heard that above the congenital, there is also a Void Breaking Mirror, which means martial arts breaking the void.

However, Mu Yu heard the master say that in the rivers and lakes for thousands of years, there has not been a martial artist who has advanced to the Void Breaking Mirror, even if he breaks through to the Void Breaking Mirror, his own strength is equal to that of the Nine Cultivators, and the spiritual power in his body.

After all, no matter how strong your internal strength is, no matter how high your realm is, you can only helplessly dodge in the face of long-range spell attacks from immortal cultivators. The internal force that comes out of the body can't be compared to the spell attack distance.

In fact, whether it is internal force or mana, it is a kind of power, but there is a fundamental difference between the two.

The cultivation of the internal power of the warrior comes from himself, and the cultivation of the mana of the monk comes from the heaven and the earth.

If we compare the heaven and earth to a pond, and the warrior and the monk to two fish in the pond, if the water in the pond dries up, the monk will slowly die, but the warrior can still be alive.

"It's underestimating this Senior Brother Tong, refining the mana of the Nine, coupled with the attack of the innate powerhouse, even if it is a foundation building period monk who has just broken through, maybe Senior Brother Tong can fight a lot...... And if it weren't for his attention before, it was all on the Lingmi bag, and my martial arts were close to the innate level, maybe my 'ghost shadow hand' would have been spied on by him......" Mu Yu's eyes flickered, secretly screaming that it was dangerous, and a layer of cold sweat broke out all over his body.

Just as Mu Yu was secretly rejoicing, Senior Brother Tong also rushed back.

Three storage bags, plus a medium sack, are all the net worth of Senior Brother Tong.

Mu Yu's face was full of intense joy, and he began to count it eagerly.

A few minutes later, Mu Yu gasped.

There are 2,180 low-grade spirit stones, one top-grade defensive rune, two high-grade offensive runes, three medium-grade attack runes, and fourteen bottles of elixir. There were also more than 1,000 taels of silver, and more than 20 jade and gold objects.

Among them, three medium-grade attack rune treasures are one-time types, and their power is equivalent to refining eight modifications with a full blow.

"The net worth of a cultivator who has cultivated nine is so rich, it is hard to imagine how shocking the wealth of a monk in the foundation building period must be. The shepherd whispered.

Mu Yu unceremoniously put everything into a storage bag.

Immediately, Mu Yu hung the four gray bags on his belt, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he patted it with satisfaction, now even if he is a cultivator of the Seven Cultivators, standing in front of Mu Yu, he feels that he can also fight.

As for Senior Brother Tong......

Mu Yu glanced at Senior Brother Tong, who had fallen asleep, for him, Mu Yu was completely offended to death. However, if he falls for it tonight, the consequences will be unimaginable, and he will lose his biggest support. If there is no such a rebellious and mysterious treasure as the black can, perhaps the poor life will not be able to build a foundation for success!

Kicking Tong Ming out of the wooden shed, Mu Yu stretched his waist with satisfaction, sat cross-legged on the futon, and began to meditate with his eyes closed, according to the cultivation mantra of the "Small Gathering Qigong Method", exhaling the aura of heaven and earth around him.