Chapter 165: Battle
Ji Nineteen saw that the old man pretended to disappear into the depths of the soil forest, and on the surface, it didn't seem to be a fake, so he was a lot more relieved. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info
Since there is a gambling contract, then rest assured and boldly rush forward.
Youdao is barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes, so we are alone in fighting to the end with these Gulin monks who have families and children, to see if they can successfully surround and kill him, or if he can break through to a hundred miles away as he wishes.
In someone else's home field, the geographical advantage is definitely not needed, so face these top forces in the encirclement and interception of the monks - the foundation building monk group.
Ji Nineteen stood proudly above the earth forest, and those small qi refining cultivators could only sigh at the sky. Excluding the countless small qi refining cultivators, the number of foundation building cultivators is also quite a lot.
There are dense foundation building monks suspended in front and back, left and right, and it seems that after a bit of a fight with the old man, the speed of the incoming flying sword that he originally wanted to use cannot be counted on. For today's plan, there is only one way to get out of the encirclement.
"Haha, boys, let you see what grandpa can do. Ji Nineteen didn't want to be inferior in his momentum, so he said angrily.
As he spoke, he wrapped the spare turtle shell defense weapon around his body, and a turtle body and limbs with a layer of yellow light shield on his head and face appeared in the center of many monks.
This is the ultimate way to use the turtle shell defense magic weapon created by the rough man for him, not only can it be used as a single defense magic weapon to protect the surroundings, but it can also be draped on the body like a battle armor, but this shape is a bit unacceptable, so Ji Shijiu didn't want to become a turtle and almost never used it.
However, at this critical juncture of life and death, how to increase defense and save life is the most important thing.
With a sharp mention of mana, the incoming aircraft rushed out from under his feet with a 'whoosh', and suddenly wanted to stab in front of him, and the incoming knife suspended on the side swept to the right with a shaking roar.
The reason why he chose to attack in two directions at the same time was to test whether the monks who were surrounded by these two directions had the determination to fight to the death.
If the monk hesitated a little in that direction, he seized the opportunity to break through in that direction.
It's a pity that his little Jiujiu hasn't been beaten yet, and he heard a loud voice resounding through the heavens and the earth: "The Bitter Forest Monk must go all out to besiege and kill the invading monks, and it is your duty to defend your homeland." Those who perform well in this battle will be doubled, and those who are cowardly and sluggish will be punished as fleeing. If someone can kill the whitefriar on the spot, then the position of deputy master will be his. β
This old man didn't let Ji Nineteen feel at ease when he left, and he actually offered such a reward to motivate the Kulin monks to fight. For a time, hundreds of monks shouted excitedly, 'Defend the homeland, swear to kill the invaders.' β
Of course, the most fierce one is the Qi refining Xiaoxiu who is not the slightest threat now, tearing open his voice one by one and roaring, and some do not hesitate to bless the mana in his throat and eyes, so that the sound wave is full of qi far away. Waves of sound spread in the dense soil forest, and are reflected, swirled, and conducted under this sky by these earth-rock structures that have special blessings for sound. actually made those foundation building monks who besieged Ji Nineteen also shocked, and Ji Nineteen, the target of everyone, was speechless.
If you want to choke each other, how can one person's voice compete with hundreds or thousands of sound waves. With his eyebrows raised, his eyes sharpened, and the corners of his mouth deflated, he simply bent his hands and commanded a sword and a sword to concentrate on the battle. Of course, while exerting his ability, he did not forget to scold the old man in his heart for not being a thing, and actually came up with such a way to deal with himself.
I'm afraid it's not so simple, this world lacks resources, and it has not been in contact with the outside world for a long time, and the food and clothing are all produced by the small basin behind him.
It's not easy to be a family member, his subordinates are all relatives, and he can't kill himself, so it's true to catch the convenience of Ji Nineteen, an invading monk, and want to reduce the burden on the clan once and for all. Interested in his talent as a foreign monk, it was a ghost.
The first time they met, and they came to steal the other party's cultivation resources, it was already benevolent and righteous to kill them on the spot, and they still expected him to cherish his talents?
It seems that people are really old and sophisticated, and the abacus is jingling, but these people in the bureau don't know at all, maybe there are some smart people who see some signs, but they dare to say it.
After all, they are all named Kulin Yuan, and this hard life has also passed for a lifetime, and people often survive in a relatively bitter cold environment, either sinking forever or erupting like a volcano.
And it is often those who choose to sink that will live longer, and those volcanoes that erupt most of the time use themselves as fuel first, and quickly disappear into the world.
At this time, a besieged young foundation monk - Xiaodong is one of them, and he has tasted all the hardships since he was a child. I still remember when he was three or five years old, he was short of food and clothing, and he was hungry overall.
The only way to keep him from feeling hungry was to run the set of qigong exercises that his father and mother had taught him since he was babbling.
I don't know how many hungry sleepless nights this boring exercise has accompanied.
Fortunately, his root bones are not one in ten thousand, and once he runs the exercises, he can absorb a lot of spiritual energy ions around his young body.
Although it can't make up for the lack of nutrition for his physical development, he has not been sick since then, and he is still vibrant, but he is a little smaller.
This made his parents proud, and then they gave birth to three children in a row, and together they were named East, West, South, North and South. In vain, they can be revitalized.
Although the genes are really good, the next three people don't have the good luck of Xiaodong, and they failed to build a successful foundation at a young age. They are all reduced to the lowest level of spirit stone miners.
Fortunately, he did not die like most children, nor did he disappear overnight like those teenagers who had not yet touched the threshold of cultivation at the age of twelve.
Accustomed to seeing the deceit of the people around him, cruel and cold-blooded, he doesn't fancy family affection, he is very smart and abnormal, and he is good at groping and learning to summarize.
is very good to his brother, and selflessly taught his unique mining experience, but unfortunately now Xiaobei is still alive, and the other two are too naΓ―ve to believe that others left early.
He, the elder brother, can only practice more diligently, in order to catch up with the high ancestor, and finally overthrow him and change the fate of everyone.
According to his observation for a long time, the cultivation of this white-clothed foreign monk is also the cultivation of the later stage of foundation building, but it is very dangerous. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the Ancestor to make such a decision and let these low-level cultivators fight a war of attrition with him.
Regardless of whether their bet was true or not, this was undoubtedly the most beneficial to the Ancestor, and they and the white-clothed monk were just the pawns of the Ancestor.
He was already in the middle of the encirclement, and he was cautious and he had never wanted to be the first bird, and certainly not the outermost foundation building monk who seemed to be smart but was actually extremely stupid.
Don't think that you can hide from everyone's eyes with a posture that you can run away at any time, once you take action, the next moment will be your death.
The ancestors who were hidden in the shadows did not hesitate to clean up these scum. I'm worried about the lack of resources to feed more people. Therefore, it is safest in the middle section.
If Ji Nineteen could know the thoughts of the young man in this encirclement, he would have to admire, isn't this the crystallization of the wisdom of people in that world for thousands of years - the golden mean.
With so many groups of foundation-building monks, it is impossible to have no small hills. This is not generally divided into seven or eight forces, and the leaders are all in the later stage of foundation building.
And these forces have chosen their own people to gather together, which is where their experience over the years lies.
With the endorsement of the old man, these forces originally just wanted to delay the two agreed pairs. But with a group, there is an overall benefit, and there is no doubt that the group can come out on top, and Shuai can get the position of the only deputy original master by killing the invading whitefriar first. Let your own forces dominate the top of all forces, and even annex some small forces, and suppress those forces that usually oppose your side.
The nine sons of the dragon are different, although these people are all ancestors, but they are all different in appearance and even more different in personality.
The leader of the front side is a big man with purple eyebrows, high eyes, a wide nose, a wide mouth, and a purple beard. The monks surrounding him are mostly reckless men of the five major and three rough, although their cultivation is high and low, but they all say in unison: "Big brother, this kid's life will be handed over to us." Our brothers must push the eldest brother to the throne of the deputy original master this time. β
This guy is also a heroic existence, he has always been in the front of the fight, I saw him staring around, his mouth was wide open, and his powerful steel teeth that were a few points thicker than ordinary people were exposed, and the sound of rolling thunder sounded, "A monk who doesn't know where to come out is just a monk who doesn't know whether to live or die, where the brothers need to do it, and watch the brother go and bring him here, so that the brothers can taste the taste of foreign monks." β
After saying that, 'Quack' smiled, and pressed his hands to the brothers behind him, indicating that he would not let them say more, and as soon as the mana was mentioned, he stood out alone in the shape of a tower, suspended in Ji Nineteen and Ten Feet away.
And looked around at the urn and said: "Everyone, this foreign monk belongs to our family, if anyone robs our family, then he will have to pass the level of the brothers behind us first." β
This seemingly burly reckless man is not exactly a brave and ruthless existence, and at this time he still knows how to pull his many younger brothers to cheer.
A tall and thin man on the right side was deeply sunken and wanted to say something, but the voice of a thin man with a goatee beside him sounded in his ears in time.
"Boss, you don't have to fight with that reckless man for a long time, it's good to let him weigh the pounds first. All the brothers have arrived, and the ancestor has an appointment first, it seems that this boy in white is not so easy to deal with. The sweeping knife just now saw what it could do, and it was only with the strength of a few others that it could withstand it. I see, this reckless man may not be able to take advantage of anything. Let's see, someone is taking the lead, isn't that what I'd love to see? β
The light in the eyes of this lean man was instantly hidden, his bones turned, his lips opened and closed, and a hideous smile appeared on his thin cheeks, and he didn't know what he was discussing with this dog-headed military advisor whom he valued very much.
The two old men on the left side of the hand who held the dust looked at each other with a similar smile, acquiesced to the reckless man's decision to take the lead, and did not say a word.
A middle-aged man with a square face and broad forehead in the back who looked righteous came out and said with a smile: "Since it is Brother Shan who wants to fight this battle, the younger brother is the first to support it." β
This posture is as if Ji Nineteen is meat on the chopping board, and sooner or later it will fall into the mouths of these people, which is nothing more than how much it is divided backwards.
The only bewitching woman in front of her on the right giggled, "You vulgar people don't ask us about the choice of this beautiful man in white, whether you want to go with you, the old man, the reckless man, and the hypocrite, or are you willing to enter my sister's gentle country." β
As he spoke, he quickly glanced at the leaders of the forces in the encirclement, and then looked at Ji Nineteen with silky eyes, as if the girl with a spring was waiting for her favorite lover to take the initiative to approach and make love.
The other old woman in front of the left couldn't see it, originally he acquiesced to the temptation of so many people in the reckless Han Dynasty first, but he has always been at odds with this bewitching woman, he didn't hold back his mouth, and blurted out: "Since the firefly **** likes this white-clothed boy so much, why don't you bring your loyal martyrs' self-recommended pillows and throw yourself into the arms of our future deputy original master, the white-clothed son." I, Feng Shan, will not embarrass you in the slightest. β
seems to be giving advice to the other party, but the disdain on that face is overflowing with meanness.
The sword that stabbed out, the sword that swept out, and Ji Shijiu, who was easily blocked by these people, was already a little annoyed, and he was looking at the behavior of these people, and he actually regarded himself as a strange commodity. He looked up and laughed wildly, almost tears coming out of his eyes.
I didn't expect our Ji Nineteen to have today, it seems that the tiger is really a sick cat who is bullied.
Suddenly stopped laughing, stared left and right, and then turned his cheeks, and looked at the black tower man with purple eyebrows and red beard condescendingly, and said word by word: "If you wish, grandpa will play with you." β
Everyone just regarded Ji Nineteen's actions as a self-promotion of the hero's end, and they were not taken by his series of actions at all, and some even looked at each other playfully, as if they were looking forward to what Ji Nineteen, who seemed to them to be a trapped beast, could look at this black tower man.
After all, the power of the sword and sword just now is still there, and it is by no means the level of ordinary monks in the late stage of foundation building.
Those monks in the back row who are outside the major forces or have some ability on their own are even more crowded with three or five people betting, but there are not many monks who are optimistic about this black tower man, and it can be seen from the odds of these people.
All of them are that the odds of pressing the black tower man to win remain high, and the odds of pressing Ji Nineteen to win have always hovered at a few points, and some people even directly opened a bet that the black tower man can hold on to for a few rounds in front of Ji Nineteen.
It was a glimmer of tranquility that had just calmed down from the initial slogan of the mountain and tsunami qi refining small cultivation, and it began to make a commotion again, as if it was not to besiege the invaders, but to open a rare monk exchange market.