Weishui South, by the ancient road.

The three red-robed monks ran lifeless under the scorching sun, sweat soaked through the triple monks' robes, and smashed into the dry loess, where they were immediately absorbed and disappeared. The two middle-aged Tibetan monks on the left and right were so strong that they were already tired and panting, not to mention the young monk in the middle, who was thin and slender and had slender limbs, and he had long been eager to close his eyes and faint. If it weren't for the two people on the left and right pulling his arms, he might have fallen down long ago.

Dozens of feet behind the three of them, a group of 100 cavalry was chasing unhurriedly, and from time to time an arrow was fired, which landed behind the three people in front of them, causing them to rush forward, and the leading Mongolian officers in the rear laughed happily.

The three monks also knew that the pursuers behind them were playing a cat-and-mouse game, but as the "mice" being chased, they had no choice not to play. The middle-aged monk on the left had a new creation on his face, from the corner of his mouth to the root of his ear, which made his face twitch and sore as soon as he spoke, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain: "Running through the bend in front of you is not far, there is a narrowing in Weishui, no deeper than the knee, we run across the opposite bank from there, and get into the forest, and the Tartar horse will not be good!" When the two people next to them heard this, their spirits suddenly perked up, and they struggled to squeeze out the only strength and pour it into their legs.

At this time, the pursuers behind him seemed to be a little tired of this game, and the leading officer urged the horses to close the distance a lot. He bent his bow and arrow, and aimed at the young monk's lower plate, and with a whoosh, the arrow had sunk into the young monk's thigh and pierced out from the other side. The young monk screamed miserably, stumbled under his feet, fell to the ground and rolled several times, breaking free from the hands of both the left and right.

The Mongolian soldiers behind him cheered loudly, and the leading officer was even more proud, leaning over on his horse, making a standard holding sheep position, ready to ride over to carry the young monk up. Unexpectedly, the middle-aged monk on the left side of the front did not stop, and he took out a long whip from his arms and threw it back, then wrapped around the waist of the young monk and brought him into the air, and then the monk on the right jumped up on the ground, grabbed the young monk in mid-air, and took a few steps after landing, and then turned the corner.

The leading officer scolded angrily, and the horse was quick to mention it again, this time, he clenched a spear in his hand, and it was obvious that he no longer intended to capture it alive.

However, when he took the lead and turned the corner, he found that there was a tall and burly Han monk in a black robe in front of him. Farther away, the three monks had strayed from the trail and were running towards a narrow section of the river—they must have wanted to cross the river into the forest, relying on the difficult terrain to escape.

The officer only thought that the black-clothed monk was a comrade of the three people in front of him, so he didn't ask what was wrong, and with a spear in his hand, he poked it into the chest of the black-clothed monk. This officer has been practicing horseback kung fu for decades, and he has long practiced the unity of man and horse, this spear is superimposed on his waist and arm strength, and the power of the horse under the crotch, not to mention one or two thousand catties, and when he landed, he picked the black-clothed monk off the ground and got up, and the whole person hung on the tip of the spear.

The officer sneered, and was about to shake off the monk's body on the spearhead with a glance, but at this glance, he was suddenly shocked. It turned out that the spearhead did not pierce the chest of the black-clothed monk at all, but he pinched the tip of the spear with the three fingers of his left hand and took the initiative to hang it on the spearhead. He swung the shaft of his spear outward, trying to shake off the monk, but the monk took advantage of this flick, and the whole person floated behind him, and the next moment, he felt a sharp pain in the top of his head, and the whole world had turned into darkness.

The cavalry behind them turned the corner, just in time to see their leader being grabbed by the head of a black-clothed monk and thrown under the horse, and their eyes were so angry that dozens of feathered arrows almost simultaneously left the string, pushing towards it like a wall.

The black-clothed monk did not dodge or dodge, jumped up in the face of the feather arrows, and flicked his hands outward, not only slapping most of the feather arrows away, but also grabbed a dozen in his hands, and when he stretched out his hand again, more than a dozen feather arrows had shot out, each of which penetrated the bodies of at least two cavalrymen, and the original hundred-man team was suddenly damaged by a small half.

The cavalrymen who were still alive were so shocked that they thought they had seen a ghost in the day. However, the Mongolian military regulations were extremely strict: anyone who was killed in battle and his subordinates escaped, the whole family was beheaded. Therefore, no matter how frightened they were, they still had to use their spears and scimitars to attack the black-clothed monk.

The black-clothed monk grabbed it with his hand, whether he was holding a weapon or an arm, he was forced to pull it down, and when he threw it out with his backhand, he would inevitably take away one or two more lives. In a short time, hundreds of horsemen were slaughtered by him, and only the horses were left to kick restlessly in place, and not a single horse was not harmed in the slightest.

Ding Yu was depressed in his heart: How could I meet such a group of unknown sergeants as soon as I came over, although the monk I am aggressive, I really have no interest in slaughtering the weak.

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded in his head: "Thirty-two points of martial artist energy have been collected, and the total amount of energy is currently thirty-two points." ”

The voice...... Is it a soul seed?!"Why did you come out again?' What happened to the previous 'one-time piercing bead'?" Ding Yu asked in his mind.

The soul seed mechanically explained: "The host is in the world of double pride, and the receiver is concerned. According to one of the twelve core rules of the soul seed, when you encounter the usher, you must hide it with all your might. The one-time piercing bead is a gift left to the host when the usher leaves, and can be used to travel to the nearest martial arts world, and the number of uses is one. ”

Ding Yu was confused by the explanation of the soul seed, and he asked, "Why do I not understand the more I explain? Is the usher talking about the man in the green robe who took away the invitation to the moon? What does he have to do with the martial arts world?"

The soul seed was silent for a moment, and said, "With the host's current priority, we can't see the details about the inductee. ”

Ding Yu said angrily: "Here it is again! Can you tell me all the information at once." ”

"Please try to improve the host's strength, and one day you will be able to get all the answers. ”

Ding Yu was deflated, if the other party was a human, he could still insist on asking, but this soul seed felt like a cold computer to him from the beginning, who would negotiate conditions with the computer?

He asked angrily, "Then how can you show up again now?"

The soul seed replied, "Leaving the world where the receiver is located, his attention to the host will be reduced, and the soul seed will be able to communicate with the host. However, while gifting the host, the inducer also casts a soul mark on the host, so from now on, the soul seed cannot absorb the host's own internal force, otherwise the soul seed will be contaminated by the soul mark. ”

"What?" Ding Yu was a little stunned, "Doesn't that mean that you can't travel to other martial arts worlds in the future?"

"Wrong. The soul seed is still able to absorb the power of the warrior scattered from the opponent's body when the host fights against other warriors. In the battle just now, the host has been informed that thirty-two points of energy have been absorbed, and the current total number of points is thirty-two. ”

Ding Yu reacted immediately, and he said angrily: "It can't be so little! I accumulated more than 12,000 points before the duel with Invite Yue, and I absorbed a few hundred points from the duel with Invite Yue, and it only cost 10,000 points to cross once, and now there should be a few thousand more points, all of which have been swallowed by you?"

The soul seed rightly replied, "Correct." The soul seed had just devoured the remains of a one-time piercing bead, and the energy it had accumulated before was consumed in the process. However, the soul seed's traversing ability has been greatly improved, and only two thousand points of energy will be required for each traversal in the future. ”

Ding Yu almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, which felt like a deposit was swallowed by the bank, and then the ATM told him very calmly: Your deposit is used to improve the banking system, and the service you get in the future will be more humane - how not to be angry. However, when he thought about it carefully, the upgrade reward of the soul seed was basically useless to him now, and the crossing was almost the only need, and since the energy required for the crossing was reduced, it was not too bad a result. So he asked weakly, "Well, what else has changed besides these?"

"The level of the soul seed is now more than thirty, which means that the range of objects that the soul seed absorbs energy has been narrowed down to martial artists with a total of more than thirty individual energy points. Among the host's opponents just now, except for the original cavalry leader, the rest of the people's energy was all below thirty points, so the soul seed only absorbed thirty-two points of energy from the cavalry leader. ”

It means that now the identity is different, so I am starting to be picky eaters, and I refuse to eat trash fish under thirty o'clock, right?