In the end, the practitioner seemed to have made up his mind. The look on his face looked like he was ready to take the biggest risk of his life.

"Mud death...... Houzi?"

He asked in a low voice.

Bobo was a little confused...... The tone of the man's voice was familiar and intimate. This made it involuntarily think: Could it be that this person has not been changing from a monkey to a human for a short time, so the accent has not changed?

It's a possibility, it looked at each other and thought. Although he wears a hood and his hair is not visible, the rest of the exposed parts, such as his face and hands, show that the man's hair is heavy and similar in color to that of a monkey...... Speaking of which, although the copper box said that people are monkeys, it did not say how it changed. It didn't take long for this person to change, maybe he knew?

Bobo didn't speak, just kept looking at each other with curious eyes. The practitioner gradually relaxed.

"After the mud dies, Tsushima does not pout the mud and does not die...... Afraid of the sea, there is no oil malice. ”

Bobo frowned. Although the tone of this man's speech was kind, there was a greedy light in his eyes. What's more, he was tiptoeing closer to it as he spoke......

Bobo wasn't afraid. In its opinion, this person was just a novice cultivator, not to mention that the distance between them was not short enough to launch a surprise attack. However, just as Bobo was pondering how to ask the other party's origin, a puff of black smoke suddenly erupted from the man's cuff and shot straight towards Bobo......

Bobo screamed, jumped onto a small tree beside him, then jumped somersault onto another, and then jumped left and right into the depths of the canopy.

Convinced that it was safe for the time being, it looked back at what was behind it. It was only then that it realized that the black smoke just now was actually a large net made of extremely thin metal wire. And on the small tree where it had just temporarily stood, countless black spider-like materials also hung down...... Obviously, the purpose of this man is to catch him.

"Oh buy ga, Kungfumonkey?"

Seeing the wave flee nimbly, the man sighed in amazement.

Bobo didn't know what a "kung fu monkey" was, but even if he did, he would dismiss this kind of argument -- what is kung fu? It is the first monkey in ancient and modern Chinese and foreign cultivation! These novice cultivators...... Ming can't play it, so he thinks about some bad tricks to catch it, it's too much!

"Gah, Lord...... Daben eggs. ”

It emerged from the canopy, baring its teeth and screaming.

"Watts, will the sea of mud lock the talk?"

The man's face was even more delighted. A monkey who can practice, a monkey who can do kung fu, a monkey who can talk...... It must have something to do with the mysterious base he was trying to explore. If the information is not wrong, that base is full of cultivators, and if it is discovered, his little life will not be saved. However, if this monkey can be caught, and with a little proper falsehood, perhaps even if this errand is overcome, it may be highly rewarded for obtaining the other party's important research results...... Such an opportunity cannot be missed.

What's more, this monkey actually stopped to talk to him after escaping his plot, which is really stupid. It's like an invitation for him to keep catching it.

"I regret my mistakes. He walked to the bottom of the tree and said with a smile, "The nest is just a laugh...... Whew!"

After deciding to teach the other party a lesson, Bobo had already secretly used a carrying technique to get a few stones. Seeing that the other party was sent under the tree without knowing whether he was alive or dead, of course he would not let go of such a good opportunity. For it, though, this is not a real attack at all. Smashing a few rocks is at best just a means to provoke the other party and make the other party despise their true strength, and to warm up.

After the cultivator covered his head and withdrew from the bottom of the tree, he was really furious. Still, he had a smile on his face.

"It's fun to pout in the mud, OK, the nest bends, Artemisia horses, understand the horse, bend ......"

As he spoke, he cautiously approached the tree as he tilted his head to notice Bobo's movements. Finally, he leaped into the tree like an arrow, and threw himself straight at Bobo's hideout.

Bobo had already taken precautions, seeing the cultivator rushing straight up, a stone was thrown out of his hand and smashed head-on, and the cultivator was also on guard, as soon as Bobo moved, his talisman had already been opened. The stone was crumbled to the side, only slightly slowing his speed.

Bobo let out a loud "quack" and "whoosh" and jumped deep into the canopy. A rope shot out of the cultivator's cuff again, like a nimble poisonous snake, almost entangled Bobo's hind legs.

"Little Houzi, hold back. ”

The cultivator muttered as he chased Bobo into the dense canopy. Of course, this is Bobo's old trick. Once a practitioner enters the canopy, they cannot continue to cast the talisman charm, as that would greatly hinder their mobility. And once they remove the talisman charm, it will be equivalent to giving Bobo an opportunity to take advantage of. This monk also took the same path. In his opinion, even if a monkey can cultivate, its level is limited -- didn't it just hit him with a stone? This means that it has no means of attacking at all. There is no great danger if you don't open the amulet.

However, this little monkey is indeed a bit difficult. It scurried around in the canopy, and its movements were too nimble, and it was difficult to cast any spell at such a high speed in the canopy. Now there seems to be no better way but to speed yourself up a little more, a little faster......

Bobo just wants him to be fast.

Soon, under the pressure of the cultivators, Bobo jumped onto a thick branch. However, after running a few steps along the branch, it stopped, turned to face the practitioner, and had a terrified expression on its face: if it continued to run along the branch, it would run all the way out of the canopy, and the practitioner was in hot pursuit, and it was impossible to retreat......

The cultivator also saw Bobo's predicament clearly, and his face couldn't help but show a hint of pride, and his feet suddenly increased his strength......

"Knock", "Boom", "Pop", "Oh", "Brush", "Uh", "Prickly", "Ah", "Bang", "Vomit"......

Each strange cry and strange sound corresponded to every step the practitioner took when he crashed into the Bobo amulet and fell down the tall tree, and even after he lay on his back on all fours on the thick fallen leaves under the tree, the sounds did not completely end. The cultivator stared blankly at the trees and sky above him, completely unaware of how he had come down. But before he could successfully organize his thoughts, a monkey face appeared in his field of vision.

"Gurgling. ”

Bobo hung upside down on a branch on one leg, scratching his nose and grimacing at the monks below.

The practitioner struggled to get up and cast a severe curse on Bobo in the dual name of God and Demon. However, he himself knew that this spell only worked in some unreliable folklore, and if he wanted to deal with this monkey, he had to think of other tricks.