As soon as he left Qiankun Pavilion, Ye Chen was dragged away by Xiong Er who appeared out of nowhere.
"You came out of nowhere and dragged me to where you are!"
"I'll show you something nice." Xiong Erpo blinked his eyes.
Being dragged along by Xiong Er, Ye Chen was brought to Lingguo Garden.
Speaking of which, this was Ye Chen's first time visiting the Heng Yue Sect's Lingguo Garden.
When he walked in, the first thing he saw was the shining spiritual fruits hanging on a thick spiritual fruit tree. They revealed the fruit's thought and exuded the aura of the spirit. He looked at it with eyes wide open. Bright.
When the two of them walked in, Tang Ruxuan, a disciple of the Spiritual Fruit Garden, had already picked several plates of spiritual fruits and treated Ye Chen kindly.
Of course, Ye Chen would not be polite. He took a bite of the spirit fruit and then looked at Xiong Er, "Where is the good thing you mentioned?"
"Look over there." Xiong Er said, not forgetting to point not far away.
Hearing this, Ye Chen looked in the direction Xiong Er pointed.
Only then did he realize that there was a man in black standing under a spiritual fruit tree not far away. He was not old, he was a young man. He stood there motionless like a javelin.
"Who is that! Why haven't I seen it before?" Ye Chen looked at Xiong Er and Tang Ruxuan in confusion.
"He is a puppet." Tang Ruxuan put her hands on the stone table, holding her plump chin, "Master brought it back from the inner gate yesterday, and said it was going to be used to guard the spiritual orchard."
"Puppet?" Ye Chen was stunned.
"It's a good thing, right!" Xiong Er chuckled and took a big bite of the spirit fruit.
"Then I have to take a look." Ye Chen patted his butt and ran over.
When he came to the puppet, he touched his chin and looked up and down at the puppet in front of him. From this puppet, he could not feel any monk's breath, and the puppet's face was stiff, its eyes were empty, and there was no trace of emotion. fluctuations.
"It's exactly as the rumors say." He had heard of the puppet as early as when he was collecting intelligence in the Zhengyang Sect.
The so-called puppet is a kind of murder weapon refined with special mysterious methods. They have no emotions and thoughts, so they are cold-blooded. Once they identify the target, they will not stop unless the caster stops them.
Stretching out his hand, he tapped the puppet lightly.
Pound pound pound!
The body of this puppet seems to be made of metal and is very hard.
"How about it, it's very fresh!" Xiong Er walked over holding a spiritual fruit, "In the wilderness test, there were puppets like this, but they were human-level puppets. In terms of strength, they were equivalent to those of monks. Human Yuan Realm.”
"Human level? So there are higher levels?"
"Of course." Xiong Er nodded, "Above the human level is the Xuan level. The Xuan level puppet is equivalent to the monk's True Yang realm. Above the Xuan level is the Earth level. The Earth level puppet is equivalent to the monk's Spiritual Void realm. The Earth level puppet is equivalent to the monk's Spiritual Void realm. Above the level is the heaven level. I heard from my old uncle that our Hengyue Sect also has a heaven level puppet, which is equivalent to the monk's realm of the sky and the underworld."
"Really?" Ye Chen was surprised.
"I heard that this is the case. My old uncle is too low-level and has never seen it with his own eyes."
"Miss Ruxuan, who controls this puppet." Ye Chen looked at Tang Ruxuan who was aside, "Can you let me try his strength?"
"This is not easy." Before Tang Ruxuan could speak, Xiong Er stuffed the remaining spiritual fruit into his arms, then looked at a spiritual fruit on the tree and plucked it with his hand.
Suddenly, Ye Chen noticed a flash of light in the dull eyes of the puppet in front of him.
Immediately, he moved and chased Xiong Er.
"Come on, I'll take you for a few laps." Xiong Er had already run out, and the puppet was chasing after him. The speed was not very fast, but it would definitely not stop until it caught up with Xiong Er.
"The puppet has the idea of action?" Ye Chen looked at Tang Ruxuan in surprise.
"Of course not." Tang Ruxuan showed two small tiger teeth, "He was controlled by artificial magic, and the purpose of him being placed in this Lingguo Garden is to guard the Lingguo Garden. The master has carved a restriction on him in advance. Once someone Stealing the spirit fruit will trigger the restriction in his body, and he will chase and expel him on his own."
"Then if he can't catch up with Xiong Er, will he keep chasing him?"
"Of course not. If Xiong Er runs out of the Spiritual Orchard, he will stop chasing him. Of course, there is another way, which is to cast a spell to make him stop."
As she said that, Tang Ruxuan had already moved her handprints. It seemed that the puppet was controlled by her.
Soon, the puppet that was still chasing Xiong Er not far away stopped immediately, and was then called back to it by Tang Ruxuan.
"Try his strength!" Tang Ruxuan's handprints changed.
Immediately, the puppet standing like a javelin suddenly moved, took a step forward, raised his hand and struck at Ye Chen with a palm.
Seeing this, Ye Chen advanced instead of retreating, and Ben Lei struck him out with a palm.
pound!
The sound of metal colliding was very clear, and the puppet was knocked back by his palm.
But soon, the puppet rushed over again. Although the attack was stiff, if the caster didn't stop, he would attack endlessly.
"It's really mysterious." Ye Chen exclaimed, and also estimated that his strength was not very strong during the duel with the puppet.
"He is considered a low-level human-level puppet." Tang Ruxuan explained, "Because the materials used to refine him are too inferior. If the materials used to refine him are of a higher level and given him the ability to perform mystical arts, his strength will be different. ”
"Puppets can also perform mystical arts?" Ye Chen was surprised.
"Yes." Tang Ruxuan answered affirmatively, "But such a puppet requires extremely high flexibility and hardness of the material, otherwise it will be easy to injure itself by the mystical arts. And to give him the ability to perform the mystical arts, all that needs to be in his body The restrictions on the brand are also extremely cumbersome. Even if he is given the ability to perform mystical arts, his strength will be lower than that of monks of the same level. After all, they have no thoughts."
"Good stuff, really good stuff." Ye Chen touched his chin, thinking to himself that if he had a powerful puppet, it would feel good.
Here, Xiong Er poked Ye Chen with his finger, winked and smiled mischievously, "Do you want to get one?"
"Can I get this?" Ye Chen's eyes lit up.
"Of course." Xiong Er blinked his little eyes, "They are sold in Wanbao Pavilion."
"Will this puppet be sold?" Ye Chen was startled.
Here, Xiong Er has already stretched out two chubby fingers, "Human-level puppet, one with three hundred thousand spirit stones."
"Three...three hundred thousand." Hearing the price, Ye Chen couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva despite his determination.
"Three hundred thousand is not a small amount, but it's not difficult for you, right?" Xiong Er patted Ye Chen's shoulder thoughtfully, "You are a great alchemist, you can just refine a pill at will. A few thousand is nothing more than spending some extra time.”
"A human-level puppet has limited strength. If I spend 300,000 spirit stones to buy one, why do I feel so shortchanged?" Ye Chen clicked his tongue.
"You know what the heck! A puppet has no mind or soul, it is just a killing weapon. Even though it is a human-level puppet, it can save people's lives at critical moments. At least it won't be a problem to block the enemy's killing blow, right?"
Ye Chen rolled his eyes and felt that what Xiong Er said was reasonable.
A puppet is just a tool. It has no thoughts and does not feel pain or itching. Even if it is smashed to pieces by someone's palm, it will not matter. If you put it in front of you as a human shield in a crisis, it may not be a good way to protect yourself.
"Five hundred thousand." Ye Chen touched his chin, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and murmured, "A little bit?"