In order to prevent the sword from being too conspicuous, Mo Ye jumped off the sword and forced it into the Qiankun bag. He only heard a scoff, the Qiankun bag was stabbed in a hole.
Mo Ye: "..."
I had to wrap the sword on my back with spare clothes. It was so colorful and funny. The sword seemed to utter a whine. Is she ringing in her ears
Mengfang City, because it was built by casual repairs, is much bolder and bolder than those of the true repairers. The huge stones are piled together without careful carving, and it looks like a giant's toy from a distance.
This is a mixed place, and for people like her with stains on their backs, there will be a lot less trouble here.
Of course, Mo Ye thought so, fell in front of the gate of Mengfang City, just about to walk into the gate...
"Stop! Go over there to register!!" The guard at the city gate yelled at her unceremoniously.
Only then did Mo Ye notice that there was a small table beside the city gate. Behind the table was a concentrating mid-term female nun. She looked good, with willow leaf brows and phoenix eyes, her complexion like honey, her head high in a bun, and a stick inserted diagonally above it. Hosta, no matter who walked in front of her, she just glanced lazily, not looking closely.
But it was so, Mo Ye was more cautious, tearing a corner of the clothes in Qiankun's bag, and covering his face to block the black mark of betrayal.
Of course, the female cultivator also didn't even look at her, and asked lazily: "Have you been to Mengfang City before?"
Mo Ye: "No."
"Well, a middle-grade spirit stone." The sister Shi Shiran stretched out her hand.
Mo Ye was startled, and asked, "Just enter the door and need a middle-grade spirit stone?"
The female cultivator frowned impatiently and raised her eyebrows, and said: "What the hell, a middle-grade spirit stone is only the money for two low-level pills, can it not even have this?!"
Mo Ye is really not there. She doesn't understand the prices of this world. She thought that the little lover, as the head disciple, would have to leave some money for her.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Zifan was a miser. She originally thought that eight low-grade spirit stones would be considered small spoilers. Now it seems that she can't even afford a lollipop.
The female cultivator waited for a while, saw no one answering, raised her head again, and reprimanded: "I can't get a middle-grade spirit stone?! Then hurry away! Meng Fangcheng is not allowed to beg!!"
Mo Ye: "..."
"Next!"
Mo Ye was pushed aside by the people behind. He was a man of five big and three thick, with a big palm, Mo Ye's petite body was like a little rabbit.
The man turned his head and grinned at her, "Sister, you let your brother pull your little hand and kiss your little mouth, and brother will get this middle-grade spiritual stone for you."
"What nonsense!" The nun slammed the table and opened her hands again, "Two middle-grade spirit stones."
"Don't you want a piece?" The man stared at eyes like round copper bells.
The female trimmed her pretty eyebrows and raised her eyebrows, "I said two yuan is two yuan, and if you don't pay it, you will get out!"
The man knew that the female cultivator was deliberately making things difficult for him, and he stared for a while, or obediently patted two middle-grade spirit stones on the female cultivator's hands, and led the jade plaque into the city gate.
Before entering, he turned his head, seeing that Mo Ye was still looking at him, his frustration turned into joy, Chong Mo Ye blinked happily, "Sister, brother is waiting for you in the city, don't let Brother waited too long."
Mo Ye: "..."
The world of comprehension respects the strong, but few people sympathize with the weak.
At this time, naturally there will be no heroes or other characters, and generously donate to help her solve this urgent need.
Mo Ye watched for a while, then turned and left. She couldn't fly anymore. The Qi refining period was actually only a star and a half stronger than a mortal. The poor aura was exhausted and dried up, and she couldn't fly anymore.
Reading from Mo’er’s memory, when she was a disciple of the Outer Sect of Xiangshengmen, she was often organized to beat small beasts near the gate, get some fur and spirit bones, and exchange some low-grade spirit stones with villagers in the surrounding villages. Used to contribute to martial arts.
Of course, the rest of the contribution sect was exploited by Zhu Zifan on the grounds of custody, and Mo'er was just a job for nothing.
Mo Ye never thought that starting from scratch would start from such a low starting point. She was a dignified symbol of the killer of the Dark Night Death, but it was useless here.
In a rage, he went into Congli Valley on the edge of Mengfang City and killed the hare, pheasant and wild dog inside without leaving a piece of armor.
……
Three days passed quickly. Facing those innocent rabbits, pheasants and wild dogs, Mo Ye was invincible, supplemented by aura, and invented leaf picking and flying flowers, melee combat turned into a long-range attack, sweeping large areas of woods was soft.
In the end, she couldn't fit her universe bag long ago, and she simply carried it on her back.
Fortunately, I met a hunter during the period and bought all the prey she killed. A total of forty-one low-grade spirit stones were said to be at the price of a young man.
Mo Ye used the Cleansing Technique to clean up the blood on his body, and found a place to sit cross-legged. The aura here was much richer than outside. After running his mind for a week, his fatigue and fatigue were wiped out.
It stands to reason that whether she is hunting or meditating, she is part of her cultivation, but after three days, her cultivation has remained at the sixth level of Qi refining, and she hasn't made any progress.
Is she too impatient? After all, Mo'er has only advanced one level for more than ten years...
It is said that if you are too impatient, it is not easy to practice. Refining Qi, concentrating, building foundations, forming alchemy... There will be a long road in the future, which is a process that tests patience.
Suddenly, the ground under his feet trembled violently, and the birds in the mountains and forests flew into the air, covering the sky for a moment.
"Oh!!!" A howl of a beast came from the depths of the valley, and the echo hit the mountain wall, causing people's eardrums to ache, and my heart bursts with nausea.
Immediately afterwards, there was another howl, which was even more angry and irritable than the one just now.
Is it because someone is challenging the beast in the deep valley
Mo Ye thought about it for a while, then used a cloth towel to cover her face tightly before leaning into the valley carefully.
After walking through several small hills, as expected, a group of monks had pushed a green mane beast into the corner on the side of the deep valley, and the battle was in full swing.
The root mane of the green mane beast is as sharp as a rapier. At this moment, it has been stained with blood, and there is still a little bit of flesh, the mane is a little broken, and one of the eyes has been pierced. Ran resisted.
Numerous cracks have been stepped on the ground under its feet, and three or four corpses lying horizontally, sliding into the gap with the tremor.
The heavy claws flicked into the air, and a monk who was flying in midair without time to escape was cut through his chest. With a bang, his claws slammed on the ground, and the monk's corpse was completely wiped out.
"Wow!!!" The green mane beast's mouth was opened, blood flowed fiercely like a waterfall, and it roared up to the sky, and its uninjured eyes were bloody red.