The spirited and scattered ancient immortal cheats corpses in the world of self-cultivation

Chapter 143 The Sixth Mission - The Heavenly Ranking Auction 52
If it was as simple as standing alone, Butanol would not be so anxious to return to defense.

After all, the grade of Mo Yiyi's car is there. Even if there is any danger, Mo Yiyi will be fine in a short time.

The most important reason why he returned to defense so sloppily was that this person was not only standing on the canopy, but he was also picking out the dzi beads on the canopy with a magic weapon!

We can't wait any longer!
Butan's long sword swept across, and the opponent couldn't let Butan's sword cut on him, so he quickly backed away, flipped down from the canopy, and met Mo Yiyi's eyes.

Mo Yiyi hadn't figured out the situation yet, and the figure disappeared when he saw him. After returning to the defense, Butan didn't find his whereabouts, so he could only tell Mo Yiyi in the end.

"That little thief was standing on the canopy just now, trying to pick off the ornaments on it."

Mo Yiyi blinked her eyes, then was shocked.

doing what?Why pick her canopy? ? ?
But after thinking about it, she understood again.

That's right, dzi beads are expensive, and if you pick one off, its value is no less than the price of second-grade materials. After such a calculation, it seems that picking dzi beads is more cost-effective!
But why let others covet your own things!
Mo Yiyi had realized at this moment that although his canopy car is convenient, it can easily become a good thing in the eyes of others. If he meets others again, it is very likely that he will get into trouble!
So Mo Yiyi took out the cushion again, climbed up and finished it, then rummaged in his storage compartment, and instructed Butanol while rummaging.

"Get rid of those scorpions first."

As soon as she finished speaking, she took out an umbrella with a red background and gold pattern, and a very plain blue dzi hairpin.

She inserted the dzi hairpin into her hair, and then took out a low-grade spirit stone and touched the blue dzi on it.

The magic circle engraved in the dzi bead was activated, and the aura in the low-grade spirit stone quickly drained, and was finally absorbed by that bead!

Afterwards, Mo Yiyi put away the things on the table, flew out of the canopy car, and opened the umbrella with red background and gold pattern when it was exposed to strong light.

After the umbrella is opened, it automatically expands to the extent that it can accommodate four people to enjoy the cool air, and then it is suspended in the air. Under the cover of the umbrella, all direct sunlight is blocked. In addition, the constant temperature magic circle depicted in the blue dzi bead, It's getting cooler under the little umbrella.

Mo Yiyi turned back to put away his canopy car, and then focused on watching Butan's battle again.

Butanol dealt with those scorpions almost one by one.

If it wasn't for the fear of destroying the appearance of these scorpions, he would not be able to sell them at a good price in the future, and his speed could be even faster!
There were more than 30 scorpions in this litter, but Butanol solved it in a short time.

Putting the scorpions away, Butanol is back under the umbrella.

Mo Yiyi put all his food and drink on the cushion, and Butanol was not polite, he should eat and drink, and after eating and drinking, he began to deal with the dead skin on his body.

After it was almost torn, I told Mo Yiyi.

"He might come again."

Mo Yiyi's attire, food and clothing costs, no matter how you look at it, he is the golden sheep among the fat sheep, the kind who will lose money if he doesn't grab it easily.

Since he has already appeared once, he will definitely come again in the future.

Mo Yiyi also thought of this, but she wasn't worried at all.

Just those things in her storage compartment, it’s no problem to take them out and blow up the island. Isn’t it easy to deal with some thieves who want her things?
However, Butanol hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"The root of a sword cultivator comes from himself. The sword in his hand is what a sword cultivator can rely on. If Junior Sister Mo really wants to gain experience on this island, it's best not to rely too much on external things."

I'm fine, why can't I rely on external things?
Mo Yiyi almost subconsciously refuted such a sentence in her heart, but when she finished thinking about it, she suddenly froze.

Seeing that Mo Yiyi didn't respond, Butan hesitated a little, wondering if he should continue.

But looking at the food and drink on the cushion, he gritted his teeth and added.

"Elder Wu Yao is a monk at the Mahayana stage, and your master, Sister Mo, is also a sword cultivator at the sword baby stage. They all grew up through the hardships of life and death. Sword cultivators don't meditate casually. We can only grow on the line of life and death."

So, don't fall into the honor of being a teacher!
Butan didn't say the last word, because he felt that it was not suitable for him to say.

In his eyes, Mo Yiyi is a delicate golden goat. The golden goat has given him money, and he is willing to protect the golden goat, and he is willing to risk his life.

After all, in order to obtain cultivation resources, which monk would not risk his life?It's not shameful to be Mo Yiyi's younger brother, not to mention that Mo Yiyi is not a difficult master. Her master and master, one is in the sword baby stage, and the other is in the Mahayana stage. The elders of the master's school still protect her very much. Being a younger brother is actually of little use.

With more money and less work, I can still follow the elders of the sect and learn what they taught Mo Yiyi. Butan and the others cherish this opportunity very much!
He was able to say this today because he had gained too much in the past year, no matter how thick-skinned he was, he still couldn't hold it anymore.

So he persuaded Mo Yiyi to say this, of course, he would only persuade Mo Yiyi this time.

After all, Mo Yiyi is a fake spiritual root, and everyone who follows Mo Yiyi knows it.

A pseudo-spiritual root, no matter how hard it is, has no future.

So why not live comfortably forever?

After all, Mo Yiyi has no shortage of spirit stones, and is so rich that he has a master from the sword baby stage and a master from the Mahayana stage.

With such a hard foundation, why not live happily?
A hundred years is only a short time for a monk, and the people around Mo Yiyi are willing to pamper her so that she can live happily for a hundred years.

It's just that, after all, it's still a bit difficult to calm down.

With such good resources and such a good starting point, why can't we work harder and fight for our future?

That's all Ding Qin said, after eating and drinking, he sat on his flying sword, and asked Mo Yiyi with a smile.

"Junior Sister Mo, where are we going next?"

Mo Yiyi paused, then casually added the eaten fruit, speaking naturally.

"Let's find other people, you're right, it's time for me to practice."

Mo Yiyi suddenly remembered the conversation between Wu Yao and Butan before entering the island.

'The sword in your hand is sharp! '

Butan looked at Wu Yao confidently and gave his answer.

'certainly! '

Wu Yao didn't ask her, but she thought about it now.

The sword in her hand is sharp!
Thinking of the golden bump, Mo Yiyi clenched his teeth.

As a sword cultivator, her natal sword is still a pimple! !

Mo Yiyi took out the golden bump from the storage compartment, and put his hands on it, the feeling of being connected by blood, and the pleasure of being close to it rushed over his face.

It wasn't until he touched the golden bump again that Mo Yiyi suddenly realized that what he lacked was made up for!
She had indeed been emptied of most of her natal aura, but these natal auras did not disappear, they just existed around her in another form.

And not long ago, she was still very resistant to this golden bump, because it was it that made her shrink so much!
It was also the first time for Butan to see Mo Yiyi's natal sword embryo, so he couldn't help but take a second look.

"The golden natal sword is very rare."

Mo Yiyi clumsily input the spiritual power in his body into the sword, and began to wash it with his own spiritual power.

She acted clumsily, but after hearing Butan's words, her heart jumped for joy.

"It's the materials my master collected for me, and the gems turned from the wisdom fruit!"

Yes, the golden sword is a material her master specially found for her, just because she likes it!

This is a sword she likes, it is made of materials she likes, it contains more than half of her natal spiritual power, and it is a part of her body!

So she said.

"It must be very powerful in the future, I like it very much, and I have prepared many gems for it, which can be replaced!"

Butanol nodded and said too.

"I know that there are still many scabbards. With Guanshi Wu and Elder Wu Yao on your back, you ordered a lot of beautiful scabbards with Guanshi Yang."

That's right, Mo Yiyi was so looking forward to having a natal sword!

Mo Yiyi used her spiritual power to scour the golden lump for the second time, and every time she scoured, it seemed that she had a little more hope for her natal sword.

Butan saw that she was serious about what she was doing. As someone who had experienced it, he thought about it and said.

"Sword embryos are like this. You have to keep washing with your spiritual power. After it adapts to your spiritual power, it will become the most suitable for you. At that time, you can practice sword moves and kill enemies with it. , use more, it will become more suitable for you."

While speaking, Butan also showed Mo Yiyi his natal sword.

"You see, my natal sword is actually not double-edged, but single-edged, and the blade has a certain curvature. It is not so much a sword as it is a relatively narrow knife. Our natal swords are actually different. Everyone's is different, and they will become what suits us best, not what the world has set for us."

He stared at Butan's natal sword, and it was just as he said, it was a single-edged sword, and the blade had a certain curvature, which was different from a straight sword, but it was sharp and shiny. Brother Ding took good care of it.

Inexplicably, Mo Yiyi looked forward to his natal sword even more.

what will it becomeWill there be some 'weird' changes too?
After talking about his own, Butan also used Fang Jiaohong as an example.

"Actually, Junior Sister Fang's epee is also different. Her epee is double-edged, but the edge of the blade is fine-toothed, and it's not that sharp. It hurts when you cut someone and pull it, and it will take away a large piece of it." Flesh is not light in weight, it can be said to be a big killer!"

Mo Yiyi really didn't observe carefully, after all, in her eyes, Senior Sister Fang's and Senior Sister Yao's epees are similar, they both look very big and heavy.

Butan seemed to know what Mo Yiyi was thinking, and now he was talking about Senior Sister Yao.

"Senior Sister Yao's epee is much better. Her epee only has a blood slot, and the tip is in the shape of a cross arrow. If you have fought against her, you will find that the tip of her epee can be ejected, especially insidious!"

After talking about himself and his two senior sisters, Ding Qin naturally talked about Senior Brother Kun.

"Senior Brother Kun's sword is much more normal, without so many fancy changes, it is just an ordinary sword. But in fact, Senior Brother Kun has two swords, and he, like your master, uses two swords! Unexpectedly Well, Senior Brother Kun’s natal sword can actually be divided into two. I only found out when I was exchanging lessons with Senior Brother Kun. Senior Brother Kun’s second sword is very light. Attached to the body of the sword without a hilt, it is completely controlled by Senior Brother Kun’s thoughts, so it can appear and disappear like a ghost, especially powerful!”

Butan introduced the natal swords of the four younger brothers around Mo Yiyi, and then told Mo Yiyi again.

"So, don't look at it like it is now. It will look better in the future. It's beautiful and practical. It's very good."

It wasn't until this time that Mo Yiyi realized belatedly that Butan had realized that he was actually somewhat resistant to the natal sword at the beginning.

Mo Yiyi's heart warmed, and she accepted Butan Qin's kindness.

After finishing what he had to say, Butan planned to continue practicing swords outside the umbrella to sharpen his physique.

It's just that as soon as he came out of Yujian, he noticed something strange behind him. Looking back, Mo Yiyi was putting away all the food and drink on the cushion, and then the umbrella was also put away.

The hot light directly shone on her body, but Mo Yiyi slowly took off all the accessories on her head and the ones she was wearing, and finally took out Jianzong's disciple uniform, and the change was completed with one hand.

Butan Qin was a little dazed, and didn't say anything until Mo Yiyi finished changing and put away all the changed clothes.

"Actually, you can under the umbrella..."

Mo Yiyi sat listlessly on the cushion, feeling extremely uncomfortable from being roasted, with his hand still resting on the sword embryo, even the speed at which the spiritual power was flushed into it slowed down.

She reached out and touched her face, facing such exposure without any protection, her face was also becoming dry.

Mo Yiyi is a spirit, her appearance is transformed by the spiritual power of her life, although the transformed skin is exactly the same as that of the human race, but in essence, it is still transformed by spiritual power.

The flesh, bones, and tendons of the human race can become stronger and stronger due to continuous exercise and drugs.

But how to strengthen spiritual power?
So no matter how hard Mo Yiyi endured, how many sword moves he practiced, and how many medicinal baths he took, they were all doing useless work.

Her natal spiritual power is only so much, it will neither increase nor deteriorate, all efforts are in vain.

Mo Yiyi thought so before, and he still thinks so now.

So she joined Jianzong and received Jianzong's disciple token and Jianzong's disciple uniform, but she was still her, wearing her Chinese clothes, jewelry and attire that were incompatible with Jianzong, because she felt that Jianzong Zong's disciples were ugly.

But now, she is still her, but she holds the natal sword that looks like a golden bump, puts on what she thinks is ugly Jianzong disciple clothes, sits on her gorgeous cushion, and accepts the high temperature roasting.

The face was wrinkled, oily, and reddened by the high temperature, hard scabs appeared, and finally turned into burnt red.

She 'cooks' faster than butanol.

　I can't write anymore...

　　I feel that the plot in my mind can't keep up with the speed of coding...

　　I looked at the outline of what events I wrote about what will happen, some, some links are not available QAQ
　　How do those masters who change the number of words every month do it, so that they can keep up with the plot without jumping day by day?Did you refine the outline in advance and make preparations in advance?

　　Oh my god, I have to think about it carefully and refine the outline first. This kind of outline that only writes a rough outline is no longer suitable for me...

　　This feeling is a little novel, my God~
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