The Legend of Cultivation by Little Mortals

"Hanging Bell Magic Clothes!"

Seeing that Zhang Ye's attack was in the wrong, there was a dark light flashing around the bamboo pole, and a treasure garment was attached to him, wrapping his body tightly like a heavy bell.

Dong dong dong dong dong—with Zhang Ye's full strength and all his actual combat experience, dozens of punches hit the bamboo pole's precious clothes.

Not only did he fail to break the defense, but Zhang Ye's arms were numb and his fists were bleeding from the shock.

The most important thing is that this magic clock is a magical weapon of the magic way, which has joined a kind of soul-stirring array.

Every punch is like urging the ability of this precious garment to affect the spirit.

Boom, boom, boom - listening to this sound, Zhang Ye felt in a trance for a while.

Finally, when the Lingtai remained clear for the last time, Zhang Ye forcibly restrained his fist strength, which caused a shock of true energy.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and with a whoosh, Zhang Yefei ran away.

"Little bastard, you can still run away after being hit by the demon sound! I want you to run away!"

The bamboo pole pursued fiercely, but when the true energy was stimulated, it was discovered that the true energy had been blocked, and there was a faint sign of exhaustion.

"Damn, careless!"

While the bamboo pole was chasing forcefully, with a thought, three pills flew out of the gourd he carried with him.

Here's another chance!

Zhang Ye was always sensing the situation of the battle, so he had no choice but to put all his eggs in one basket.

Even though it was a good opportunity to escape, Zhang Ye turned over and used the Xuankong Meteor Fist—the bamboo pole hated him so much that his teeth itch, this kid is really not ordinary insidious and cunning, he is too good at seizing opportunities!

As a last resort, the true qi of the bamboo pole was exhausted, and he didn't dare to fight recklessly, so he had to hide in the protection of Xuanzhong's magic clothes again, and he didn't even succeed in taking medicine.

Boom—a punch was thrown on the treasure clothes, and the bamboo pole was shaken so that stars appeared in the eyes.

This is because he lacks true energy, and the activation of this third-grade magic weapon is very expensive.

However, Zhang Ye was also agitated by the shock of the punch, and the ringing bell was tantamount to hypnosis for Zhang Ye.

Biting the tip of his tongue hard, Zhang Ye regained consciousness a bit, turned around and continued to run.

He didn't take any medicine last time, so he didn't want to waste his chance this time, so he planned to kill Zhang Ye in one go.

"Die!"

Bamboo pole used the zhenqi after chasing to chase over.

"good chance!"

Zhang Ye, who was running away, threw back a gourd of seven treasures.

The ancient capital——When the bamboo pole came to chase, the gourd sprayed, and the red flying sword came out.

"what!"

The bamboo pole was so frightened that his soul was out of his body, and his head was almost beheaded in the crisis. Fortunately, the speed of the blazing sword is not fast, and the hot wolf is the characteristic.

Kill, kill, kill - the sword light of the blazing sword flickered, releasing suffocating heat waves, hacking and killing around the bamboo pole!

Suddenly—the last time he took drugs, he failed, but this time the bamboo pole hidden in the treasure clothes finally took a elixir.

Dangdangdang——The blazing sword and Xuanzhong's magic clothes fought recklessly, and sparks flew everywhere.

Both parties are third-rank magic weapons, and they are equally important, depending on the application and attributes.

There is no mutual restraint in terms of attributes, but the material of Xuanzhong Magic Clothes conducts heat very quickly.

Dangdangdang—on the one hand, Zhang Ye's eyes were turned white by the sound of the soul-stirring bell, and on the other hand, the bamboo pole was almost roasted by the blazing sword.

"receive!"

Finally, the bamboo pole couldn't hold it anymore, and with a thought, he took away the Xuanzhong magic clothes.

Mentally relaxed, Zhang Ye turned around and ran away again.

"You want to run again, die."

In complete rage, the bamboo pole whose hair and beard started to catch fire pursued again.

But he fell for it again.

Just after chasing, Zhang Ye threw the Seven Treasure Gourd over again.

"what the hell?"

When the bamboo pole felt bad, the Seven Treasure Gourd Ancient Capital spewed out a rhubarb dog.

Xiaobao sensed that Zhang Ye was in danger, jumped out and opened his mouth, and sprayed a puff of wolf poison smoke towards the bamboo pole.

Xiao Bao, who was almost stretched earlier, felt relieved after spraying the undigested smoke, and went back to sleep in the gourd.

"what--"

The bamboo pole was finally planted this time, surrounded by a large cloud of Wolf's Poison smoke, and he inhaled too much of it due to his scattered breath.

The inner body was corroded, and the bamboo pole screamed: "Why do you have the wolf's poison smoke from the short junior brother?"

"I want you to manage."

Zhang Ye charged back again, Xuankong Meteor Fist—touch—and wanted to summon the bamboo pole of the Xuanzhong Magic Clothes, but was punched and flew around in the air, spitting blood.

And the Xuanzhong Magic Clothes that had just risen had not yet been unfolded, and Zhang Ye immediately punched him.

Touch—the magic clothes of Xuanzhong couldn't reach the body of the bamboo pole, and Zhang Ye punched it and fell down.

"If you have you, you will be number one. We will meet you in the future!"

Bamboo Pole, who was seriously injured, didn't dare to come back to grab the magic clothes. He used his inertia to spray another mouthful of blood, forcibly stimulated his body's potential, and after performing the disintegration of the demon, he ran away in the opposite direction.

"Can you run, Xuankong Meteor Fist—"

Zhang Ye threw a kite-like Meteor Fist in pursuit with a harmless appearance.

Ping—the fist chased a long distance, and another punch beat the fleeing bamboo pole into a scream.

It's just that Zhang Ye was also exhausted, after all, he didn't have enough strength to keep this demon disciple who was determined to run away, but this punch knocked off the gourd on the bamboo pole.

The bamboo pole just wanted to run away, but of course even the gourd didn't dare to come back to summon it, and finally disappeared. . .

He dropped to the ground and took a look. When the hanging bell magic clothes were not unfolded, it looked like a pitch-black bell.

At this time, the bamboo pole had already fled, the distance was too far, and the sensory connection with Xuanzhong's magic clothes was broken, and the magic clothes seemed to be asleep.

Zhang Ye picked it up and researched it. It should be a good stuff?

No matter, put it away first, let the elder sister help erase the spiritual imprint inside in the future, or keep it for Xiaobao to eat.

Put the Blazing Sword and Hanging Bell Magic Clothes in the gourd and hide them.

Zhang Ye picked up the gourd knocked off the bamboo pole.

This gourd is not good, it's just a gourd with four treasures. After all, Zhang Ye has the power of wearing a gourd with seven treasures when he practiced Qi, which is unique.

The vitality of the Four Treasure Gourd was particularly fragile, and it was almost dead after being hit by Zhang Ye's last punch.

Before the gourd died, it lost its space mana, chug chug chug — this dying four-treasure gourd, crazily spewed out its loot.

It took a long time to stop, Zhang Ye looked at the dazzling array of items, completely dumbfounded, this bamboo pole is really a rich man?

Touch—at the last moment, an overwhelming piece of soil fell down, almost burying Zhang Ye.

Fragrant soil smell, sufficient spiritual energy, Zhang Ye picked up some soil to check, that's right, this student with a bamboo pole is carrying a third-grade spiritual field with him.

Currently, Zhang Ye's favorite thing is Tian.

Excited at the moment, he moved all the third-grade soil into the Seven Treasure Gourd.

After checking one side, there are now a total of eight acres of third-grade fields.

Now, there is enough space for the golden buds to grow again.

After tossing the medicine field, the buried objects on the ground were revealed.

Among them are two jade pots, each of which contains thirty Juyuan pills, and two pots of sixty pills.

This kind of elixir is a relatively basic second-grade elixir. Strictly speaking, it is not so precious to those who have already established a foundation. Undoubtedly a great fortune.

After so many hard battles, Zhang Yeshen understood the importance of the elixir, but he was reluctant to take it and saved it for life-saving.

Get rich by accident this time, so you don't have to be so nervous in the future.

After collecting sixty pills into the gourd, Zhang Ye continued to check the spoils.

It's really hard to figure out that this obviously not very powerful person actually carries three third-rank flying swords in total.

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