Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 482 Exchange
Lu Ye landed from the air.

Most of the dozen people turned their heads to take a look, then lowered their eyes.

In fact, everyone is dressed the same, with masks covering their faces and cloaks covering their bodies, leaving only their eyes exposed, which is not worth looking at for long.

But there were also a few people who, although they did not look up, their spiritual senses had already silently swept towards Lu Ye.

Lu Ye has been traveling masked many times. This place is indeed a gathering of cultivators for robbery, as there are people who are so brazen as to test it with their spiritual sense.

Jie Xiu is so blatantly aggressive.

If the person being probed cannot resist, his true identity will be exposed, and his true appearance, facial features and abilities will be completely discovered.

"Ok?"

Lu Ye was not surprised.

He dared to attend the gathering of robbery cultivators today, so he had naturally made preparations.

But he saw the spiritual body in his sea of ​​consciousness shining brightly, his spiritual consciousness was operating, the light of the Jingjue Hunyuan Thorn was released, and a green light was flowing around his body, ready to be released.

Those probing spiritual consciousnesses were like moths to a flame when they crashed into it.

A few spiritual senses were retracted as soon as they touched it, and Lu Ye also stopped there.

However, there is still a spiritual consciousness that perseveres and increases its investment when encountering obstacles.

"Huh? There are still people who are so ungrateful?"

Lu Ye was furious, and the light of shock surged, and the man's extended consciousness was immediately cut off and swallowed.

"what……"

One of the dozen people was originally sitting cross-legged, but suddenly he cried out in pain, his body felt as if struck by lightning. His two eyes were tightly closed through the mask, and his whole body was shaking.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already shed two streams of blood and tears, and it was obvious that he had suffered a loss.

"Hehe... you hit a brick wall."

"I told you not to be so reckless."

"Haha, I didn't turn into a fool. I think the new Taoist friend gave me face."

Among the dozen or so people, a few did not make any attempt to attack, but at this moment they openly laughed and sneered in gloating mood.

There were several other people sitting on the stone pillars with a calm look on their faces.

They also tried using their spiritual sense, but seeing that the situation was not good, their spiritual sense went away quickly and retreated even faster, so they did not suffer any great loss.

"you……"

The black-robed monk with bloody eyes stood up angrily and looked at Lu Ye viciously.

Lu Ye glared back without fear.

What's so great about you, a weakling, when you lost?

The fact that the opponent lost so badly in the battle of spiritual consciousness shows that his spiritual body is far inferior to mine.

The spirit is so far away, and most likely its magic power is also much less. Is it looking for death by jumping so high?
"Ok?"

Lu Ye snorted lightly, took a big step forward, and endless murderous aura surged towards the blood-eyed monk like a tide.

When it comes to dangerous games like spiritual sense detection and collision, you either don’t play them or you must be brave enough to bear the consequences.

Now it's obvious.

The monk with bloodshot eyes exposed his weak nature. If we don't step on him now, when will we do so?

The Blood-Eyed Monk was frightened when he saw Lu Ye taking a barbaric step forward.

He turned his head again and looked at the monks around him who had just tried to probe his spiritual sense with him, but found that they were smiling and had no intention of helping him. Instead, they and a few others were staring at him with interest.

As a robbery cultivator, he was very familiar with this look; it was the look of someone looking at a fat fish on a chopping board.

broken.

After some probing...I felt like I was being treated as a sheep in wolf's clothing.

He was in a trance and could hardly control himself from flying away from here and running away!

Wolves will only make deals with other wolves. If a sheep sneaks in, it will be the wolf pack’s dinner!
"Okay, everyone..." The black-robed monk who was sitting on a pillar that was a few feet taller than the surrounding stone pillars coughed.

"Give me some face and sit down!"

"We are all Tribulation Cultivators, why do we have to tease each other?"

"Come on, don't try like this."

As soon as this person said this.

The ridicule from the others immediately stopped, and Lu Ye and the Blood-Eyed Monk both bowed slightly to him, then found a place to sit down.

The Blood-Eyed Monk staggered out about a dozen feet and sat on the edge of the periphery. This place was not close to the core, and it would be convenient for him to escape when the meeting was over.

Lu Ye sat down on the stone pillar vacated by the Blood-Eyed Monk without any hesitation.

Of course, the reason why everyone gave face to the arrogant black-robed monk was not because he sat high up.

Instead, there were two blood-red judge's pens inserted on the top of the stone pillar in front of this person!

The pair of judge's pens flashed two balls of enchanting red light. There was no telling how much blood of humans and demons were stained on the pens, and a thick layer of blood evil and resentment also emerged in the light.

The Judge's Pen is a pair of Nascent Soul-level magic weapons, which exude the unique pressure of magical weapons.

Everyone came here in a different appearance, and could only attend the party with the unique mark left by the secret Seven Nights Society. Their identity information was kept confidential, and even their unique spiritual weapons were hidden.

However, the black-robed man sitting alone on the tall pillar had two blood-red judge's pens inserted into the pillar, which revealed his identity.

It was none other than the Fifth Thief, who had roamed the East China Sea for hundreds of years and was known as the Thousand-Faced Judge. He was a truly top-ranked figure among the Thirty-Six Thieves.

He is a veteran Yuanying thief who has always had a strange style of doing things. He doesn't like killing people, but likes to use a pair of judge's pens to break through the popularity and knowledge of bad guys.

Whenever he robbed an object, all its property would be looted, and countless heartbroken monks would be left behind.

Many of the monks he had robbed would commit suicide in despair before long.

A cultivator’s sea of ​​consciousness and sea of ​​qi were destroyed, his path to becoming an immortal was cut off, and he returned to being a mortal. What’s the point of living?
What’s even more terrifying is that the victims were in the Qi training, foundation building, Golden Core, and even Nascent Soul stages.

This is how he gained the reputation of being the fifth greatest thief.

He coughed and introduced himself as "old man", asking Lu Ye, the blood-eyed monk and other monks to give him face and sit down quietly.

Most people don't have the courage to ignore this face for such a small matter.

After Lu Yean sat down, he closed his eyes and meditated. In fact, he was secretly scanning everyone with the perspective of the fish and dragon picture.

The cultivators present here were all contacted by the Seven Nights Society, a super secret organization, and they should all be robbery cultivators.

Even though it is impossible that all of them are at the level of the Thirty-Six Thieves, they must all be beasts with their hands soaked in blood.

Of course Lu Ye had to remember and identify it in advance.

He first looked at the most mysterious fifth calamity cultivator, the Thousand-Faced Judge, who was what he was most concerned about.

Although he knew that the Thousand Faces Judge had become famous a long time ago, he still had to take a look to confirm whether he was that bastard Du Wan.

Almost everyone who attended the party wore a mask.

The Thousand Faces Judge was an exception. He didn't wear a mask and had a warm smiling face like a middle-aged man, looking very ordinary.

But everyone knows that this is a fake face, and the other party will change his face next time they meet, but no one can see the flaw in the fake face.

Below the fish and dragon picture.

A circle of scarlet light was sitting there, and outside it was a black circle of light formed by evil spirits and resentment.

Lu Ye's heart trembled.

This person is not Du Wan, but the ball of light is a circle larger than Du Wan's, and is on the same level as Madam Jiuchai and Jia Luoding whom he met in the Mozhu Secret Realm.

This person is a genuine late Nascent Soul stage expert.

Lu Ye's heart beat a few times, he steadied his breathing, and compared it with the other cultivators on Futu Island today, but he could not find this person's background.

However, it does not mean that this person has not been to Futu Island.

Because there were too many monks on Futu Island today, most of his attention was focused on the strong men on the Ladder of Inquiry.

Maybe I missed it?

After looking at the Thousand Faces Judge, Lu Ye looked to both sides.

Fortunately, there is only one old monster called the Thousand-Faced Judge.

Baicao Jushi, who was in his tenth calamity and had reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage by cultivating the Hundred Swords Demon Net, was the second strongest among them. He and Lu Ye had come at about the same distance and arrived almost at the same time.

When he learned that Lu Ye called himself Taoist Mi Yan, he looked at him a few more times and muttered a few words in his heart.

Back then, the "Master Miyan" was a fat ball, but when I saw him today, he is not fat at all - I am depressed, there are actually people pretending to be Tribulation Cultivators like us.

There are still two Nascent Soul initial stage cultivators left, and the rest are mostly Golden Core cultivators.

In addition, several of them have been seen on the Ladder of Inquiry Tree.

The good news is that there are no acquaintances of Taoist Miyan here, so he doesn't have to be restricted.

As soon as Taoist Miyan became famous, he was captured by Du Wan and forced to do hard labor. He did not have much friendship with the Thirty-Six Thieves.

I have to thank Du Wan for this.

"what?"

From the perspective of the fish-dragon diagram, Lu Ye read to the end and turned to the monk who was sitting at the outside like a quail, with tears of blood in his eyes after the embarrassment he had just experienced.

"The ladder to heaven?"

"The new thirty-fifth Jie Xiu Tian Can Jian?"

Lu Ye didn't expect that the person who just gave him a show of power was actually an old acquaintance. It was a pity that he couldn't meet him on this occasion.

If I had known that the person testing him was him, I should not have used the Shock Light and directly used the Hunyuan Thorn to blow the guy's head off.

Lu Ye walked around and looked at everyone's background, and was busy and happy.

During this time, seven or eight monks flew in from outside one after another. When they arrived, they all saluted the Thousand-Faced Judge, and An Jing found a stone pillar to sit down.

Lu Ye looked around and found that except for one more Yuanying initial stage cultivator, the rest were Jindan.

After a while.

The Yuanying cultivator of the Golden Embroidery Qiye Club in the sky used his magic power to transmit the sound, which rang in the ears of everyone. Although it was not loud, they could hear it clearly.

"Fifth Daoist friend, the time has come."

"Hurry up, Futu Island is full of spies, it's not easy to hide from them."

The Thousand-Faced Judge replied.

"Okay, got it."

"Please trouble you to keep watch for us!"

Ding!
He flicked the Judge's Pen in front of him with his fingers, making a melodious metallic vibration. He stood up and bowed slightly. "Greetings, fellow Taoists."

"The fact that you all accepted the invitation and came here today shows that there are so many talented people among us."

"Qianmian would also like to thank you all for giving me this face."

"I know that our generation's style of doing things is to keep secrets as the most important thing. It is really unfair to summon you all to this remote island this time."

Lu Ye and others hurriedly stood up to return the greeting.

There were those who were impatient and shouted.

"Senior Qianzian! It doesn't matter whether we feel wronged or not. We, the Jie Xiu, are almost losing face, so what are we afraid of?"

"That damn Futu Island has skinned Senior Shuangyishe alive today in front of all his peers!"

"We are the ruthless cultivators who can stop children from crying wherever we go. But today we are being humiliated in public like this!"

"You lead us! We will obey you!"

"Yes, Senior Qianmian, Futu Island is too arrogant. We need to teach them a lesson!"

Lu Ye sneered after hearing this. A group of bandits who robbed and looted actually wanted to attack the regular army?

Are you guys getting carried away or do you want the Thousand-Faced Judge to die soon?

Wait, these guys who are shouting might have bad intentions, right?
The Thousand-Faced Judge coughed and laughed.

"My fellow Taoists, please be patient and calm down. What you say makes sense."

"But we, the generation of Tribulation Cultivators, have always gone with the flow and never moved against the wind. Those of you who don't understand this principle will have tall grass on your grave."

"Futu Island is so arrogant and domineering, we must retaliate, but we must be careful about the method."

He slowly laid out his plan.

It is not possible to attack Futu Island directly. Even if all thirty-six thieves were gathered together, they do not have the strength to do so.

Not to mention other forces, if the magic circle of the towering trees on Futu Island was opened, the thirty-six thieves would probably die if they sacrificed their lives.

But if nothing is done, the Tribulation Cultivators, who are used to being arrogant, will not be able to swallow this humiliation.

The two-winged snake was skinned in public, and it was deliberately left with a breath to wail for three days while watching the entire event. Wasn't that an slap in the face of the Thirty-Six Thieves?
The way of plundering and robbery depends three-tenths on fighting, three-tenths on intelligence, and three-tenths on reputation.

Futu Island does this.

It is possible that some of the small and medium-sized secret agents who cooperated with us in the past are afraid and retreat. Without intelligence support, everyone can only contribute 30% to 50% of their strength. How can they survive in the future?
After getting used to the life of looting and earning a lot of spirit stones, who would be willing to live a hard life?
The Thousand-Faced Judge said.

"I have a plan in mind. The Futu Island Conference will be held for three days. Today is the Heart-Searching Ladder, tomorrow is the Hundred Tree Cave, and the day after tomorrow is the Arena Competition."

"Once the candidates for the Taoist couple are announced in the next few days, all the forces will definitely return and disband."

"When the time comes, we will select a large fleet to plunder, leaving no one alive."

"It shows our stance and also serves as revenge for the two-winged snake."

"However, we will decide which fleet to choose when we gather tonight. We will only set the direction today."

Everyone agreed when they heard this.

It doesn’t really matter whether the two-winged snake is dead or alive; everyone just treats him as a dead person.

They have no relationship with him at all, so why would they take the risk of attacking Futu Island?

If the Thousand-Faced Judge dares to come up with such a crazy idea, everyone should be prepared to run away as soon as they leave the island and pretend that we have not gathered tonight.

But if it's about robbing a fleet, there's no pressure.

Leave the waters of Futu Island, avoid the towering tree formation, and the vast waves. Can the Seven Sons of Futu still protect us everywhere?

In this way, you can save face.

Everyone has avenged the two-winged snake and restored the reputation of the robbery cultivators.

As for the revenge that will follow, it’s a joke. If you are afraid of revenge, how can you be a robbery cultivator?
The robbers are good at robbing and killing people, but they are even better at escaping.

Isn't it just hiding? It's their specialty.

At worst, you can just wear a few more masks when you take action.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Seeing the lively atmosphere, the Thousand-Faced Judge nodded.

"Okay, since everyone is willing to do so, let's decide on this matter in a few days."

"We are gathering today to share what we have, to exchange information, and to exchange resources."

"Speaking of this, we still need to thank Futu Island. It was not easy to meet so many like-minded people in the past."

Everyone laughed.

"Everyone," the Thousand-Faced Judge said with a smile, "could you please introduce yourselves?"

His eyes quickly looked at Shang Tianti who was sitting at the very edge.

Shang Tianti twisted his body uneasily and said in a muffled voice.

"Greetings, fellow Taoists. I am Tian Canjian."

Anyway, they were just nicknames, not real names, so he didn't take it seriously.

Tian Canjian is a rising star among the Thirty-Six Thieves, and he particularly enjoys killing female cultivators.

When everyone heard him give his name, they all looked at him for a few more times, then turned to look at Lu Ye.

It is rumored that Tiancanjian has a Yuanying magic sword, which is extremely powerful every time it is used. How can he let it go after suffering a loss this time?
The two of them have a grudge against each other, and there might be something interesting to watch in the future.

Upon seeing this, the other cultivators started to report out the names of the villains one after another. With the hidden Yuanying cultivator of the Qiye Society in the sky, he naturally knew the villain's names, so there was not much point in covering them up.

Among the Jindan Tribulation cultivators, there are Lang Fanyun, Two-tailed Crocodile, Dead-mouth Monk and so on, all of them are ruthless among the Thirty-Six Thieves.

In addition to the Thousand-Faced Judge and the Hundred-Knife Demon Net, there are also the thirteenth-tribulation-cultivation Demon Cloud Scorpion and the fifteenth-tribulation-cultivation Bloodline偃师.

Of course, Lu Ye reported the name of Taoist Mi Yan, which attracted several people to watch. It seems that Taoist Mi Yan is much stronger than the legend says.

The rising star of Tiancan Sword was defeated in the battle of spiritual consciousness.

In addition, there are a few Tribulation Cultivators who are not among the Thirty-Six Thieves, but are also notorious thieves.

The Thousand-Faced Judge waved his hand, and several objects appeared in front of him.

There is a Yuanying magic weapon called the Fire-Spitting Bell, a fourth-level God-Guarding Talisman that can protect the spirit body, and several Yuanying-level immortal cultivation resources, all of which are rare treasures.

"Everyone, these items can be traded."

“Everyone can also put out what they are willing to exchange.”

"If you like it, you can exchange ideas and set your own price in spirit stones."

When everyone saw the Thousand-Faced Judge taking action, they also took out the stolen goods from their bags. For a moment, the island was filled with precious stones and colorful lights.

Lu Ye touched his chin.

He had made preparations before leaving today, and immediately took out a few things.

They are Jialuoding's cracked blood bowl, half of a tin staff, the broken spider silk rope of the Beautiful Spider King, and a few golden elixir spiritual weapons.

These things are quite particular.

For example, these broken magic weapons are not from local cultivators in the East China Sea. Jialuo Ding is from the remote area of ​​Xiguzhou, and the Beautiful Spider Emperor is from Nanhezhou.

For example, he did not dare to take out Madam Jiuchai's Four-Split Sword, as there were too many veteran cultivators who recognized Madam Jiuchai.

It would take too much energy and time to repair these magic weapons with his current Golden Core Great Perfection cultivation level, so he might as well reuse them and also deter those "fellow practitioners" with bad intentions.

Taoist Miyan was a Jindan Tribulation cultivator. When everyone saw him taking out several half-damaged Yuanying magic weapons, they couldn't help but wonder if he had a backer, otherwise it would be impossible to defeat him with his strength.

Including Tiancanjian and Shang Tianti, the several malicious glances were quickly retracted and no longer dared to stare at Lu Ye.

Lu Ye took out a banner from his storage belt, and with an idea in mind, he wrote on it in a flamboyant manner that he wanted to exchange it for treasures such as the mechanical arm that was good at destroying monks.

He has no shortage of treasures in his pocket, and he is not jealous of other people's magic weapons.

However, if he were to face the "big brother" Du Wan, he would be particularly wary of the opponent's water dragon arm. It is said that it is a Nascent Soul Puppet Arm magic weapon.

Not only is it hard in texture, but it can also condense waves when swung, forming a set of water dragon armor that can be used to protect the body and gather sea waves for attack.

This is the information he gathered from intelligence.

To kill Du Wan, the Water Dragon Arm is a stumbling block, not to mention that the other party possessed Taoist Liufeng that day and had a unique backhand sword skill, so killing him is definitely not an easy task.

All the cultivators looked at the row of large characters on Lu Ye's banner, and then looked at Tian Can Jian with a little sympathy. They all thought that Taoist Mi Yan would take revenge immediately, so they were preparing to deal with Tian Can Jian in advance.

Everyone thought that Taoist Miyan had a mind as sharp as a needle, and he was indeed worthy of being one of our generation.

Tian Canjian saw Lu Ye releasing the big banner and thought he was targeting him, his eyes became deep - humph, you are so good, Taoist Miyan!

So what if his spiritual awareness is stronger than mine?

His strongest point is not his mechanical arm, but the Lingyun Sword!
One day I will let you taste the power of Lingyun Sword!

Lu Ye taking out the banner was just a small episode.

All the robbery cultivators in the field displayed their stolen goods. Their spiritual senses swept across the entire field, and when they saw something they liked, they flew over to trade.

Lu Ye swept the entire place with his spiritual sense, but did not find anything that would be of benefit to him and that he must take.

Some things are good but too expensive.

He was used to being sponsored by kind-hearted people, and always felt that it was a waste of money to spend his spiritual consciousness to buy things, so he didn't do it.

Skillful.

All the Tribulation Cultivators have this kind of character, so most of them barter, and very few of them take spirit stones.

The Fifteenth Tribulation Cultivator Bloodline Yanshi flew over. He was a famous puppeteer among the Thirty-Six Thieves and was good at using mechanical puppets.

His eyes fell on the broken spider silk.

"My dear, can I give it a try?"

Lu Ye smiled.

"Senior, you can try it."

This thing came from the beautiful Spider Emperor, one of the three demon emperors of Nanhezhou, who died at the hands of Galaoding. It was the Spider Emperor's original spiritual weapon, but unfortunately it was broken into two pieces.

Bloodline Yanshi picked up the two broken ropes, and his magic power surged in. The spider silk suddenly stretched straight, extending into the air, and flew more than ten feet away.

He waved his hand again, and two spiritual flying swords whizzed into the air, making a clanging sound, but failed to cut the spider silk. He then used a foundation-building flying sword, but it was directly cut by the thin silk thread.

The Bloodline Master laughed.

"Good, good baby!"

Xuexian Yanshi was very happy.

This is the essence of the silk woven by a powerful Yuanying-stage warrior among the alien widow beauty spiders on land. It takes ten years to spit out a ball of silk, and it takes hundreds of years to accumulate and weave it into such a long length.

(End of this chapter)