Retrograde fairy way

When these people were laughing and disdainful, no one noticed the sneering expression shown by the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Haha, this spirit bird belongs to the old man. Yuan, you don't want to snatch it from the old man, do you?" One of the fat old men with a big face and round cheeks wearing a red robe galloped to the vicinity of the crater. Wei Wei turned her head and laughed wildly at the people around her.

"Hmph, the surname is Zhang, this sparrow looks like a different species, how can you give it up easily?" The thin old man rolled his eyes strangely and said coldly.

Listening to the words of the two, they regarded Huofeng as a kind of sparrow monster.

And the two of them are obviously acquaintances.

"Hey, old Yuan, as long as you help the old man restrain that kid, how about six three-soul refining pills after the old man collects the sparrow?" The old man surnamed Zhang squeezed out a smile on his fat face said with a smile.

"Three Soul Demon Refining Pills? No, you need twelve pills. You have to give the old man six first!" Hearing this, the old man surnamed Yuan, a blazing light flashed in his eyes, and he counted the number after a little thought. Added half.

This three-hundred soul alchemy pill is a third-rank top-grade pill, which is enough to save him decades of hard work. Obviously, this old man with the surname also spent his money.

"Okay, it's a deal!" The old man surnamed Zhang twitched his cheeks, but he looked at Huofeng with greed, and without hesitation, he took out a jade bottle and threw it to the old man surnamed Yuan.

He practiced fire-type kung fu, and his ability to sense fire-attributed treasures was extremely sensitive. The moment Huofeng appeared, he noticed her extraordinaryness.

Although that trace of fluctuation was extremely weak, it was extremely obvious in his induction.

In his heart, he was sure that this palm-sized 'spirit bird' was very important to him, and he wanted to get it no matter what.

"Snapped!"

The old man surnamed Yuan grabbed the jade bottle in his hand, carefully opened the cork to check, and after confirming the contents, he turned his head and glanced at Wang Mo who was approaching the volcano without any haste, hesitating for a moment, With a flash of light around him, he greeted Wang Mo.

And the old man surnamed Zhang was full of red light all over his body, and fell towards the volcano with a whistling sound, but he had no fear in the face of the incomparably fiery magma, they were all stirred by his majestic devilish energy and fell to both sides .

Seeing the two discussing how to deal with him as if no one was around, Wang Mo felt deeply moved. In this world, the strong are respected. As long as the strength is sufficient, the ones he likes are his own, and the ones he doesn't like can be killed at will.

It's no wonder that monks are like this. In the cultivation world, monsters of the first and second ranks are more common, and third- and fourth-rank monsters are rare at all.

Anyone who can possess a monster of the same level as the cultivation level must either be extremely powerful, or be either rich or expensive.

This is because the common monsters of the first and second ranks can be used as spiritual pets for Qi refining and foundation building monks, but most of the monsters are huge and inconvenient to carry, and they are extremely difficult to catch. Most of them are killed on the spot or self-destruct. Death.

As for the third-order monsters, their wits have already begun to appear, and they can change their size, which is even more difficult to capture.

In addition, it is very difficult to find monsters of this level in the cultivation world. Most of them come from the Yuanmo Sea in the extreme north or the Gulong Mountains in the extreme south. It is so easy to transport them to the inland for sale. matter.

Not to mention the fourth-order monsters, their spiritual intelligence is very wide open, and ordinary fourth-order monsters can even transform into human forms. Ordinary monks simply can't afford to provoke them, let alone capture them alive.

Generally, the fourth-order monsters in the sect just signed an equal treaty with the sect, accepted the worship of the sect, and helped them when they were in danger.

Sweeping his eyes over the fat old man submerged in the magma, looking at his red brilliance, he understood that it was the other party's kung fu that sensed the uniqueness of the fire phoenix, so he wanted to capture it so recklessly.

For himself, a monk in the middle stage of alchemy, he completely ignored him.

But judging from the discussion between the two, it is obvious that the two have known each other for a long time, even if they are not familiar with each other, they must have dealt with each other several times.

"Hey, fellow daoist, stay here, wait until brother Zhang takes that demon sparrow away, how about we go there after it's out of danger?" The old man surnamed Yuan came up to Wang Mo with a smile on his face.

When he spoke, he seemed to be threatening, and the coercion in the late stage of alchemy suddenly shrouded Wang Mo, as if he didn't take him seriously.

Although the old man surnamed Yuan behaved arrogantly, he carefully puffed up the magic hood to protect his whole body. He could cultivate to such a level, how could he be a good stubble? Better yet.

"Are you sure?" Wang Mo paused, then glanced at him lightly.

"Uh... Fellow Daoist, just stay here for a while, you can come here for a while, isn't everyone safe?" Although for some reason, Wang Mo's heart was terrified when he glanced at him lightly, and although he didn't know why he was so calm, Yuan surnamed The old man still insisted, thinking that it was just a momentary illusion of his own.

What's more, in his spiritual consciousness, Wang Mo is still in the middle stage of alchemy, and has not changed at all.

Thinking about Wang Mo's practice so far, most of the people he has killed are stronger than himself. The evil spirit is so strong, but it is not revealed at this time.

Even though the demon cultivators are extremely ferocious, most of them bully the weak, how can there be such evil spirit as Wang Mo?

It's a pity that this evil spirit can't be seen at all when you don't do anything, unless the difference in cultivation is too big.

"Okay!" To the surprise of the old man, Wang Mo still spoke indifferently, as if he was unusually calm and didn't care.

"Ah! Whoa!"

Just when the old man surnamed Yuan was surprised, and Wang Mo was not worried about his pet beast being taken away, a mournful howl suddenly came from the mountain pass not far away.

That heart-piercing scream, as if the owner of the voice was being tortured horribly, made people feel a chill rising from the bottom of their hearts.

"What's going on?" Even though the old man surnamed Yuan had a high level of cultivation, his body trembled involuntarily, and he turned his head to look in bewilderment and surprise, because he could clearly hear that it was the surname Zhang who was familiar with him. The voice of the old man.

In the depths of his heart, doubts arose, could there be any powerful monsters in the mountain pass?

It's no wonder he thought so, when the ground boiling fire erupted, it was inevitable that some rare fire-type beasts would rush out of the ground.

The strength of this type of alien beast is usually unparalleled, with amazing magical powers.

In the heart of the old man surnamed Yuan, he never imagined how amazing the palm-sized sparrow would be.

It's just that he has dealt with the old man surnamed Zhang a little bit, and he can see some clues from his complexion, and he wants to blackmail him.

Huofeng has the hidden restraint set by Wang Mo. With his current cultivation of spiritual consciousness, not to mention him, even a monk in the early Yuanying stage must observe carefully to find out the clues.

"boom!"

I saw a violent air rush out of the crater that was originally roaring continuously, and then a flame shot out from it, and the scream came from it.

"Old Zhang?" Seeing such a scene, the old man surnamed Yuan couldn't help being dumbfounded, because from the flame, his consciousness clearly saw that the old man surnamed Zhang was going to catch the sparrow before.

But judging from the situation, it was nothing more than a scream in the flames. It only lasted for a few short breaths and then lost its sound. There was a soft rustle, as if a lot of dust was scattered from it.

The fat old man surnamed Zhang, the veteran grandmaster in the late stage of alchemy, was turned into fly ash by the flame in just a few breaths.

Just as the old man surnamed Yuan was horrified, he suddenly felt a fiery sharp aura attacking him, and his figure suddenly retreated without caring about anything else.

"Do you dare?" Turning around, I saw a scarlet golden long sword in Wang Mo's hand at some point, exuding a billowing fiery magic energy, and slashing at himself, a look of panic flashed in the eyes of the old man surnamed Yuan , shouted forcefully in his mouth.

But Wang Mo did not hesitate to point to the red gold sword one after another, turning into countless blazing sword lights and whizzing down, he has always been merciless towards such people.

If it wasn't for his not being weak, today's situation might be that he was persecuted by the two, and he and Huofeng, whom they considered to be his spiritual pet, broke the spiritual restraint between them.

In the end, maybe they will be considered cowardly by the two of them, and they will push forward to ask for more treasures.

These two had a good idea to fight, bullying the weak, but unfortunately they found the wrong partner.

Although this is the case in the cultivation world, there is an old saying, the so-called repay the other with the way of the other, and Wang Mo wants to implement this rule to the end.

Bang bang bang!

Several heavy blows in succession made the scalp of the old man surnamed Yuan numb. In his consciousness, Wang Mo was still at the middle stage of alchemy, but for some reason, these few blows gave him a feeling of facing The feeling of a monk of the same level, or even a stronger person.

Especially when Wang Mofu made a move, the faint evil spirit exuded from his whole body was simply trembling, chills gushed out from the bottom of his heart, and the hairs all over his body stood up.

Just when the old man surnamed Yuan was about to fight back, he suddenly felt an incomparably hot aura scorching from his back, and when he poked his consciousness backward, he felt a tingling pain, and his mind was full of those The phantom of the crimson flame turned out to be the flame that burned the old man surnamed Zhang to death before throwing himself behind him.

Chi chi made a few noises, and in an instant, his magic energy cover was roasted and shattered.

"How is it possible?" The horror in the heart of the old man surnamed Yuan can be imagined, feeling the incomparable blaze, at this moment he finally understood why the old man surnamed Zhang died so easily for a hundred years.

But at this moment, there was no room for him to think about other things, and he was about to fight back after shaking his hands, but what he should have done was that he was so close to Wang Mo.

"drink!"

Just when the devilish aura on the surface of the old man surnamed Yuan shattered, Wang Mo let out a soft shout, and punched out his right fist, which was covered with gray-white aura, wrapped in that palpitating sharpness, and struck hard its chest.

There was a soft puff sound, it was only a brief confrontation between the two, the old man surnamed Yuan only felt a burst of severe pain in his chest, and then there seemed to be a crackling sound in his body, and his eyes went dark and there was no more. sound.

It's just that there seems to be a flash of clarity in his absent-minded eyes.

Seeing his dead expression, Wang Mo's arm moved slightly, and his body turned into a ball of fly ash and burst open, and his right hand even grabbed a golden elixir and turned his palm away before being put away.