Cannon Fodder Pit Fairy Road

Chapter 124
Why are one or two of these robbers so timid!
Seeing the monks who were about to rob him scattered and fled, Tong Xiaoye was furious.

Is it so difficult to be robbed?

There are two main reasons for her hatred. One is to drive away these bastards who devour people's blood and sweat. I lost two treasures that wasted spirit stones.

It's a pity that the robbers were frightened by the first attack, and no one dared to attack her again until the exit.

Tong Xiaoye sighed regretfully, seeing that she was less than a thousand miles away from the exit, she stopped and was hesitating whether to hand in the task directly or wait, a strange monk brought a beautiful female cultivator to block her before.

"Fellow Taoist, please stop. We are short of twenty Ulei bamboos. Let me borrow your bamboo."

Tong Xiaoye suddenly smiled and rolled his eyes.
Very good, this monk is also concentrating on Dzogchen. It seems that he didn't plan to cut bamboo himself at all. He blocked the exit as soon as he entered the trial ground. This kind of bastard who wants to make money for nothing is just waiting Do you rob the rich and give to the poor to act for the heavens?
"Okay, how many can I borrow?" Tong Xiaoye nodded with a smile, and cooperated as much as he wanted.
The one who was robbed is actually so happy, isn't this little girl stupid?

The monk was stunned for a while, and it took him a while to react, and he stammered: "Not many, just keep them."

"Ten pieces of high-grade spirit stone, one pays the money and delivers the goods, and other magic weapons can also be exchanged." Tong Xiaoye said it bluntly, and the monk was stunned again.

The beautiful female cultivator next to him was not happy: "Little hoof, why are you laughing, don't think that you can pass the test by currying favor with Brother Ang, obediently leave Wu Leizhu behind, or..."

"How about otherwise?"

A long Ulei Bamboo fell directly on the female cultivator, and Tong Xiaoye would naturally not be polite to those who blocked the road and robbed them. He stared with big eyes and said crisply: "There are spirit stones taken out, but there are no spirit stones." Get out, interrupt me to earn spirit stones, don't blame me for being rude!"

She is so generous and sells Ulei Bamboo to them with good words, why are these people still ignorant of flattery!

The female cultivator's frail body was knocked down to the ground. She screamed and looked at Brother Ang with teary eyes: "Brother Ang, help me!"

That brother Angkor acted in the late stage of concentrating. Hearing the beauty's words, he waved his hand immediately, and cast a rock falling technique, and a huge stone slanted down, smashing towards Tong Xiaoye fiercely.

Although she dodged quickly, she couldn't dodge the broken sand beside the rock. The dust threw her head and face, making her look very embarrassed.

Tong Xiaoye suddenly became irritable.

"Leave the storage bag and the bamboo, get out!" With a fierce wave of the Ulei Bamboo in his hand, Brother Ang was swept away immediately. Tong Xiaoye was carrying a storage bag, pointing at the bamboo nun and said: " You too, leave the storage bag and roll."

The female cultivator put down the storage bag tremblingly, with a hint of hatred in her tearful almond eyes.

Her strength is low, and she originally wanted to use her beauty to become an outer disciple of Cheng Tianzong, but unexpectedly met Tong Xiaoye, the evil star, the bamboo was gone, and even the storage bag was gone.

But this little slut is full of brute strength, even that trash surnamed Wu can't do anything to her, so what can she do.

The female cultivator left, and Angkor was blown away. The two left behind more than 40 bamboos, which were tightly tied with a leather rope. Tong Xiaoye jumped on it and sat there, without speaking, but with big eyes. Looking at the monks around, he saw a well-equipped monk passing by and asked, "Brother, do you need Wulei Bamboo? Ten middle-grade spirit stones each, it's a good deal!"

No one answered for a long time, and many monks who didn't have enough bamboo were itchy and lingered near her for a long time, but no one made a move.

After a long time, a tall and thin boy boldly came over and stammered, "I don't have that many spirit stones, five yuan is okay?"

Tong Xiaoye looked at him with wide eyes.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, concentrating on his late-stage cultivation, was dragging more than 20 bamboos behind him, and the leather rope was a little damaged. Originally, there were enough bamboos, but someone snatched one halfway.

The five middle-grade spirit stones were still made of low-grade spirit stones, and one piece of middle-grade spirit stones was worth 100 yuan.

Tong Xiaoye didn't like to bully honest people, so he nodded and said, "I'll give you half the price as soon as we open the store, it's not an example."

A piece of bamboo was thrown directly into the boy's bamboo pile, Tong Xiaoye collected the spirit stone, and the boy left with a full face of excitement.

With this precedent, more and more monks gradually bought bamboo. Tong Xiaoye resolutely refused to bargain, and used utensils to exchange without spirit stones. After a while, the more than 40 bamboos sitting under her buttocks were sold out.

Tong Xiaoye patted the ashes on his clothes, dragged the bamboo he had cut and continued to walk forward.

Unexpectedly, she met the boy who bought her bamboo for the first time.

The boy was covered in blood, and he was fighting with a late-stage monk using spells. The bundled bamboos were scattered, and several were robbed. He was fighting very hard while protecting the bamboos.

Tong Xiaoye wanted to help him, but he was surrounded first.

Loose cultivators who came to participate in the trial were mixed, and many monks chose to go together, one against the enemy and the other to rob bamboo, waiting at the door to rob, so they didn't see Tong Xiaoye's feat of selling bamboo inside.

This time, it was the three cultivators of the late Concentration stage who stopped Tong Xiaoye, who were undoubtedly a very powerful force among the many casual cultivators.

Tong Xiaoye looked at the bamboo behind them, Tao Huatong narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled like a fox.

She had killed the golden core stage monks before, so how could she be afraid of these casual cultivators of the concentration stage who were two levels lower? Previously, she was only worried about competing in spells. If it is true strength, she is not afraid of the foundation building stage monks.

The Wulei bamboo was still used as a weapon, and within a short time, Tong Xiaoye threw the three of them thousands of miles away with brute force, and his own Wulei bamboo stock had more than eighty more.

"Selling bamboo, ten spirit stones each, big discount on first-come-first-served basis!" Sitting on the bamboo pile high on the hill, Tong Xiaoye yelled loudly.

All of a sudden, those who bought bamboo, snatched bamboo, and handed over bamboo all came over, and there were still many people watching the fun. There were many people around Tong Xiaoye, but they watched more and bought less.

People who can't protect their own bamboo will be snatched away by others even if they buy it. In the end, it will be cheaper for others. If everyone understands this, they will stop doing useless work.

The boy who had bought Tong Xiaoye's bamboo before but was robbed slowly squeezed over.

He suffered serious injuries, one leg was almost broken, his whole body was bruised and swollen, and there were only a few bamboos dragging behind him, the gap was too great, and it would be impossible to pass the level.

"Fellow Taoist, I still want to buy bamboo." He stared at Tong Xiaoye persistently with his dark eyes open.

"Oh, do you still have spirit stones?" Tong Xiaoye remembered that he had already used up all the five medium-grade spirit stones before, and now his bamboo is even worse, so there is no way to make up for it.

"I can sell my life to you." The boy did not give up, and a trace of despair flashed in his eyes.

"What do I want your life to do?" Tong Xiaoye was about to refuse, when he saw people coming to buy bamboo one after another, he had a flash of inspiration, and said, "How about this, you help me sell bamboo and collect spirit stones. In the end, if there are leftover bamboo, I will buy it." I can lend it to you."

The boy nodded his head overjoyed, fearing that Tong Xiaoye would be dissatisfied, he simply sat on the bamboo pile and yelled very skillfully: "Selling bamboo, the last chance to enter Chengtianzong, only ten middle-grade spirit stones!" , It’s a pity if you miss it, you don’t buy it, and you have the guts to try it!”

The voice is loud and full of spirit, and I have to say that this guy is still a good businessman.

A large pile of bamboo was sold off in a short while, and a lot of magic weapons were collected, Tong Xiaoye was very satisfied.

The boy's expression was not very good-looking.

After selling all the bamboo, how can I lend the rest to myself.

Tong Xiaoye looked around and saw the monks scrambling for spirit stones in the distance, and asked, "Hey, which group of people robbed your bamboo?"

"I will snatch it back myself in the future, thank you." The boy shook his head, with deep hatred in his eyes.

"Whoever wants to snatch it for you, I want to do business!" Tong Xiaoye glared at him, "Quickly tell me, whoever doesn't have the eyes to snatch the bamboo I sold will die, I'm not good at doing business. In principle!"

The boy was taken aback, and the corners of his mouth, which was bruised and swollen from the beating, slightly curled up.

After a while, Tong Xiaoye came back dragging a large bundle of bamboo.

Cheng Tianzong's trial ground became her cash cow. Because the bamboo she sold was robbed and she was responsible for snatching it back, people flocked to buy bamboo for a while, and Tong Xiaoye's bamboo was even in short supply.

Seeing that the monks who had handed in the task were almost halfway through, Tong Xiaoye was afraid of being greedy, so he counted the remaining bamboos and greeted the boy, "Liao Tianming, let's go, let's deal with the remaining bamboos cheaply. Let's go and hand in the mission."

The two distributed the remaining bamboo to a few half-grown children who looked innocent, and each dragged a bundle of bamboo, swaggering towards the exit.

No one dared to rob, Tong Xiaoye walked to the door very smoothly.

The old man who harvested bamboo let out a long sigh of relief.

Although it is the trial of the disciples of the outer sect, there are also elders of Jindanqi who are watching inside the sect. The little girl treats the trial field as her own back garden and earns spirit stones without any scruples. Qing Han is the disciple of Elder Jingxian, he has already thrown that little girl out.

Just kidding, the disciples of the outer sect need to be smart and cultivated, so that they can do things better for the sect, but monks with a high level of flexibility and cultivation like to rob, and the little girl specially picks out the monks who rob, and this year's outer sect The disciples are all honest and simple little guys, what's the use of having a bunch of them?

Yan Qinghan couldn't help laughing.

This little girl taught him to beware of bad guys every day. In fact, she was soft-hearted. If it wasn't for helping those weak monks, why would she waste so much time.

In fact, Yan Qinghan really guessed wrong this time.

(End of this chapter)