Aiming for the Immortal Path

Um? Fifty or sixty pieces? Middle grade spiritual crystal?

Not far away, Su Twelve's pupils narrowed slightly when he heard the voice of the Yellow Fang cultivator, and he couldn't help but secretly take a deep breath.

At first glance, I could tell that this old man was extraordinary, but I didn't expect that he was so capable.

You know, after working hard for a month or two, I only found ten spiritual crystal fragments, which are only worth one low-grade spiritual crystal.

Looking for the unique secret method of spiritual crystals?

The corner of his eye quietly swept over the old man's body, and Su Twelve couldn't help but feel excited when he heard this.

But he knew that his heart was beating, and in this place and in such a situation, this secret method was beyond his control.

He nodded slightly at the moment, not daring to pay too much attention.

On the other hand, when the old man was told his secret by the yellow-toothed monk, shock and astonishment clearly flashed through his cloudy eyes.

Over the past hundred years, only myself and the people in Biyunxuan know how many spiritual crystals I have submitted.

Just a thought flashed through my mind, somewhere, the forces behind the Yellow Fang cultivator must be in collusion with the cultivator from Biyunxuan who was responsible for exchanging the spiritual liquid.

He felt sad in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face. Instead, he said with a wry smile: "Fellow Taoist, I was joking. It was just pure luck that the little old man happened to find a batch of mid-grade spiritual crystals."

"Now the luck has long been used up. In the past few years, it can be said that there is no gain at all!"

After saying that, the old man sighed and spread his hands, looking pitifully empty.

He looks miserable and shabby, which makes him even more believable.

"Are you lucky? Old man Ren, you can just lie to others with this nonsense, but you want to lie to me? There is no way!"

"If you are wise, take out your spiritual crystals and share half of them when we meet. Nothing will happen today. Otherwise..."

The yellow-toothed monk raised his eyebrows and sneered again and again as he spoke.

"this……"

The old man's eyes showed hesitation. After hesitating for a moment, he looked resigned and reached out to fumble in his arms.

Come.

After more than ten breaths, he took out two low-grade spiritual crystals from his arms.

After showing the spiritual crystal to the Huangya monk, he picked up one of the crystals and handed it over with great reluctance.

"Snapped!"

The Huangya cultivator's eyes widened in anger, he raised his hand and struck out with a palm, knocking the spiritual crystal out of the old man's hand.

"Two low-grade spiritual crystals? Old man Ren, are you fooling around here?"

Staring straight at the old man, the yellow-toothed monk's eyes were filled with anger.

The old man shrank his neck, glanced at the spiritual crystals that fell on the ground with a pained expression, and whispered: "Fellow Taoist, I really only found these two low-grade spiritual crystals."

"Hmph, it seems that you are punished with a drink instead of a toast. If that's the case, don't blame me for being rude."

The yellow-toothed monk snorted coldly, and before he finished speaking, he quickly winked at the three people blocking the old man's way.

In the middle, a muscular and burly man stepped forward like a beast emerging from its cage. The sandbag-sized fist brought up a roaring wind and hit the old man directly from behind.

Even though his cultivation was sealed, the big man was physically strong and this punch should not be underestimated. The punch is powerful enough to break rocks and crack the ground.

However, when faced with sneak attacks from behind, the old man seemed to have eyes behind him.

The seemingly weak body staggered and dodged the fierce punch.

"Um?"

The strong man frowned, with a look of confusion on his face. He immediately turned his fist into a palm, waved his arm, and struck the old man with a hand knife.

The old man looked frightened, and his steps were chaotic.

But his body swayed left and right, but he narrowly avoided the strong man's attack again and again.

attacks.

This is... martial arts in the secular world?

His martial arts skills are by no means simple!

Not far away, Su Twelve, who was paying close attention, had two flashes of surprise in his eyes, and he immediately reacted.

I had already seen that this old man was not simple, but I didn't expect that he actually mastered secular martial arts, and his attainments were by no means inferior to his own.

After seeing it clearly, Su Twelve didn't do much.

The physical bodies of the several strong men in front of them were very powerful. Even if they were at the Dzogchen realm of cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage, their physical bodies would still be inferior if they were sealed. ??

In this case, provoking the other party will only cause trouble for yourself.

He does have the desire to save people. But the old man in front of him was obviously not a good person, and if he wanted to help others, he had to protect himself first.

At the same time, all the successive attacks failed, and the strong man reacted immediately.

"This old guy should be a monk who entered Taoism through martial arts. He has good attainments in martial arts. Let's all come together!"

The strong man shouted, and the two companions watching from behind immediately took action, quickly joined the battle group, and jointly attacked the old man.

As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands.

The old man was one against three. Even with his martial arts skills, the opponent he faced was not a good one.

Under the joint attack of the three people, they suddenly seemed to be frustrated.

In less than a stick of incense, one of the strong men seized the opportunity and struck him in the back with a sudden palm.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the old man's body fell to the ground like a rag.

There was a crashing sound in the loose robe, and then dozens of spiritual crystals slipped out and scattered on the ground.

The big ones are no bigger than a baby's fist, and the small ones are only the size of pigeon eggs.

Basically, the lower grade spiritual crystals are mainly used.

There are also dozens of mid-grade spiritual crystals.

One after another, the spiritual crystals shine with crystal light.

Seeing this scene, the monks in front who had already become numb turned around and became distraught.

Hiss...so many spiritual crystals? No wonder, no wonder this old man wants to leave in a hurry!

Even Su Twelve, who had been mentally prepared, was still surprised when he saw the spiritual crystal here, and couldn't help but take a breath.

On the other side, the yellow-toothed cultivator's eyes widened even more, and he looked straight.

"Well, old man Ren, you have hidden so many spiritual crystals. I think you are really impatient."

"Since you are so uncooperative, don't blame us for being rude!"

The yellow-toothed monk screamed at the top of his lungs, and as he spoke, his eyes quickly fell on the three strong men standing aside, who also had surprised expressions on their faces.

"What are you three still doing? Why don't you quickly put away the spiritual crystals?"

"Oh, by the way, leave a spiritual crystal for this old guy, otherwise people will say we are too clever!"

The three strong men reacted and immediately leaned over to pick up the spiritual crystals on the ground.

However, before the three of them could get the spiritual crystals, the old man suddenly got up from the ground and covered the ground with spiritual crystals with his body.

"The spiritual crystal is mine, and none of you are allowed to touch it!"

"You old thing, get out of here!"

The leader, a burly man, cursed angrily.

As he said that, he kicked out hard and hit the old man hard.

This kick was fast and fierce. Even though the old man's physical body was much stronger than that of a mortal, the old man whose cultivation level was sealed was unable to withstand the opponent who was also a monk, and his physical body was obviously more powerful.

"puff!"

Another mouthful of blood spurted out, and the old man's face turned pale, but he swayed and hugged the spiritual crystal on the ground tightly, but showed no sign of letting go.