I'm Really Not A Hidden World Expert

Neither the Spirit Venerable nor the Spirit Saint had the slightest room to resist. They were strangled by a mysterious and unpredictable force and wiped out in ashes.

That killing array obviously still exists.

"How could this be so? Why was the person surnamed Ji able to enter, but the others couldn't?"

The Red Skull gritted his teeth, feeling a sense of powerlessness in his heart, is the opponent really that strong?

He was a little unbelieving and planned to force his way in, but after taking a few steps, he backed back timidly.

After all, I still dare not risk my life.

Du Jiuyou stared at the trajectory of Ji Mo's movement, full of puzzlement, why he didn't trigger the killing array, it didn't make sense.

The rest of the people were all shocked, not daring to step into that area Half step.

Ginseng King looked at the blood mist drifting behind him with lingering fear, and clung to Ji Mo in fright, fearing that he would follow in the same footsteps.

But obviously, as long as Ji Mo is around, there is no danger.

"Sure enough, Mr. Ji is invincible!"

Ginseng King was in a calm mood and began to observe his surroundings.

This is the place where the Bodhi Tree takes root, and the Spiritual Qi diffuses, forming an radiant mist.

The ground is fragrant with sesame and grass, and all kinds of exotic flowers and grasses are gushing out with Xiamang, all of which are incomparably precious treasures and spiritual plants.

Not far away, a small pool is sparkling and dazzling!

The Ginseng King laughed so hard that he couldn't even close his mouth. The Spiritual Qi here is so rich that it couldn't stop taking a big breath and crazily swallowing.

Ji Mo sniffed, and said lightly, "The air here is good, only worse than my house."

Worse than yours?

The ginseng king rolled his eyes on the spot, the Spiritual Qi here is so thick that it almost turns into a cloud, it is not as good as your home.

Mr. Ji, is the place where you live a fairyland?

The experts nearby scoffed when they heard the words, they didn't believe it at all, and decided that Ji Mo was bragging.

This place is where the Innate Spiritual Roots Bodhi Tree takes root, so it gathers such a strong Spiritual Qi. Could it be that you have several Bodhi Trees in your home?

"Mr. Ji, shall we take all these precious medicines from the ground?" asked the Ginseng King.

The cultivator outside saw so many exotic flowers and plants, his face was full of greed, and he wished to take all of them for himself.

But Ji Mo behaved very plainly from the beginning to the end, and even stepped on it casually, treating it like a weed.

"No, the vegetables I grow at home are better than this."

Ji Mo said lightly, not looking down on him at all.

After hearing this, the masters around immediately showed disdain.

It's enough, it's okay to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, but it's disgusting to pretend to be too much!

Then, they were all very distressed, you surnamed Ji pretended to be fake, and as for trampling on these elixir at will, you can give it to us if you don't want it.

"Hmph, I've never seen a person with such a not wanting face."

Red Skull is full of disdain, and believes that Ji Mo is a grandstanding person.

Seriously, just now I was stomped in the face by this kind of person in public, I'm so angry.

"This water seems to be good!"

Ji Mo walked to the pool.

The pool is three feet square, and there is a white halo flashing inside, and strands of life breath gushing out.

"Oh, let's finally stop pretending. This is a spiritual spring. Maybe you still have an excuse to dislike it..."

Red Skull snorted coldly.

But before he finished speaking, it was like being strangled by someone's neck, and he could no longer speak out.

In sight, I saw a pair of big feet stepping directly into the Lingquan.

Sitting by the pool, Ji Mo clasped his big feet and sighed, "After walking so far on the mountain road, I'm exhausted. I can finally soak my feet and relax."

He was relieved, and the others were as disgusting as they ate flies.

The big guys were still thinking about how to carve up this spiritual spring, but it turned out that it was all ruined.

How can people eat this Lingquan whose feet have been soaked.

Ginseng King has seen Ji Mo wash his hands with spiritual fluid before, but now he just soaks his feet in a spiritual spring, so it is not surprising.

It didn't forget to dip in the light, and got into the pool to soak up.

A steady stream of Spiritual Qi was poured into its body immediately, the whole body of Ginseng King was comfortable, and the old face became more and more youthful.

The hearts of those masters around are going to be broken.

The elixir was trampled to the ground, and the Lingquan was used to wash stinky feet. What on earth does this surname Ji want to do? Does he really not care about these things at all?

The elixir can still be used as medicine if it is trampled on, but the Lingquan has become footwash, so how can it be used in the future?

"Hey, the well water at home is still clear, so it's more comfortable to soak your feet."

Ji Mo spoke again, with disgust in his words.

Everyone was so angry that they gritted their teeth, wishing they could hack this guy to death with a knife.

It's too good at pretending, so it's all good in your home, is your home an fairy palace?

If there is no killing array to stop them, Bao Buqi and these people will fight together and kill Ji Mo.

It is really Ji Mo's series of words and performances that are too enviable.

"Hey, Mr. Ji is good at everything, but he is not too low-key."

Ginseng King couldn't help but blush for Ji Mo, and thought that Ji Mo was overplaying too much.

It doesn't know at all, Ji Mo is just telling the truth.

After soaking his feet, Ji Mo walked around again and found that there was really no residue left in the Bodhi Tree, and even the roots were turned into ashes.

"It's a waste of a trip, but unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't have good tea in the future."

He clapped his hands and planned to leave.

"Hey, this is... Bodhi son!"

The Ginseng King made a discovery. In a mud pit, he pulled out a dry-stirred seed.

It was a small bodhi, charred and almost blackened by lightning.

This should be the only thing left over from Bodhi Tree, but unfortunately it is useless.

Ginseng King was about to throw it away, but Ji Mo grabbed it.

He played with it carefully, with joy on his face, and found a place with a lot of mud, and buried the Bodhi in it.

"Mr. Ji, this is a dead seed, it won't grow alive." Ginseng King reminded.

"That's not necessarily true, I'm very good at growing vegetables!"

After all, he is also a man with the title of Shennong, Ji Mo is quite confident.

"There is nothing to show off when you grow vegetables well, there must be something wrong."

"No matter how powerful you are at growing vegetables, can you still grow a dead seed?"

"This surname Ji is really good at pretending! I have never seen such a brazen person."

The people around all showed disdain, thinking that Ji Mo is really too good, wishing for a thunderstorm to kill this pretending thirteen.

"Stunning, shameless, if he can grow this bodhi, I'll eat it on the spot." Red Skull pointed at a pile of animal dung, with a look of contempt.

But the Red Skull's voice was very small, obviously afraid of being heard by Ji Mo, and he would settle accounts with him.

Du Jiuyou couldn't help laughing and said, "Then I'm really looking forward to seeing how you eat this lump of Xiang."

Although I don't believe that Ji Mo can grow this Bodhi seed alive, Du Jiuyou and Red Skull don't deal with each other, they just respond to each other.

"How about we take a gamble?" Red Skull asked provocatively with a cold tone.

If it wasn't for the injury, Du Jiuyou might have already taken action to teach him a lesson.

But Du Jiuyou wasn't fooled, he just smiled and said nothing, it's a fool's bet for a sure-lose bet.

"I bet you."

An old man walked out slowly with a long sword in his arms.