The Legend of Cultivation by Little Mortals

Volume Five

Flying slowly in the sky that day, Zhang Ye suddenly sensed a trace of sadness from below

I don't know what's going on, but Zhang Ye can sense this resentment that even Ziyi feels vague. In addition, Zhang Ye feels that the breath seems a little familiar.Please use the pinyin domain name of this site to visit us

With a move in his heart, Zhang Ye put Bao girl in the gourd, hid the breath of his body, descended a little, but still hid in the gray clouds, and carefully observed below.

They didn't know what they were doing, but they saw a total of five people in the white snow below, looking for something desperately.In addition, I couldn't tell what sect those people belonged to, and the Taoist clothes they wore were decayed and messy, and they were all different. [

However, the attire of these people is not difficult to identify as casual cultivators, and the expressions and aura of these people remind Zhang Ye of the jade machine from before.

"Strange, what are they looking for? There is no blood, and no one is besieged. Where did this vague sense of sorrow come from?" Ziyi also murmured in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhang Ye was not in a hurry, and continued to fly lower, observing with his breath hidden.

This time, the sense is clearer. I just feel that these people are searching for something, and they jointly cast a net of strength, as if to net the ice and snow for several miles around.Continue to search desperately.

Immediately, one of the impatient rogue cultivators started waving his hands and bombarding indiscriminately, roaring: "Come out, damn thing, come out to me, you are already besieged, do you still want to hide?"

Boom, boom, boom—everywhere was blasted with ice and snow.

Still nothing appeared, but Zhang Ye felt that the aura from before was even more mournful and frightening.

Zhang Ye sensed a state of mind: worry, cry, fear, begging for mercy, cowardice.

In short, there is a breath of help and help permeating between heaven and earth.

This time, even Zi Yi couldn't help being moved and said: "Good guy, what is so rich in emotion and thought power, even human beings don't have such emotions."

Zhang Ye's eyes lit up. What Ziyi said reminded Zhang Ye of Zhan Long Xiaotian. When the eight-treasure gourd was about to mature, he dropped the gourd and hid in the ground. At that time, Zhang Ye also fainted. Yue Yue sensed that the eight-treasure gourd seemed to have such an aura.

"I see, they are not looking for someone, but a genius treasure." Zhang Ye said in the sea of ​​knowledge.

"It makes sense." Ziyi immediately said with a very interested look, "Okay, go down and kill these people and grab the treasure."

"You..." Zhang Ye was almost pissed off by her.Don't bother to pay attention to her.

Before the contradictory pair of Ziyi and Zhang Ye quarreled, the snow field below was bombarded by five people, and after slowly shrinking the net of strength, a young snow lotus appeared on the snow field.

"Hahaha, I found it, you little bastard, I see you running again! The Taoists have been looking for it for days and nights!"

A bald man with a ferocious face rushed over, violently tugged at the young flower on the snow, and pulled it up.

"Wow!"

The cry of a little boy. [

The snow lotus flower that was pulled out suddenly became human, and cried sadly: "Don't kill me, I don't have a mother, I don't even have a name, don't kill me! I'm still young!"

At this time, the form changed to that bald head, pulling the hair of a two-year-old boy.

Immediately, the other four people immediately gathered around, let out a long breath and said, "We finally caught it, what should we do?"

The bald head looked like a lone monk, with a string of strange skulls hanging around his neck, he grabbed the little boy's hair and said: "Of course he killed alchemy, this guy turned into a human, and he is already an eighth-grade medicinal spirit. I can’t be easily locked up, and I can’t support my family.”

One of the casual cultivators said: "I heard that the eighth-grade "medicine" spirit will lay seven kinds of seeds as if laying eggs. Wouldn't it be a pity to kill them?"

The bald head said: "That's what I said, but this "medicine" spirit is still young and can't plant seeds. We have to wait for it to grow up. This time is too long and there are too many variables. I suggest killing it, and then we will share it equally. "

Another casual cultivator said: "I heard that anyone who can transform into a "drug" spirit has absorbed the essence of heaven and earth for more than hundreds of years, which is equivalent to hundreds of years of cultivation. Once transformed, he is already an adult, but How can this guy be so small?"

The bald head with a string of skulls hanging around his neck seemed to be the most knowledgeable among the few, and said, "I don't know exactly why this is so. It really makes him an adult, so we can't easily catch him. I guess, This kind of situation means that this guy has already been an eighth grade since he was born."

Above the clouds, Ziyi said in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Quick, don't hesitate, these are loose cultivators, no one can rest assured, if they want to share the spoils, they will kill the "Yao" spirit."

After discussing for a long time below, several people still did not reach an agreement, and the child whose hair was being pulled was still crying loudly: "Don't kill me, I'm still young."

Hulu—At this time, a ray of light flickered in the sky, and Zhang Ye had already landed on the snow.

"Fellow daoists, don't rush to do it." Zhang Ye said when he saw the appearance of a few casual cultivators facing a formidable enemy.

The five casual cultivators looked at each other, feeling that Zhang Ye was only distinguishing between the six levels of mind, and immediately relaxed a lot. Although he relaxed, he still surrounded Zhang Ye in the core and was on guard.

"Boy, where did you come from, what do you want to say?" said the bald man with a skull hanging around his neck.

Zhang Ye pointed to the little boy in his hand and said, "I don't think it's appropriate to want to kill this "medicine" spirit after hearing the uneven distribution of accounts. Why don't you make an offer and sell this thing to me. In this way, everyone If you take what you need, you won’t have to worry about splitting the bill.”

That sounds like a good proposition.

Because even if the "Yao" spirit is killed and turned into a rare eighth-grade "medicinal" material, these people can only sell it to share the bill. Judging by the appearance of these guys, it is impossible to have a good pill furnace, and there is no There may be formulas and other medicinal materials that can be used to refine eighth-grade magic pills.

"Want to buy it? How can you get it? Can you afford the eighth-grade medicinal material?" One of the casual cultivators with draped hair looked at Zhang Ye coldly.

"Everything in the world has a price. Just ask the price. If I can't afford it, I'll leave right away and don't bother you." Zhang Ye said.

The bald monk rolled his eyes and shouted: "The eighth-grade medicinal material is no small matter. My seat offers 800 million yuan. Can you afford it, you brat?"

Suddenly——Zhang Ye flicked his cloak, and from the Eight Treasure Gourd, he threw eight 800 denomination Pill Crystals of the Spirit Emperor and stuck them on the bald head. Take it!"

The five casual cultivators were shocked after just a glance. Those crystal cards are easy to identify. They are the crystal cards issued by the Rejuvenation Gate. They can be exchanged freely anywhere, and there is no handling fee. [

At the same time, because Zhang Ye's cloak was shaken, the eyes of the five people fell on the Eight Treasure Gourd on Zhang Ye's waist at the same time, full of greed.

Hulu—the cloak fell, covering the gourd again.

Zhang Ye took a step forward, stretched out his hand and said, "The money has been paid, here it is."

"woooo~"

The little boy who was crying all the time looked at Zhang Ye in a daze at this moment. Although he was still very worried, at any rate, this Zhang Ye had no intention of killing him.