Everyone walked out of the woods, still a hundred feet away from the top of the mountain, and the strong fragrance of medicine was already carried by the breeze.
Someone who is proficient in elixirs couldn't help but take a deep breath: "Purple-faced monkey flower, this is the smell of purple-faced monkey flower!"
Even Yiyi was urging Yang Zhen in his mind: "Brother, there are a lot of second- and third-order spiritual grasses, let's dig them all away!"
Yang Zhen is so angry and funny, what a beautiful thought!
Not long after, a demon monkey on the top of the mountain discovered the group of visitors and shouted loudly.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen of the same kind gathered near the monster monkey, each one shouting excitedly. Some turned around, exposed their purple buttocks to everyone, and kept twisting and turning.
"These monster monkeys don't seem to be very afraid of us?" someone commented.
"Yeah, it seems very happy, like celebrating a festival."
"That's right," Mu Tianlu said with a smile in the crowd: "We go there every ten years. It's a fun game for these monkeys who are bored in the mountains. So today, everyone Just play with them."
"As long as we defeat them in a good manner, the herbs will be picked by everyone. But we must not use any tricks, such as using incense or illusions. Otherwise, if we annoy them, it will be difficult for junior brothers and sisters to come to get the medicine in the future. ”
This was a warning to everyone, but the way of speaking was much more tactful than that of Yin Nanxing, and all the family members agreed one after another.
At this time, Yang Zhen's voice message suddenly sounded in Zhao Yue'er's ears:
"Did you have the amulet that the mysterious female cultivator gave you during your trip to Qingzhou? Take it out and be prepared."
She raised her head and looked at him in surprise.
But she saw Yang Zhen nodding towards her with a serious expression.
Although she was puzzled, she still took out the amulet and placed it somewhere close to her body.
"Seeing that the situation is not good, retreat quickly to protect yourself." Yang Zhen then ordered.
Zhao Yue'er felt even more confused and felt a hint of uneasiness in his words, so she solemnly agreed.
At this time, a loud roar came from the hilltop opposite, and a demon monkey about ten feet tall appeared in front of everyone.
The facial features and limbs of this monster monkey are the same as those of humans. The hair on its body is golden, and its face is ferocious and purple-red, which is where its name comes from.
"Monkey King!" Mu Tianlu exclaimed.
"Form a team!" Yin Nanxing ordered quickly.
The twenty-five people were quickly divided into five teams, each team consisting of five people.
In Zhao Yue'er's team, there were two of her guards, a female cultivator from the sect, and Dai Miaoxuan.
Yan Hongzhu's team included uncle surnamed Geng, as well as one person each from the Wang family, the Dai family, and the Mo family.
"There are actually people in every house." Yang Zhen was slightly surprised. He had always been wary of this woman.
"Team A, come forward! Entrap the Monkey King. The other four teams, stand at the four corners and follow quickly!"
Yin Nanxing shouted.
This order was given cleanly and neatly, which showed his ability.
Zhao Yue'er's group is Team A. The little girl was wearing a piece of second-level armor, and she was unafraid in the face of the Monkey King. She gave a sweet scolding, and using her as an arrow, the five of them rushed forward.
The monkey king had the same contemptuous expression on his face as a human, stretched out his fleshy palm, and patted Zhao Yue'er.
A water column blocked the front, and at the same moment, fireballs, wooden thorns, falling rocks, and golden needles attacked the Monkey King one after another.
The battle officially begins!
Yang Zhen observed for a while and found that the five teams of monks had already entangled the monkey king. The monkey king pushed left and right, and sometimes danced or scratched his head and ears, whether he was excited or frustrated.
But it will look like it won't be a big deal for a while.
He was temporarily relieved. At this time, the twelve people here had also started fighting the monkey.
"Yang Zhen, don't be in a daze! Be careful -" Mu Tianlu suddenly shouted loudly. He was the commander of this team.
A demon monkey was picking up a stone as big as a barrel and hitting Yang Zhen on the head.
"Made, you are so cruel!" Yang Zhen cursed secretly and swayed to avoid the sneak attack.
At the same time, the wooden stick was already in hand, and with a [catching wind and shadow], he was already chasing the opponent.
"Bang", the wooden stick hit the demon monkey's thigh hard, making a horrifying sound of bones breaking.
"Tie them up!" Yang Zhen shouted.
An immortal rope floated over and tied the injured monkey firmly to the ground.
It was Mu Tianlu who threw the rope, but his face looked very ugly.
"You, you broke its legs." He stammered.
"Kill him first, then heal him. I can cure him!" Yang Zhen replied without hesitation.
According to everyone's opinions, the battle with the demon monkey is a long process, because it cannot be maimed, killed, drugged, or poisoned, and even most formations cannot be used.
It can only be consumed by mana.
If it weren't for Yin Nanxing's conspiracy and the urging from the valley incident, Yang Zhen wouldn't mind playing with these monkeys.
But now, he must make a quick decision!
After defeating these monkeys, he would go to the Monkey King and keep an eye on the battlefield at all times to prevent accidents.
Therefore, we can only act harshly!
His decisiveness and ruthlessness left a group of late-stage qi-training monks dumbfounded.
The one they just knocked down was a mid-level first-order demon monkey, whose physical body was comparable to theirs.
But he couldn't withstand Yang Zhen's blow, and his muscles and bones were broken.
This kid is very strong! Someone muttered secretly.
Next, Yang Zhen entered the flock like a tiger. Under the blows of his wooden stick, almost none of the mid-level and early-level first-order monster monkeys could be defeated.
He was already fast and struck hard, but in an instant, there were only nine late-level first-order monster monkeys still standing on the field.
Thirteen early and middle stage animals lay staggered on the ground, all with broken legs. They were tied motionless by the immortal ropes and could only let out bursts of wailing from their mouths.
Yang Zhen's "cruel" behavior deeply angered these monsters.
The nine monster monkeys roared in unison, like nine heavy hammers, hitting Yang Zhen together.
Waves of sound hit his soul one after another.
However, Yang Zhen's soul was already powerful, and she had already worn a second-level divine jade.
The first-order monster's sonic attack was nothing more than a breeze blowing on his face.
He raised the wooden stick in his hand high and rushed towards the group of monster monkeys.
The other twelve who were in the late stage of Qi training couldn't help but look at each other: Why is this person so fierce?
Some people were influenced by him, and since they had no intention of holding back, they simply gave it a good beating first, and then used all kinds of magic techniques to cover the monster monkey.
Some were overwhelmed and began to fish secretly.
The demon monkeys at the late first level are relatively not that easy to deal with.
At least Yang Zhen would have a hard time knocking the opponent down with one strike.
However, if one stick is not enough, then hit a few more sticks.
His figure is extremely flexible, but the demon monkey does not understand human formations and can only fight on its own.
The more Yang Zhen fought, the happier she became.
Hearty.
He had the illusion that he was walking through a stone forest.
Under the scorching sun, he swung his wooden stick and struck the seemingly indestructible boulders.
Accompanying him is only his long figure, drawing a long straight line under the scorching sun.
No distractions, no fear; single-handedly, defeat the enemy!
This is exactly——
【Lonely Shadow】!
[Wind Shadow Stick] Sixth Form, Yang Zhen’s first glimpse of the secret!
