A high-grade spiritual grass is not very precious, but countless cultivators dare to risk their lives for it.
The young monk who fled was Li Qiao. At this time, he had been wandering alone in the world of immortality for half a year. This place was far away from his family, and he could only rely on himself for everything.
In more than half a year of experience, what impressed him most was when he accidentally saw two monks fighting each other. That was the first time he saw a real fight between immortal cultivators.
The scene of an entire thigh being cut off by a flying sword, and blood flying in the air is burned into his memory.
At that time, he did not hesitate, turned around and left quickly, as if he was afraid of the splash of blood falling on his clothes across a long distance.
Nowadays, I have seen it so much in the world of immortality that I don’t think it’s anything.
At this moment, facing the ninth-level qi-training monk chasing him behind him, there was no big fluctuation in his heart.
Either life or death, that's all!
In the history of the world of immortality, countless monks who seemed to be in the same situation, being in a world of immortality where they often faced death, had different reactions in the end.
Some people are cautious, some are sizing up the situation, some are crazy and crazy...and so on, but Li Qiao is like: suddenly enlightened.
Just like an epiphany in life, I have my own understanding of many things.
"It's not good for you or me to continue chasing like this. Since the spiritual grass got into my hands first, you should choose to give up!"
Because he was flying behind him, Li Qiao said this as he looked at the middle-aged monk who had no intention of giving up.
"Put down the spiritual grass and let you go. Otherwise, it depends on whose spiritual energy is exhausted first. At worst, other monks will take advantage of you."
"Or, you can stop and let's have a fight, life or death!"
Hearing Li Qiao's words, the middle-aged monk was not moved. Instead, he noticed that the other party was showing signs of weakness and his attitude was very tough.
Seeing this, Li Qiao said no more.
Although there is much less spiritual energy in the body than a normal monk, facing the current situation, it is not that there is no solution, I just don't want to consume too much spiritual energy.
As for the life-and-death battle that the other party said, if it cannot be avoided, he will not be afraid.
It's just that the location can't be a random place. After all, he only knows one attack technique, and his fighting experience is definitely not as good as that of a casual cultivator like his opponent who can advance to the ninth level of Qi training.
At this moment, Li Qiao's cultivation level is still at the eighth level of Qi training, but his spiritual consciousness is not weaker than the opponent's, and is even stronger. Coupled with the cover of Chaos Xi, the other party mistakenly thinks that he is also a ninth-level Qi training monk. .
At this time, he found that the other party had no intention of giving up, so Li Qiao stopped the operation of the random breath technique.
Although the chaotic breath technique consumes very little spiritual energy, it can save a little bit.
"Eighth level of Qi training? Only the eighth level of Qi training? How brave!" The middle-aged monk who was always paying attention to Li Qiao's situation immediately noticed the change in his aura.
No wonder he didn't dare to take action. It turned out that he was just an eighth-level Qi practitioner. Now that he couldn't run, he wanted to save his spiritual energy and run farther?
The middle-aged monk sneered in his heart.
Two figures flying with swords, one in front and one behind, continued to shuttle through the mountains and wilderness, until after a while, a wide lake appeared in front of them.
When flying over the lake, Li Qiao's posture changed, and she plunged diagonally into the water with her face facing up.
When water splashed in front of and around him, he saw the figure of a middle-aged monk not far away.
The cold lake water invaded my whole body, but there was a sense of security surrounding me in my heart.
Li Qiao suddenly realized that if a young monk like himself rushed into an unfamiliar area in the world of immortality, he would be very likely to fall if he encountered danger.
Therefore, he especially likes to observe the surrounding environment, and he is very serious. He dared to compete for the high-grade spiritual grass because he knew the existence of this lake.
The monk's speed in the water must be much slower than in the air. Soon the middle-aged monk caught up with him and appeared above the water where Li Qiao was. Then without any hesitation, he controlled the flying sword to fly into the water to attack.
The lake is not deep, with an average depth of only more than ten feet, but the lake water affects the speed of the flying sword. Although it is only a little slower than the flying sword, it is this small difference that allows Li Qiao to hold the close sword calmly. a lot of.
At the same time, another flying sword flew out of the water and attacked the middle-aged monk above the lake.
After taking out a defensive weapon similar to a shield and blocking the opponent's attack, the middle-aged monk moved back some distance and retracted his flying sword.
If the other party is willing to hide in the water, he doesn't mind waiting slowly, which is better than flying around and easily encountering other monks.
In this short period of time, Li Qiao also completely reached the bottom of the lake, and then the lake water turned turbid.
Then the turbidity of the lake water went in a straight line in one direction.
The middle-aged monk didn't care about this. Under the shroud of spiritual consciousness, the opponent must use his spiritual consciousness to deal with it. Although he couldn't see clearly where the target was, the opponent couldn't run away, and in this way, the opponent couldn't find his exact location.
But soon, the middle-aged monk's face darkened. He discovered that there was an underground waterway not far ahead, on the edge of the lake.
It was obvious that the other party wanted to use underground waterways to escape.
Follow him in? That is absolutely impossible. Judging from the other party's familiarity with this place, who knows if there are any traps waiting for him inside!
If you just let the opponent go like this, you are not willing to do so, so the only option left is to enter the water to block the opponent's entry.
The middle-aged monk did not go into the water at first, just out of the inherent caution of casual cultivators.
Who knows if the monk he is chasing has practiced a bunch of water attribute spells to the extreme. Under normal circumstances, he may be 90% sure of winning, but when he enters the water, it may become 60%.
If Li Qiao hadn't revealed his eighth-level Qi training before, the middle-aged monk would most likely have given up at this time. There is a difference between risking one's life for cultivators and risking one's life.
After all, there are only a very small number of monks who only practice water-based magic. If something goes wrong, the middle-aged monk who would leave as soon as possible speeds up and appears between Li Qiao and the lake's underground waterway, and then enters the water.
For high-level monks, the impact of this lake on fighting skills is minimal, but for low-level monks in the Qi training period, it has a huge impact.
Although Li Qiao's flying sword control skills have been practiced for a while, they are only at an average level and cannot be said to be powerful at all, because the basics are only the basics, and more about reaction and on-the-spot judgment.
If it's really powerful and it's not difficult, then how could Li not pay attention to it.
But the method of using fast to hit fast is replaced by the lake water. The speed becomes slower, but it also reduces the difficulty of use.
When the middle-aged monk first saw that Li Qiao was a fool who had deployed a defensive technique in the water, he rushed up with a sword and lamented that he had thought too much.
But when the other party got closer, he realized that he was the fool.
The lake surged, blood spread, and death and fighting fell silent.
