Jiang Jingli sighed secretly, feeling that he had been very unlucky these years.
He was seriously injured decades ago, and all his magic weapons, spirits and insects were damaged. In addition, he spent all his savings twenty years ago to repay the kindness of saving his life. It took these years to barely recover.
This time, I took on a family mission to capture some low-level monster in the Luoyan Mountains, and another new foundation-building monk from the family accompanied me.
As a result, things turned out to be twists and turns. In the past, the mission target could be found not long after entering the mountain range. For some reason, it was not found even after traveling thousands of miles into the mountain range. After that, it lost its direction. It really missed the target and it rained all night.
Jiang Jingli was thinking about whether to buy some transport talismans from the bald donkeys in the Cavalry Kingdom.
Then things seemed to turn around, and on the way back, I found a rare spiritual plant that had been cultivated for more than 500 years. If it were to be sold, it would be absolutely no problem to sell it for hundreds of spirit stones. You must know that the reward for this mission of catching monster beasts is only three hundred spirit stones.
The two of them spent a lot of effort to kill the second-level monster guarding Lingzhi and put the monster's body into the storage bag. Then he walked towards the spiritual plant, preparing to pick it.
But at this moment, seven or eight monks flew in from afar, two of them were still in the foundation building stage. Jiang Jingli quickly put the spiritual plants into his storage bag. At the same time, I suddenly felt terrible in my heart.
Sure enough, after the other party landed, a middle-aged monk who was in the middle stage of foundation building and took the lead said, "Two fellow Taoists, that spiritual grass was discovered by a junior in our family long ago, but it can't deal with the monsters it protects, so It has not been picked yet, please return it to us, our Lanshui City Zhao family is very grateful."
Jiang Jingli naturally would not believe the other party's lies, so he replied: "Oh? Is this happening? Can fellow Taoist tell me what kind of monster was protecting this spiritual plant before?"
The other party suddenly fell silent. They had just arrived and only saw traces of Lingzhi and nearby battles. How could they possibly guess what kind of monster was guarding Lingzhi? Before, they just wanted to test whether the other party was a fool. Maybe the other party was good enough. A fool would hand over the spiritual grass.
At this time, another young foundation-building monk said: "Brother, why bother talking nonsense with them? They consume a lot of spiritual energy. Take them directly. This way, not only the spiritual grass, but also all their belongings will be ours!" "
Suddenly the atmosphere between the two sides became more tense. The middle-aged monk was hesitant. After all, the other party was also a foundation-building monk. If the other party tried his best, we would also be damaged.
After thinking for a while, greed defeated caution, and he gritted his teeth and decided to call everyone to take action.
Suddenly, the defensive magic weapon Jade Shield on the middle-aged monk's waist emitted a spiritual light, and automatically enlarged to block him behind him.
"Ah!" "Dang!" The scream of the young foundation-building monk next to him and the sound of the collision of shields sounded at the same time.
The old man looked back and saw that two Yunjuns had appeared behind them at some unknown time. Fortunately, my defensive weapon had the function of automatically protecting the master and I was able to escape the disaster.
Yun Jun, who was attacking him, grabbed his Biluo Shield firmly with his teeth and claws, so he was unable to take back the magic weapon for a while.
The young monk next to him was miserable. I saw another Yunjun bite the young monk with its huge mouth entwined with wind-attribute spiritual power, and then flicked its head and easily tore him into several pieces.
The middle-aged monk didn't care about the Qi-training tribesmen or his own magic weapon. He quickly took out a flying sword and flew into the air, and escaped decisively.
At this time, Jiang Jingli was shocked by this unexpected incident, and quickly used his magic weapon to guard against the two monsters. At this moment, a message appeared in his ears.
Jiang Jingli's expression instantly became very strange. But he still informed the tribesmen next to him not to attack the two monsters for the time being.
At this time, the middle-aged monk had already flown to an altitude of hundreds of meters. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the two Yunjun were not chasing him, but were killing the low-level disciples of the family.
After all, Yunjun is well-known in the cultivation world of Zijin Kingdom. This is a kind of monster that is good at controlling the air and flies extremely fast. He may not be able to fly faster than the opponent with his sword.
Just when he breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt the danger and immediately released his consciousness, but it was already too late.
"Boom!!" The middle-aged monk's upper body was instantly wrapped in a fierce golden spiritual fire, and turned into ashes in less than a breath. Then the lower body of the body fell from high in the air.
"Boom!" Half of the corpse fell just over ten meters in front of Jiang Jingli. The storage bag was also on the waist of the corpse, but he and the people next to him did not dare to move.
After all, they watched helplessly as a mid-stage Foundation Establishment and an early-stage Foundation Establishment member died in just a few breaths, and they died miserably.
At this moment, a ray of light fell from the sky, it was Jiang Yun.
Qing Huo and Bai Hua obediently handed the storage bags on everyone's corpses to Jiang Yun. Jiang Yun took out a bottle of pills from his storage bag and poured out two pills. Gave them one each.
Then he ignored them and walked towards Jiang Jingli.
What Jiang Jingli saw was a strange monk, and he was secretly confused and still on guard. At this time, the other person spoke first.
"Jiang Yun has met my uncle. I haven't seen him for many years. I didn't expect to meet here. When I was five years old, I was very kind to Jiang Yun when I was choosing spiritual insects. Jiang Yun dare not forget it. Please accept my respect!" Jiang Yun said warmly. Then he bent down and made a big salute.
"You, are you really Jiang Jingchen's son?"
When Jiang Jingli heard Jiang Yun talk about the past, he immediately had no doubts in his heart, but he was still deeply shocked. Unexpectedly, the little guy back then would now kill the foundation-building monks like chopping melons and vegetables.
Jiang Yun smiled and nodded, canceled the disguise technique and returned to his original appearance.
Jiang Jingli stared at Jiang Yun carefully and found that although his face had changed greatly, he could still vaguely see the shadow of his childhood, and the serious expression on his face did not change much from when he was a child. He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"I heard in the clan that you have established a firm foothold in Spirit Beast Mountain. The clan leader has been happy about this for several months."
"I'm not surprised that you can build a foundation, but I didn't expect that you are so good at fighting. You are really formidable!" After speaking, he sighed deeply.
Jiang Yun smiled slightly and said humbly: "Uncle Miao, I praise you. This junior is only able to do it by surprise. If it is a head-on battle, it will still take a lot of effort."
Jiang Jingli heard that Jiang Yun did not regard these two foundation-building monks as any strong opponents. I couldn't help but think in my heart, is there really such a big gap between the disciples of the sect and the disciples of the family?
What Jiang Jingli didn't know was that the disciples of the sect were not as good as he thought.
Even the elite disciples of Spirit Beast Mountain, such as the second senior brother, the third senior brother, and the fourth senior brother, only use high-grade magical weapons and spiritual beasts of the Huiriya level.
Basically, only the chief disciple of each peak will have the best magical weapons, and spiritual beasts with strong bloodline will even have talismans with them. For example, the senior brother of Heisha Peak, Feng Lingyun.
If you encounter a stingy peak master or a peak with a large number of disciples, even the chief may not be able to have these.
As for these family monks, it would be great to have a top-grade magic weapon. As for top-grade magic weapons, they are basically the family's core-forming seeds, or those with strong backgrounds can only have them.
Afterwards, Jiang Yun and Jiang Jingli exchanged pleasantries and talked about some family matters while walking outside the mountains.
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