When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

Yun Qingyue didn't know these few monks, but judging by their clothes and demeanor, they were not casual cultivators, they should be disciples of those small sects. However, these people obviously didn't intend to expose the sect when they came out to rob, and after changing the uniform of the sect, they couldn't see the specific origin.

It's just that Yun Qingyue didn't know them, but they did. After all, the disciples of the Great Sect are well-known.

The leader was dressed in a yellow cassock, his eyes glanced at the little white tiger, and then he looked at Yun Qingyue: "Fairy Qingyue really lives up to her reputation, and such a difficult puppet was also defeated by you. But I think you should be at the end of your battle, right?" Otherwise, we won’t let the white tiger take action for you. In this way, our brothers have no intention of embarrassing you, as long as you hand over the treasure you got after defeating the puppet, we will let you go.”

These people are brothers from the same sect, except for the leader who is Yuan Ying, the rest are no more than Jindan. It's just that they were quite ambitious and didn't want to waste time in the Jindan area, so they crossed the boundary and came to the Nascent Soul area to join their seniors.

The luck of the few people was not very good, and they didn't get out of this desert after walking for several days, and they met the yellow sand puppet before Yun Qingyue and the others. Based on the principle that there will always be rewards after the test in the secret realm, the brothers and sisters spent a lot of effort to surround and kill the yellow sand puppet. It's just that before they were looking for rewards, they had the same experience as Yun Qingyue and the others—the yellow sand puppet who had just been defeated was resurrected with full blood!

It's a pity that they didn't have Yun Qingyue's resilience. Seeing that they had to fight again, the few people who were seriously injured immediately chose to give up. They escaped, but fortunately, the sand puppet didn't chase too far, and went back after passing a certain limit.

The yellow sand puppet returned to its original place, turned into yellow sand and scattered again, and even the pile of sand that had accumulated was leveled off when the wind blew.

It is waiting for the next tester, but those who escaped are not willing to leave like this. In order to defeat the yellow sand puppets, not only were they all injured, but they also used a lot of talisman pills and damaged magic weapons and robes. The disciples of the great sect may not care about this, but they have to care about it, not to mention that the Huangsha puppet has already been defeated by them once, so how can they let the newcomers take advantage of it for nothing?

With this mentality in mind, the few people were recovering from their injuries while waiting for the next unlucky person to arrive... Emperor Tian paid off, they recovered from their injuries, and finally waited for the latecomers.

It's just that a few people didn't expect that it would be Yun Qingyue who was said to be the real arrogance of the champion in Sanzong Lunwuli!

The junior brothers were timid at first, but finally the leading senior brother decided to wait and see. As a result, they waited until the Huangsha puppets were resurrected one after another, but it was so, Yun Qingyue and her spirit beasts also defeated the puppets time and time again.

The heart of the puppet, they hid in the distance to investigate, so they couldn't see it clearly, and they didn't even notice that the civet had turned into a white tiger. Just looking at Yun Qingyue's strong strength and her powerful spirit beast, several people inevitably felt jealousy—the few people who could cultivate to the current level before the age of fifty were naturally talented, and they regarded themselves very highly. But Gao also found that his peers were far ahead of him, how could he not be jealous?

Together with jealousy, there are treasures in front of him, and Yun Qingyue has obviously exhausted his spiritual power to the end of his strength. The small thoughts that a few people shouldn't have naturally came to the head, and they couldn't suppress it anymore.

Sending spirit beasts to seize the treasure was the first attempt, so it would be great if they could take the opportunity to grab something and leave.

It's a pity that Yun Qingyue and the others chased after them, and they could only show their faces if they didn't want to let go. They also care about it, the first attack on the little white tiger is to use up this combat power. In addition, several people also carried magic weapons to hide their cultivation bases. Only the elder senior brother in the lead leaked a trace of the coercion of the Nascent Soul cultivator, trying to fool the opponent with this, and deter the opponent with the large number of people.

It's just that the civet turned into a white tiger, which still frightened them. On the one hand, they are afraid of the strength of the beast, and on the other hand, they inevitably covet the fur and flesh of the cubs - if they really want to get the materials for the beast, they can get more than this adventure in the secret realm!

While speaking to Yun Qingyue, the cultivator in yellow secretly glanced at the little white tiger, the greed in his eyes was hardly concealed.

Naturally, such a look cannot be concealed from Yun Qingyue's eyes, and the expression in Liuli's eyes is slightly cold. The next moment, there was a sound of "choking", the Snow-covering sword was out of its sheath, and it was slashing towards the opposite side with unrivaled power. If you want to take treasures from me, you can take them yourself."

When the word "take" fell, the sword had already slashed in front of the monk in yellow. The icy sword edge almost scratched his skin, and he had no time to hide, nor did he have time to use his spiritual power to receive the attack.

At the very moment, the cultivator in yellow stretched out his hand and pulled the closest junior to him to block him.

Immediately after that, there was a scream, but it was the Golden Core cultivator who was blocking the knife, which was split from his left shoulder to his right abdomen by the sword, and his whole body was split in two by the blade. Blood and internal organs flowed all over the ground, but the monk's vitality was tenacious, and such a terrible injury did not kill him in the first place. As a result, the screams were endless, matching the scene in front of him was simply terrifying.

The little white tiger was full of anger just after being injured in the hind leg, but unexpectedly the situation took a turn for the worse. The **** scene in front of her was really beyond her expectations, she was so frightened that she shuddered, and even stepped back several steps, almost unable to hold back her mouth.

Of course, it wasn't just the little white tiger who was stimulated by this scene, the faces of several monks on the opposite side were even pale.

The yellow-clothed cultivator felt guilty for a moment when he pulled his junior brother to block the sword, but then he gained momentum and said sternly: "You also said that you are a fairy of the righteous way, but you are so ruthless, I think you are no different from those monsters outside the secret world. Since you made the first move today, don't blame me for being ruthless." As he spoke, he raised his hand and threw a small tripod, and saw the small tripod grow against the wind, hooded towards Yun Qingyue.

Since he decided to rob the disciples of the great sect, the yellow-clothed monk was naturally not completely unprepared. His sect background is indeed not as good as that of Xuan Qingzong, and the resources given to him are also limited, but he couldn't stand his luck, and got this treasure after entering the secret realm.

The small cauldron is a sixth-order magic weapon, which can be used by monks to defend as well as defend against enemies after recognizing its owner. When defending, you only need to buckle the small tripod on yourself, even the venerable in the out-of-body stage cannot break the small tripod's defense. And there are not many tricks when confronting the enemy, one is to overwhelm the mountain, and the other is to cover the enemy in the tripod. It's just different from covering the master, after covering the enemy, the pill fire will be ignited in the small cauldron to incinerate and refine the enemy.

Yun Qingyue saw the precious light on the small cauldron and knew that it was not easy to provoke, so he swung his sword to block it, and then avoided it. But the evasion was only for a while, under the control of the monk in yellow, Xiao Ding attacked her again soon.

Seeing this, the monks around them put aside the tragic situation of their fellow disciples for the time being, and offered their magic weapons to help.

In the blink of an eye, Yun Qingyue was under siege.

Seeing this, the little white tiger didn't care to think too much. With a flash of golden light on its immature tiger paws, it pounced on the closest cultivator... Maybe the other party underestimated the enemy and forgot that there was a white tiger next to him, or maybe It was the little white tiger's speed that was so fast that the monk had no time to react. After all, when the little white tiger clawed down, the monk hardly resisted, and three deep claw marks were directly added to his body.

The cultivator let out a cry of pain, blood flashed on his body, and the magic weapon that was attacking Yun Qingyue lost control and fell down.

Seeing this, the little white tiger didn't love to fight, nor did he want to kill them all, and quickly rushed to the next person—these monks were so quick that they didn't expect, except for the occasional dodge, the little white tiger almost killed one of them with one paw.

But after a while, all the people except the yellow-clothed monk fell under the claws of the little white tiger. On the other hand, Yun Qingyue, without the intervention of other magical instruments, was even more comfortable dealing with Xiao Ding. After all, no matter how powerful the magic weapon is, it is useless if the master who controls the magic weapon is not strong enough. This little cauldron fell into the hands of the monk in yellow, and his strength was less than half.

The yellow-clothed cultivator had no helpers, and even if he still had high-level magic weapons, he was soon stretched. But this is not the worst, the worst thing is that the little white tiger freed his hand and started attacking him instead.

Not long after, the monk in yellow also fell down, and the little white tiger looked at the group of thieves who dared to rob them and spit out two words: "Vegetable chicken."

The monk in yellow almost vomited blood when he heard the words, but the little white tiger didn't bother to pay attention to him, and turned his head to greet Yun Qingyue happily: "Senior sister, what should this group of people do? They are so courageous, they dare to rob us!"

Yun Qingyue picked up the little white tiger, held her up with both hands and looked at her hind leg injured by the explosion talisman—in fact, it was good, the defense of the beast was not paper, the previous explosion talisman basically only blew up to the tiger's fur . In addition, the recovery ability of the divine beast is not weak. At this time, the wound can no longer be seen, only the piece of tiger hair is blown to pieces.

The little white tiger noticed the senior sister's gaze, and shrank his feet uncomfortably: "Senior sister..."

Yun Qingyue looked away and asked her, "Did you get hurt?"

The little white tiger didn't want to lose face in front of his senior sister, so he replied immediately without thinking, "No." After finishing speaking, he felt a little regretful, what a good opportunity to sell miserably, so he changed the subject and said, "It hurts a little. Just a little bit, senior sister rubs it and it will be fine."

Yun Qingyue didn't know if he could see through her little thoughts, but in the end, he was kind enough to help her rub the blown back. How gentle she was when facing the little white tiger, and how cold and stern her eyes were when she turned her head to look at the culprits lying aside. She didn't answer the little white tiger's previous question, but she gave the answer with actions, and a few heads rolled down when she waved her hand.

The monks who set up an ambush didn't even have time to beg for mercy, and the little white tiger didn't even have time to react. She was held in the arms of her senior sister, and she could only see her snow-white skirt, but she could smell a strong smell of blood gradually permeating through her breath.

No one thought that Yun Qingyue would be so decisive.

When the Jindan cultivator had his head severed, he was dead and gone. But the Nascent Soul cultivator cultivated the Nascent Soul, which is actually equivalent to having a second life. The yellow-clothed monk was the only one among these people who was not completely dead. As soon as his body fell down, the Nascent Soul in his body quickly escaped, trying to escape to a distant place to save his life.

However, since Yun Qingyue made a move, how could he let him go? At that moment, with a wave of the long sword in his hand, Yuan Ying was stopped, and the latter seemed to understand that he could not escape. A ruthless determination flashed in Yuan Ying's eyes, and he suddenly counterattacked.