You are the one who is looking for death!
The sky was getting dark, and it was almost dusk.
Walking in the Canglang Mountain Range at this time is extremely dangerous, even Su Zimo can't guarantee his safety.
But Su Zimo chose to go out to find the monkey.
Not only because the monkey had saved his life, but also because of the six months of getting along, the relationship between one person and one monkey has gradually deepened, and it is more like a kind of friendship.
Getting along with monkeys is much simpler than interacting with people.
It is enough to treat each other sincerely.
Even though the monkey loves to fight and teases Su Zimo, it will not deceive, will not use it, it will not be intrigue or intrigue.
The smell on the monkey's body was pungent and unpleasant, and it was easy to identify. Su Zimo took a few careful sniffs outside the cave entrance before choosing a direction and galloping away.
Su Zimo only later learned that this monkey had a soft spot for his own feces, and if he was willing to wipe him sloppily, it was tantamount to treating him as his own.
On the way, Su Zimo encountered many spirit beasts.
But Su Zimo didn't entangle them, bypassed these spirit beasts, and continued to search for the smell of the monkey.
Most of these spirit beasts recognized Su Zimo and would not take the initiative to trouble him.
Not long after, Su Zimo stopped, fanning his ears, and faintly caught the sound of Jin Ge fighting.
"Um?"
Su Zimo narrowed his eyes slightly.
How can there be the sound of weapons colliding in this Canglang Mountain Range?
Even an innate master didn't dare to go deep into the Blue Wolf Mountain Range, let alone near night.
Cultivator!
These three words flashed in Su Zimo's mind, and his expression was uncertain.
If it had been a year ago, Su Zimo would be eager to try, excited, like a newborn calf.
But now, after a year of precipitation and training, Su Zimo has faded away from astringency and impetuosity.
More importantly, a cultivator who dares to stay in the Canglang Mountain Range in the evening will never have a low realm. It is impossible to be a first-tier or second-tier qi trainer!
Most of the spirit beasts in the Canglang Mountains cannot threaten the spirit monkeys, but if they encounter a cultivator, the situation is different.
At this point, Su Zimo crawled on the ground, using his hands and feet together, his body twisted and bent, like a large python, passing through the jungle without making any movement.
The python plucks the grass!
One style in the Yi Jin chapter can quietly approach the opponent.
The sound of Jin Ge's fighting from the front became clearer and denser, and some men's laughter and scolding and women's jokes were mixed in between.
Following the dim night, Su Zimo lay in the grass, watching the battle ten meters away.
The trees around the battlefield have been severed by weapons, revealing a relatively spacious field. Five men in broad avenue robes are besieging a yellow fir woman.
The five men each controlled a flying sword in the air, dancing with both hands, as if there was a ray of invisible power connected to the flying sword.
Huangshan woman also controls a flying sword, the sword body is covered with a layer of frost, and it looks obviously much better than the flying swords of the five men.
The flying sword was controlled in the hands of the Huangshan woman, and it seemed very elegant, agile and fast.
Huangshan woman seems to have some treasure on her body. Occasionally, when she is stabbed by the opponent's flying sword, a light mask will light up on her body, but as time goes by, the light mask becomes lighter and lighter.
The Huangshan woman staggered with one enemy and five, seeming to be physically weak, obviously falling into the wind.
Seeing the fight between the cultivators, Su Zimo felt an eye-opener.
Su Zimo retracted his gaze and looked aside.
On the edge of the battlefield, there were two more men watching the battle. The costumes of the two men were exactly the same as those of the five on the battlefield, obviously going the same way.
In the middle of the two men, there was a monkey standing with bruises and bruises, but his expression was dull, and his eyes flickered with fierce light from time to time.
Su Zimo looked at it intently, and saw that the arms and feet of the monkey were tightly bound by two iron rings. The inner ring of the iron ring had barbs that had been pierced into the flesh and blood.
The monkey has completely lost his freedom and is hard to move!
Su Zimo had never fought with a cultivator before, and he didn't know what methods they had. He didn't even know the realm of these cultivators in front of him.
But seeing the monkey in trouble, Su Zimo's murderous intent was overwhelming, and his eyes were cold.
Su Zimo pondered for a moment, and did not make a move for the first time.
Because he knows that once he makes a shot, he must kill the enemy with one blow, and he cannot give the opponent the slightest reaction time!
This is not alone.
There are seven cultivators on the opposite side!
A gas trainer with a thin cheek smiled lustfully: "Little girl, your diamond talisman won't last long. I advise you to catch it with your hands to avoid suffering!"
"Yes, the sword has no eyes. It would be a pity if you accidentally scratched your little face."
"Haha, you won't be able to last long even if you are a foundation-building cultivator if you are in the He Huan San of our Huanxi Sect!"
The yellow-shirted woman's willow eyebrows are erected, her expression is cold, and she coldly said: "You guys are really looking for death, I'm the Cyan Shuang Sect monk, don't open your eyes, and quickly retreat!"
Su Zimo's heart shuddered.
Unexpectedly, the woman in the yellow shirt turned out to be a foundation-building monk.
The terrible thing is that even the friendship among the foundation-building cultivators is not the opponent of these five gas trainers!
As for the Diamond Talisman that the Qi Qi practitioner said, Su Zimo heard about it even more.
One of the fat-headed gas trainers sneered: "Hey, since you know that you are a monk from the Cyan Shuang Sect, I can't let you go. Falling into the hands of our seven sons of joy will surely make you want to be immortal. . Die, be obedient!"
As if disturbed by these words, the flying sword controlled by the woman in the yellow shirt paused for a while, and she was stabbed by two flying swords again.
when! when!
A golden mask appeared around Huangshan woman's body, blocking the two flying swords, but the golden mask was affected by this, and it was covered with cracks, which could break at any time!
Huang Shan woman pressed her red lips tightly, without saying a word, struggling to resist, unwilling to give in.
On the other side, the bald-headed air trainer guarding the monkey's side looked relaxed and smiled: "This trip to the Canglang Mountain Range is not a small gain. This woman must have a lot of treasures. The most important thing is that this woman does not matter. Whether the face or the body is the best, it can also make our seven brothers happy, haha."
"But having said that, if there is no trapped animal ring handed down from the master, I really can't hold this monkey." Another air trainer with a long stick in his hand smacked his lips, feeling lingering.
The bald trainer snorted, "Wait to torture the monkey well, and then force it to swear a blood oath, I don't believe it and I can't control a beast!"
Seeing that the overall situation had been set, the two inevitably relaxed a little and started talking casually.
At this moment, the blood gleamed in the eyes of the spirit monkey standing motionless, and he suddenly turned sideways, opened his big mouth, revealing sharp teeth, and bit the neck of the training man next to him!
The monkeys are bound with their hands and feet, unable to move, but for the spirit beasts, biting is a natural ability they understand.
If this bite is bitten, the Qi trainer will never have a chance to survive!
The monkey is tall, and if he wants to bite a relatively short gas trainer, he must lower his head. In addition, his body is restrained and his movements are slightly slower, which is reflected by the person.
The stick-trained airman changed his color in amazement, and quickly dodged to evade.
Stabbed!
Although the stick-trained airman avoided the vital points of his neck, his shoulders were forcibly ripped off by the monkeys, and blood surged!
"what!"
The trainer with the stick cried out in pain, his face was pale, his palm touched the small cloth bag around his waist, and there was a porcelain bottle in his palm.
This person opened the mouth of the bottle, poured out a pinch of powdered things, sprinkled it on the wound, and the blood stopped temporarily, which was amazing.
After treating the wound with the stick training airman, he was furious and picked up the iron rod. Suddenly a light flashed from it, and it hit the monkey's knee heavily. He cursed, "Bastard, kneel down for me!"
With a bang.
The monkey's figure trembled, and the color of pain flashed in his eyes.
But this stick failed to make the monkey kneel, but instead aroused its ferocity!
The monkey chewed the torn flesh and blood frantically, showing a hideous face, swallowing it in one mouthful, and then quacking and laughing at the stick-handler, his eyes were full of contempt, and he looked wild and rebellious.
"Beast, you are looking for death!"
Seeing the monkey like this, the cultivator with the stick felt even more angry. Regardless of the wound collapsed, he once again picked up the iron rod and smashed it towards the monkey's heavenly cover!
At this moment, a cold voice rang in this person's ears.
"You are the one looking for death!"