Chapter 244: The Fighting Monks
Han Kou took the wine jar she threw to him, took it in his hand and looked at it. It was not the ones he usually drank. He smiled and opened the lid of the wine jar. Immediately, a faint aroma of wine wafted out. He poured a glass and picked it up to take a look. He saw that the wine in the glass was a light golden color, and a strange aroma of wine floated in his nose. Seeing this wine, a name appeared in his mind: Monkey Wine. It looked like a spirit wine, so it must be Monkey Wine. He poured the spirit wine in his hand into his mouth, looked up in the direction of Leng Youran, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.
Leng Youran on this side rushed into the formation. Her target was the cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core who was struggling with the ice cone. She started to attack frantically as soon as she entered. She also wanted to see if she could defeat him with her own ability. So Han Kou saw such a scene. Leng Youran's attacks in the formation were continuously released as if she didn't need spiritual energy. In just a few breaths, she had released countless big moves. Such a crazy move surprised Han Kou!
Leng Zhihao had a hard time fighting against the early stage Jindan cultivator. He was only a foundation building cultivator and it was really hard for him to fight against the early stage Jindan cultivator. However, he also knew that this was a rare opportunity, so he gritted his teeth and tried hard to resist the attack from the opposite side. At this time, a fireball hit him heavily. Fortunately, he had the defensive talisman given to him by his little sister, otherwise he would not be able to escape this time. Even so, he was beaten back a few steps by the attack, and he was spitting out large mouthfuls of blood. Leng Zhihao looked coldly at the Jindan cultivator opposite who was looking at him with a smug look on his face. The Dan-stage cultivator spat out the blood in his mouth, took out a pill from the storage ring and swallowed it. My little sister's pill was really good. The burning pain in his body began to improve as soon as he took it. He glanced at the cultivator opposite him, took out another Explosive Spirit Pill from the storage ring and swallowed it. In just a few breaths, the spiritual power consumed in his body was almost restored. The Jindan-stage cultivator opposite him also noticed his abnormality, so he did not dare to be careless and swung the flying sword in his hand. A series of attacks came towards him again.
The spiritual power in Leng Zhihao's body was swelling and had nowhere to vent. Now he had the chance to release it, so he shouted loudly and swung out sword energy like it was free, directly hitting the Jindan stage cultivator on the opposite side without any ability to fight back. This made him, a Jindan stage cultivator, feel very annoyed. He, a Jindan stage cultivator, was beaten so badly by a foundation building stage cultivator. If other people knew about this, he would not be able to survive.
The Jindan stage cultivator who was beaten badly was also angry. He found a gap and took out a fifth-grade talisman and attacked Leng Zhihao directly in the face. He wanted to kill this kid.
Leng Zhihao was surprised to see him take out a fifth-grade talisman, but then he reacted and took out a talisman from his storage ring and threw it over. This was a seventh-grade offensive talisman, which Leng Youran had given him to save his life before. His younger sister didn't give them many talismans this time, mainly because she was afraid that they would rely on them when fighting. However, Leng Zhihao still remembered what his younger sister said, "Brothers and sisters, this talisman should be used when it is needed. You should use it when it is given to you and not let yourself suffer any loss." Thinking of this, he used the seventh-grade talisman without any regrets. Besides, this seventh-grade talisman can be reused.
The attacks from the two talismans met in the air. The fifth-grade talisman was obviously no match for the seventh-grade talisman. It was knocked to the ground by the seventh-grade talisman in just one encounter and lost its luster in an instant.
Leng Zhihao also controlled his talismans to attack the Jindan-stage cultivator. Simultaneously, he unleashed his most powerful attack. A golden giant sword appeared in the sky, slowly spinning in the air. Its speed only grew faster and faster. Within a few breaths, the spinning giant sword was no longer recognizable. Suddenly, it erupted in a dazzling light and swiftly flew towards the Jindan-stage cultivator across from it. An hour later, Leng Youran waved his hand, and the previously activated formation suddenly stopped. In an instant, it transformed into streaks of light and flew into Leng Youran's hands. If these talismans were left outside, they would slowly absorb spiritual energy, allowing them to be used again after a period of time. Leng Youran tossed the talismans into the space and had Tao Yao place them on a shelf, allowing them to absorb spiritual energy on their own.
After cleaning up the battlefield quickly, they left the place and found a new place to settle down.
They were lucky enough to find an abandoned cave not far away. Leng Youran asked everyone to enter his position outside the cave entrance to set up the formation, and then went into the cave to rest. An hour later, Leng Youran slowly opened his eyes and found that the others had already recovered and were whispering to each other.
Han Xiuer saw Leng Youran wake up and asked happily, "Sister Youran, can we divide the spoils?" When the others heard the voice, they all turned around and looked at Leng Youran, which meant that they also wanted to see their spoils this time.
Seeing this, Leng Youran smiled slightly and took out a small pile of storage bags from his storage bracelet. The Wen family was indeed a second-rate family. The storage bags used by their disciples were much larger than those used by his family, and each of those Jindan-stage cultivators had a storage ring in their hands. Leng Zhihai was a lively person. When he saw a pile of storage bags, he began to count them, one, two, five, ten, fifty-six. When he counted to this point, Leng Zhihai became a little excited. He looked at several people with sparkling eyes and said, "How many cultivators did the Wen family rob before! There are only seventeen of them, and the storage bags here are several times their number." Leng Zhihao frowned and suddenly took out one from the pile of storage bags. He held the storage bag in front of him and observed it carefully. At this time, the others looked at him in surprise, not understanding what was wrong with him.
Leng Qingyou was more careful and asked, "Brother, what happened? Is there anything wrong with this storage bag?" Leng Zhihao handed the storage bag to her and motioned him to take a closer look. Leng Qingyou took the storage bag and observed it carefully. Finally, she found a somewhat worn mark in the corner of the storage bag. Her eyes widened when she saw the mark. This was a special mark of their family. This storage bag was provided by their family to the disciples. Leng Qingyou and the others didn't notice it just now because they had better ones a long time ago, so they didn't find any clues for a while.
Leng Qingyou glanced at Leng Youran and the others and turned the storage bags in their hands over, and the things inside fell to the ground.
Most of the things in it were low-level spiritual medicines, some materials from monsters, and some miscellaneous things. Leng Qingyou picked out a jade token from it and her eyes turned red. This was the identity jade token of their family's disciples. It seemed that the Wen family was not only targeting them, but also other members of their family. This was not a good sign!
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