Chapter 51

"Isn't there a cave below this?" Another Jindan cultivator continued, and his consciousness was probed, but he shook his head: "No, there is no breath of living creatures."

"But in these sands, there is aura of spiritual power, and it is still a very pure aura of spiritual power." A Jindan cultivator next to him said.

"I'll take a look again."

An old man stepped forward, squatted down to check it, stretched out his hand and rubbed the sand on the ground, faintly felt that there was an extremely pure spiritual energy covering the sand, and was thinking about checking it, when he saw A hand suddenly stretched out from under the sand.

The old man was startled, he quickly took a step back, and one hand fell on the sword at his waist. Before he could move, he saw a bright head emerge from the sand.

Mo Ye in the dark looked at the head emerging from the sand and the face that he was not unfamiliar with, his deep eyes could not help but flicker.

It's this little monk again!

He stared at the little bald head who was slapping the sand on his body after crawling out, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes. How could a young monk who should have already left come to such depths again? Still buried in the sand?

The few Jindan cultivators next to them saw a young monk, and they couldn't help but be surprised. One of them asked, "Who are you? How did you emerge from the ground?"

"Dumb! Dumb!"

Xiao Hei also fluttered his wings from under the sand and flew out. After shaking off the sand and sand on his body, he saw several Jindan cultivators standing outside! He immediately closed his mouth and squatted on top of Tangning's head with great effort, staring at the few Jindan cultivators with small black eyes.

"Crow?" Another Jindan cultivator frowned and stared at the crow, obviously a little unhappy.

Tangning took the time to pat the sand on her body, and her mind quickly turned around. She let out a sigh of relief, and then looked at the few Jindan cultivators in front of her, her expression was neither panic nor panic, on the contrary, she showed a bit of indifference and ease.

"Who are you? Where did I come from and have anything to do with you?"

Hearing that faint voice came slightly cold. The eyes of several Jindan cultivators flickered slightly, and they could not help but look at the person in front of them again.

He was only thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a tattered gray coat stained with blood, and holding a black bamboo that looked like it had been burned by fire. The most dazzling thing should be the bright head of the little monk. .

However, what they noticed at the moment was not the bright head of the little monk, but the aura on his body, an aura that naturally radiated and was above them.

Could it be that this little monk's cultivation is higher than them?

Several people wanted to check his cultivation, but found that they could not see through the strength of the other party's cultivation. This made them startled, and they restrained their thoughts of investigating.

This place is in the depths of the forest. If there is no strength above Jindan, ordinary people would not dare to set foot in it easily, and this little monk came here alone. Could it be that his strength is really above them?

If this is the case, this person's talent is truly a genius!

No one knew that Mo Ye's shock at this moment was no less than those of the Jindan cultivators, because no one knew better than him the strength of this little monk.

But now, who is going to tell him that this person with a calm demeanor and a self-confidence between his brows is actually the little monk who is holding a bowl to ask him for alms?