Chapter 337: The Light Path Monk

"Fortunately, that guy didn't run very far, and he can still catch up!"

Looking at the noisy street, Zhao Yi's eyes were fixed on a certain direction. Although he didn't have a sense of consciousness, he could still find the general direction with the clues provided on the spot.

However, as Zhao Yi tracked more and more deeply, there were fewer and fewer people in the surrounding streets, and even the air became much colder.

"Shua!"

Zhao Yi looked around, and suddenly felt a chill down his back, he jumped up and dodged narrowly.

Zhao Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, staring fixedly at a tall pillar, where a man wearing a black robe and a mask came out slowly.

"Not only can you keep up with my speed, but you can also easily avoid my assassination. Who are you?"

The man held a dagger and stared at Zhao Yi closely.

"I'll give you a minute to hand over the spirit iron essence, or you will regret it."

Zhao Yi said lightly, with his hands in his pockets, seemingly careless, but his eyes were serious.

He felt a dangerous and cold aura from this masked man.

"Oh? Even the spirit iron spirit knows about it. It seems that today, I can't let you leave here."

When the masked man heard the words, a cruel murderous intent flashed across his eyes, and he rushed towards Zhao Yi with a dagger in his hand.

"Do it directly?"

Zhao Yi's face remained unchanged. It has to be said that the masked man chose a good place. There was no one around, no matter how loud he shouted, no one would notice.

Zhao Yi's thought flashed, his figure swayed slightly at this moment, and he directly dodged the dagger stabbed by the masked man.

"too slow."

The corner of Zhao Yi's mouth raised slightly, with a sneer, taking advantage of this opportunity, he directly put his palm into the pocket of the masked man, took out the spirit iron essence, and retreated quickly.

"What!"

When the masked man saw this, his face turned red and his ears were red. He didn't expect Zhao Yi to snatch the spirit iron essence from the very beginning.

"Is this the spirit iron essence? Although the quality is much lower than that of Wuji Continent, it can still be used barely. There is nothing wrong with making a few small spirit weapons."

Zhao Yi directly held the spirit iron essence in his hand to observe, and said to himself.

"Boy, you are too contemptuous of people!"

When the masked man saw Zhao Yi's appearance outside the battlefield, he immediately became furious, but this time he didn't intend to test it out, and just went all out to do it!

"Shua!"

At this moment, his body was running at an astonishing speed. On the surface of his body, there was even a light of power that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

"Is this spiritual power? No, it's too different from spiritual power."

Zhao Yi observed the changes in the masked man, frowning slightly, but couldn't tell what kind of power it was for a while.

"Go to hell!"

The masked man growled and threw Zhao Yi on the head.

"Steel Fist!"

The masked man's speed was astonishingly fast, Zhao Yi couldn't dodge for a while, and his two fists collided fiercely.

"boom!"

The muffled sound resounded, Zhao Yi's body scrambled, blood even overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his arms drooped weakly.

"You can't be wrong, although this is not spiritual power, but placed in Wuji Continent, this kind of power is enough to surpass the peak of Body Tempering!"

Zhao Yi secretly thought, and gradually understood a little bit.

In the Wuji Continent, all cultivators focus on spiritual power, and they are called cultivators.

The other type is specialized in cultivating the body. This is called a warrior, but generally the achievements are not great. The masked man in front of him belongs to this situation.

If you think about it, spiritual power is thin in this world, so it's quite normal to practice martial arts to become a martial artist.

"I didn't expect that I didn't die after being punched by me, but can you block the next move?"

The masked man sneered and said conceitedly, as if he had seen Zhao Yi begging for mercy on his knees.

"Is it?"

Zhao Yi sneered, although there is a huge difference in strength between them, Zhao Yi's decades of combat experience are not comparable to the masked man!

"It's all about deceiving yourself!"

As the masked man said, he charged forward again, his fists clenched tightly, and carrying tremendous power, he punched out, directly hitting Zhao Yi's forehead, that speed was unavoidable!

"I kindly advise you, if that's the case, let me cut off your arm first."

Zhao Yi said lightly, he raised his remaining left hand lightly, and spread his five fingers, as if intending to stop the masked man's attack like this.

"boom!"

The man in the mask sneered, and before the smile under the mask widened, he froze immediately. He felt that his punch with all his strength seemed to be punched in a quagmire, without the slightest effect!

"Tian Xuan Po, soft palm!"

Zhao Yi thought to himself, the palm seemed soft to catch the masked man's attack, but in fact it dispelled all his strength, just like playing Tai Chi, and directly threw him to the ground.

"boom!"

A muffled sound resounded, and the man's mask was smashed into pieces, Zhao Yi finally saw the masked man's true face.

"This guy……"

The mask shattered, and an old face immediately appeared in sight. At a glance, it was seventy or eighty years old, and there was no hair on the top of the head, obviously a bald head.

"Boy, I remember you, the next time we meet, I will not let you go!"

As the masked man spoke, he hurriedly picked up the broken mask, and fled decisively.

when

When Zhao Yi came to his senses, the masked man who claimed to be a light monk had already fled. He wanted to chase him again, but he was nowhere to be found.

"The voice is clearly that of an uncle, why is he so old?"

Zhao Yi said to himself, and the monk of Qingdao didn't cultivate spiritual power, so the spiritual iron essence should be of no use to him, it's just some iron essence with higher density...

"Forget it, don't worry about it, it's just an idiot."

Immediately, Zhao Yi shook his head, and simply put this behind him, at worst, he would just kill him next time we meet.

Zhao Yi also realized that his cultivation base was weak in this battle with the Qing Dao monk.

If it weren't for his underestimation of the enemy and his extremely strong combat experience and unexpected martial arts skills, he might not be able to win against the Qingdao monk at all.

Perhaps in this unknown world there are still many people who are more powerful than monks of Qingdao. What Zhao Yi is doing now is to improve his cultivation as soon as possible!

"Fortunately, the spirit iron spirit got it."

Zhao Yi held the Spirit Iron Essence tightly and left the place quickly.

...

"Damn it, I didn't expect to be snatched away by a kid."

Outside a remote river channel, Qing Dao monk sat down directly, with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, Zhao Yi's soft palm hit him internally.

"It seems that it can only be replaced temporarily by other things."

"Boy... just wait, when I recover a certain amount of strength, I will definitely make you disappear from this world forever!"

Monk Qingdao's eyes burst out with a cold murderous intent, but he was afraid that Zhao Yi would follow up behind him, so he left in a hurry without taking a rest.