Chapter 466: The Old Monk Who Doesn’t Do Business at a Loss

Meng Fan had no intention of taking Hong Qi with him to such an unknown place.

After all, to be honest, after Hong Qi turned from a sword spirit into a human, she often became a burden.

Unknown places are always risky, and Meng Fan would not be stupid enough to take a burden with him.

This would not only cause trouble for himself, but also for Hong Qi.

What's more, Hong Qi had just experienced these battles, and it was time for her to have some insights, and she needed to digest them well.

Then, Meng Fan walked towards the depths of the Fengyun Demon Sect in the direction indicated by the old monk.

As he walked, he had left the building of the Fengyun Demon Sect and came to a more remote place.

Judging from the surrounding situation, he should have arrived at the back mountain.

The back mountain of the Fengyun Demon Sect is no longer a back mountain in a broad sense.

Because the Fengyun Demon Sect is located in the Hongyun Mountains, if you really count, this "back mountain" is a bit too big.

Finally, Meng Fan stopped at the edge of a cliff.

The Red Cloud Mountains have both high peaks and low valleys, so they also form cliff-like terrain.

"Old monk, we are already at the edge of the cliff. What's the matter? You want to tell me that the treasure is under the cliff and ask me to jump off the cliff?" Meng Fan said to the old monk a little helplessly.

The old monk said seriously: "Meng Shizhu, you really need to jump off the cliff today, but you don't need to jump to the bottom. According to my perception, there is a cave in the middle of this cliff."

Hearing the words of the old monk, Meng Fan frowned slightly, but did not question anything.

First of all, the old monk would not harm him, because if he died, the old monk would also be wiped out, and the previous contract was not in vain.

Secondly, with his current cultivation, he would not die even if he jumped off the cliff.

Even if he completely sealed his cultivation, he would not be injured at all if he jumped off just relying on the strength of his physical body.

Meng Fan did not hesitate or hesitate, and jumped directly to the cliff.

After falling for a while, he controlled his body to float in the air and did not continue to fall.

Following the direction pointed by the old monk, he did feel a restriction.

Behind the restriction should be the cave that the old monk mentioned, that is, the treasure land.

But this kind of restriction, like the formation, requires professional means to break.

Meng Fan has not practiced in this aspect. The only thing he has learned that is related to this aspect is the Xiaoqian Sword Formation he got from the Danjianxian inheritance.

After all, there is a word formation in these four words.

There are also several other sword formations of the Shushan Sword Sect. Although Elder Lin taught Meng Fan the secret book, Meng Fan has never had time to practice.

Then, in essence, the word "formation" in the sword formation is also very different from the "formation" of the restriction formation.

Meng Fan wants to break the restriction in front of him. There is only one way, that is to use brute force to break it.

He tried it and slashed the sword at the restriction.

It didn't move at all!

There was no fluctuation at all.

Meng Fan understood that he was far from being able to break the restriction. Even through the feeling of the sword just now, he knew that even if ten of himself were added together, they would not be able to break it.

Although it felt reasonable, it was also a bit unexpected.

Although he just casually slashed the sword, it was also at the level of sword soul, definitely not weak.

This also proved that the restriction here was not simple.

Meng Fan said to the old monk: "Do you have a way to break the restriction here?"

The most stable way is naturally to go back to find Elder Lin. With Elder Lin's ability, it is naturally easy to break the restriction.

But you can tell with your toes that Elder Lin must be very busy today.

And Meng Fan was a little embarrassed to bother Elder Lin with everything.

If there is a treasure behind this restriction, it's fine. If there is nothing, it's still embarrassing to invite Elder Lin.

The old monk's answer sounded in Meng Fan's mind at the right time.

"I really know this restriction. It is not easy to break it. And I am now a remnant soul, extremely weak.

To break this restriction, you need to use some means, and these means require the help of Mr. Meng."

Hearing the old monk's words, Meng Fan did not hesitate and asked directly: "What do you need me to help you with?"

"Breaking this restriction requires extremely amazing soul power. My soul power is insufficient now, so I need Mr. Meng's spirit stones to supplement it."

Meng Fan sneered immediately.

The old fox is not interested in wine. In the end, he still wants to take his own spirit stones.

"Didn't I just give you a thousand spirit stones?" Meng Fan said unhappily.

The old monk hurriedly said: "One thing is one thing. These spirit stones are exchanged for information. What's more, these spirit stones are not enough."

This is a scheming old man. For fear that the first half of the sentence will make Meng Fan unhappy, he quickly added another sentence that it is not enough.

It doesn't mean that I'm reluctant to take out the previous spiritual stones, but because it's not enough!

Meng Fan rolled his eyes and said coldly: "I'll give you another hundred spiritual stones. Don't bargain with me. If it doesn't work, I'll go back to my master."

Hearing this, the old monk also stopped while he was ahead and didn't take the opportunity to continue to blackmail Meng Fan.

Although one hundred spiritual stones are few, a mosquito's leg is still meat.

The old monk is used to a hard life, so he stopped while he was ahead and was content.

Meng Fan took out a hundred spiritual stones and threw them into the old monk's relics.

This old monk is really like a goose plucking his hair. He must pluck some wool from himself no matter what.

However, Meng Fan was not angry or dissatisfied, because although the old monk was very good at plucking hair, he really tried his best every time.

Meng Fan knew it well, he couldn't just work without being paid, right?

Even the capitalists can’t do this!

After the old monk received the spiritual stone, he also worked directly without any ink marks.

The shadow of the old monk appeared in front of Meng Fan, and no one knew what method he used. The restriction in front of Meng Fan began to slowly dissipate.

The whole process takes less than ten breaths.

"How much soul power can you consume in just such a short time? You said that a thousand spiritual stones are not enough for you to replenish it?" Meng Fan said to the old monk with a straight face.

Although this old monk can indeed solve the problem, he is really just telling lies to deceive himself.

"Donor Meng, you don't know something. In your eyes, it took only a few breaths for me to break this restriction.

But in fact, Lao Na has consumed his original power, which is extremely difficult to replenish. A thousand spiritual stones are really not enough to replenish it! "The old monk continued to tell lies with his eyes open, and then the shadow disappeared.

Meng Fan naturally didn't believe it.

The old monk, an old fox, has learned this lesson a long time ago. How could he do a loss-making business?