Chapter 155 Meeting an Old Friend
By practicing in this cave with rich spiritual energy, and with the help of the Water Spirit Pill, Xiao Lin finally broke through the seventh level of Qi Refining and entered the eighth level of Qi Refining.
Xiao Lin's face was filled with a happy smile, which also made him full of confidence in the future path of cultivation. This trip to the cave was a rich harvest for him.
Xiao Lin looked at the stone wall in the belly of the mountain and fell into deep thought.
Now not only has the Purple Spirit Flower been obtained, but also the cultivation level has been improved by one level. Calculating the time, there are less than six days left.
If it is at the normal return speed, it will take at least five days in advance to return to the first floor of the cave. However, Xiao Lin does not intend to return to the first floor through the second floor in a conventional way, but intends to go through the passage he came from.
Xiao Lin does not know whether the passage is still there. If it is not there, then time will be a little tight for him, but even if he returns to the first floor through the second floor, Xiao Lin is also very confident. Now after entering the eighth level of Qi Refining.
His magic power has more than doubled. Even if he encounters a group of monsters, he can still escape with his wind control skills without a hard fight. What's more, Xiao Lin still has the trump card of Fire Cloud Pendant.
In Xiao Lin's opinion, the fighting on the third floor of the cave should have stopped. Regardless of whether he gets the Purple Spirit Flower or not, he must return the same way. The reason why Xiao Lin dragged it until there were only six days left was to avoid some trouble on the road.
Taking a deep breath, Xiao Lin stood up. After shaking open the rubble at the collapsed cave entrance, Xiao Lin re-entered the valley.
Breathing the fresh air outside, Xiao Lin felt refreshed.
After identifying the direction, Xiao Lin turned into a wisp of green smoke and flew away into the distance.
When Xiao Lin returned to the mountain from Fengbo Lake, he found that the restrictions set by the white-robed woman above had expired. However, one thing also made him feel a little strange. On the way to the third floor of the cave, except for the remains and skeletons of the cultivators he occasionally saw on the road, he did not see a single monster.
This made Xiao Lin even more surprised. Now that the way he came was blocked, Xiao Lin could only turn around and fly towards the entrances of the second and third floors of the cave.
Along the way, in order to prevent the sneak attacks of the cultivators, Xiao Lin still sacrificed the Qingjin Shield and the Xuyuan Spirit Shield to protect his whole body.
One day later, Xiao Lin came to the entrance from the third floor to the second floor. To his surprise, the monsters on the third floor of the cave seemed to have disappeared suddenly. He originally estimated that it would take at least two days to travel, but he actually finished the journey in more than a day.
This made him look confused and doubtful. He guessed what happened in the cave? But after thinking for a while, he couldn't think of a possible reason.
Since he couldn't think of the reason, Xiao Lin didn't waste his energy on it. He plunged into the portal from the third floor of the cave to the second floor.
When Xiao Lin's eyes lit up, he appeared in front of a hill more than a hundred feet high.
The terrain here was unfamiliar, mainly because when Xiao Lin entered the third floor of the cave, he took a shortcut with the help of the white-robed woman's water-dividing cold light flag formation and did not pass through the second floor of the cave.
However, Xiao Lin still knew the general route. He first flew to the halfway point of the hill, found the right position, and turned into a green light again and flew away.
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There are countless half-foot-sized caves on the Scorpion Tail Mountain, which are pitch black and no one knows how many there are.
The black poisonous flying scorpions that had been wandering on this mountain have all disappeared, but the monks passing by here can still sense that there are strange thoughts coming out from the dark caves from time to time.
This shows that the black poisonous flying scorpions on the Scorpion Tail Mountain did not disappear, but just hid.
At the foot of the Scorpion Tail Mountain, two monks were looking at a man and a woman opposite with a smile on their faces.
One of the two monks was about 25 or 26 years old, wearing a white robe and holding a paper fan. He really looked like a scholar in the secular world.
The other man looked about 30 years old, short and ugly, wearing a dark green robe, pinching the magic formula in his hand, and in front of him, there was a light golden ring magic weapon rotating around him.
The man and woman opposite, the man was 27 or 28 years old, slightly fat, and dark-faced, and the woman was 17 or 18 years old, with fair skin and delicate and lively.
However, the dark-faced man had a listless look on his face, and blood was still flowing out of the corners of his mouth. Moreover, his left arm was cut off at the shoulder, revealing only red flesh and blood.
The girl's face was pale, and her eyes were full of despair, but her lips were tightly closed, and the hand holding a light green flying sword was also blue because of the force.
"Hehe, you two are really good at running. I have been chasing you for two days. What? Can you still run?" The scholar monk gently waved the paper fan, his face full of smiles, but his eyes were very cold.
"Do you really want to kill us all? Well, my brother and I don't have this opportunity. I am willing to give you the purple spirit flower I got. I just hope that you two fellow Taoists can let my sister live." The dark-faced man coughed violently twice and couldn't help spitting out another mouthful of blood.
"Spare your lives? Haha." The scholar monk seemed to have heard a very funny joke and couldn't help laughing, but then the laughter stopped abruptly. He looked at the two people in front of him coldly.
"It's too late. If you were on the second floor of the cave, you would have obediently offered the purple spirit flower on the spot. Su might have let you return to reincarnation. Now, it's better to destroy your body and soul."
"You?"
"Brother, don't ask him. Now that things have come to this, we will fight him."
"Brother Su, why are you nagging them? Although most of the surviving monks have left the Scorpion Tail Mountain, there is no guarantee that someone will pass through here. It's better to kill these two people as soon as possible and take the purple spirit flower. In this way, we can each have one plant, which can be said to be a perfect merit." The short monk on the side showed an impatient look on his face and urged the scholar monk.
"Fellow Daoist Huang is right. Then please take some time to send the brother and sister off." The scholar monk said with a look of sudden realization on his face.
"In that case, Huang will send you off. Don't blame Huang after you go down. You can only blame your bad luck. We happened to run into you when you were picking purple spirit flowers." The ugly monk surnamed Huang said coldly, and then pointed at the golden ring in the air.
The ring suddenly made a "woo" sound, and then turned into a ball of golden light, shooting towards the dark-faced man.
The dark-faced man suddenly turned pale. Two days ago, he and his sister were ready to give up, but they never thought that they would accidentally find a purple spirit flower in a remote valley on the second floor of the cave, which made them ecstatic.
They immediately picked it happily and put it away, but they never thought that this scene happened to be seen by two people who appeared not far away. The dark-faced man didn't want to get entangled too much, so he fled with his sister, hoping to get out of the cave before it was closed.
According to the rules of previous years, once they left the cave, they had to pay the purple spirit flower to the five major sects on the spot, and the five major sects would also register and determine the list of candidates for joining the sect.
But with their cultivation of the seventh level of Qi Refining, they were naturally no match for the two men. They were caught up by the two twice along the way. After fighting, they continued to flee and arrived at the Scorpion Tail Mountain.
The dark-faced man was already at the end of his strength, his internal organs were severely damaged, and his arm was cut off by the white-faced scholar. If it weren't for his obsession, he would have died long ago.
He looked at the girl beside him with reluctance and unwillingness.
The girl cried out in grief, and the flying sword in her hand turned into a ball of green light, heading towards the ball of golden light.
However, the girl's mana had been exhausted. As soon as the two magic weapons collided, the green flying sword made a sad cry, and the spiritual light collapsed and fell to the ground.
The ugly monk surnamed Huang sneered, pointed at the golden light in the air, and the golden light immediately shot towards the dark-faced man again, and the speed was three times faster.
The dark-faced man couldn't help but sigh softly and closed his eyes.
At this time, a light "Huh." came from the side, followed by a series of "clang clang." The sound of metal clashing came out, accompanied by the angry roar of the ugly monk surnamed Huang.
The dark-faced man couldn't help but open his eyes. He saw a short-haired young man in his twenties standing in front of him and his sister. At this moment, the young man was looking at him with a smile on his face.
"Xiao Lin?"
"Brother Xiao?" Seeing Xiao Lin at this moment, the dark-faced man showed a look of surprise on his face.
"Brother Luo, Sister Luo Shuang, we meet again." Xiao Lin smiled, but when he saw Luo Shou's broken arm, his smile suddenly withdrew. He took out a spicy elixir from the storage bag in his arms and put it in Luo Shou's hand.
"Brother Luo, quickly swallow this Neihua Pill." Xiao Lin could see that Luo Shou's injury was extremely serious. If he delayed for a moment, he would probably die.
When Luo Shuang saw Xiao Lin, he could no longer hold back his tears, which rolled down like beads.
When Luo Shou heard the three words Neihua Pill, he was slightly stunned and then showed a surprised expression on his face. He said nothing and threw the pill that Xiao Lin handed to him directly into his mouth.
"My fellow Taoist, do you really want to get involved in this mess?" Looking at Xiao Lin, the ugly monk surnamed Huang had a gloomy face, but he also saw that although the man in front of him was only at the eighth level of Qi Refining, the strange magic weapon in his hand was a genuine top-grade magic weapon.
And just now he also noticed that the emerald green spirit shield that kept flashing around this person should be the primary spell Xuyuan Spirit Shield, which made him very afraid of the man in front of him, so after being blocked by Xiao Lin, he did not continue to attack.
"Sister Luo Shuang, help Brother Luo to rest for a while. I just want to reminisce with an old friend."
After hearing this, Luo Shuang held back her tears, nodded, and obediently helped her brother Luo Shou up and retreated more than ten feet away.
Upon hearing the word "old friend", the ugly monk surnamed Huang showed a look of surprise on his face. He was very sure that this was definitely the first time he met the young man in front of him.
At this time, Xiao Lin turned around, but he did not look at the ugly monk surnamed Huang, but looked at the white-faced scholar monk, with a cold smile on his face: "We meet again."
It turned out that the white-faced scholar was one of the three cultivators who had killed him outside the Chixia Immortal City together with the young man surnamed Qu, and Xiao Lin clearly remembered that this person was named Su Wencai.
"It turned out to be you? You are not dead yet. Su really wants to know whether fellow Taoist Qu Gang and Feng Ling died in your hands?" Su Wencai looked at Xiao Lin with doubt on his face.
"You want to know?" Xiao Lin sneered: "Then take Xiao's Seven Blades Slash first."
The Seven Blades Slash in Xiao Lin's hand directly chopped out seven blade-shaped phantoms and slashed towards Su Wencai.
At the same time, Xiao Lin did not let the ugly monk surnamed Huang idle. Xiao Lin slapped the storage bag on his waist, and a black light shot out from it. At the moment of rising against the wind, it shot towards the ugly monk surnamed Huang.
The ugly monk surnamed Huang was immediately furious. This guy in front of him was only at the eighth level of refining weapons, but he actually attacked both of them at the same time. He himself was at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and Su Wencai was even at the great perfection of Qi Refining.
No matter how he looked at it, the ugly monk surnamed Huang felt that the young man in front of him was seeking his own death. As for the brother and sister who got the purple spirit flower, they couldn't escape anyway, so he could just deal with the person in front of him first and then kill them.