Chapter 565 Well Said

Following the direction pointed by Long Feng, Song Qingming looked carefully and found that in a cave about ten miles away from the others, there were several strange figures fighting with something in the cave.

After Huo Feng took a closer look at the cave, she suddenly said to Song Qingming and the others behind her: "Let's go around the side and don't alarm them!"

Since entering the fourth floor, although she occasionally saw a few cultivators along the way, Huo Feng basically ignored them and just kept on going. This was the first time Song Qingming saw her look so cautious after seeing other cultivators, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Although it was a bit far away, Song Qingming couldn't see who was in the cave, but if Huo Feng took the initiative to choose to take a detour, then the other party was most likely a Yuanying cultivator.

Thinking of this, Song Qingming also became a little nervous. After looking at Long Feng, they both shut their mouths and didn't dare to say anything more. They carefully followed Huo Feng and went around from the side.

Not long after Song Qingming and his companions left, the battle in the cave below also ended quickly. Three people in different clothes came out of the cave one after another.

These three people were an old man with white hair but still ruddy complexion, a young man with a green robe and a more handsome appearance, and the last one was a middle-aged scholar who was shaking a paper fan in his hand.

After the white-haired old man walked out of the cave, he immediately took out two black spiritual fruits and said to the two people beside him with a smile:

"Two Taoist friends, there are only two black rock fruits, and we three can't divide them equally. Let's follow the old rules. If any of you don't want spiritual fruits, we will compensate him with some spiritual objects!"

The white-haired old man who spoke had reached the ninth level of the Golden Core. The pressure on this person was no weaker than that of Yao Qianshu, the head of the Xiaoyao Sect in his heyday, whom Song Qingming had seen in the past. He was also a person who had tried to break through the Nascent Soul.

"Haha! Fellow Daoist Xu, what you said is a little wrong. It was obviously the two of us who did the most work just now, so the spiritual fruit belongs to both of us. Of course, Fellow Daoist Feng also helped a little, so it is natural for us to compensate him with some spiritual objects."

As soon as the white-haired old man finished speaking, the middle-aged Confucian scholar beside him immediately refuted the other party's idea with a serious look on his face, and then expressed his own opinion on the distribution of spiritual objects that he had already thought of.

Although the middle-aged Confucian scholar's cultivation level was lower, only the seventh level of the Golden Core, his attitude when speaking was always condescending, and he was not too polite to the white-haired old man because his cultivation level was lower than that of the white-haired old man.

Hearing the middle-aged Confucian scholar's refutation of his words, the white-haired old man did not show any displeasure, but turned his eyes to the green-robed young man who was standing aside and had not spoken yet.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, do you have any other opinions?"

"Hmph! Old Ghost Xu, are you getting more and more confused as you get older? Why do we need to ask him about this? Fellow Daoist Feng is only at the sixth level of Jindan. He is lucky to be able to come here with us.

If it weren't for your face, I wouldn't agree to bring him, a mid-stage Jindan cultivator, here. If he doesn't agree, I don't mind having one less person to share things with us later!"

As soon as the white-haired old man finished speaking, the middle-aged Confucian scholar who had just pretended to be a good person immediately looked unhappy and broke up with him on the spot. He was no longer polite to the green-robed young man in his words.

The green-robed youth, who had not had the opportunity to speak just now, did not show any big reaction on his face after hearing the words of the middle-aged scholar. After a moment, he slowly said:

"Fellow Daoist Han is right. I agree with his idea. It is indeed too much for three people to share things. It may be better to have one less person, which can also save us a lot of trouble in the future."

Hearing that the green-robed youth agreed with his idea before, the middle-aged scholar thought that the other party had already surrendered to him, and immediately showed a satisfied smile on his face, but the other party's next words soon made the smile on his face stiffen instantly.

"Haha.! Fellow Daoist Feng! Did I hear it right just now? Do you mean to kick me out first?" The middle-aged scholar laughed in disbelief and asked the other party again.

The green-robed youth did not speak directly, but squinted his eyes and looked at the other party closely. The slightly provocative expression on his face had given the answer that the other party wanted.

Seeing that the other party actually looked down on him, the middle-aged scholar showed a little anger on his face, and turned to the white-haired old man beside him and said: "Xu Laogui, what do you mean, you are not going to help him deal with me!"

"Uh! Haha. Brother Han, you misunderstood. Like you, I and this Taoist Feng just met not long ago. I don't want to interfere in your affairs. You two can do whatever you want."

After the white-haired old man finished speaking, he put away the black spiritual fruit in his hand with a smile, turned around and quietly retreated to the side, and took the initiative to make room for the two of them.

The middle-aged scholar has been practicing to the late Jindan for many years, and his strength is not weak among the late Jindan cultivators. Except for the white-haired old man who has reached the peak of the Jindan, the middle-aged scholar rarely takes other Jindan cultivators seriously.

The cultivation level of the green-robed youth had just broken through the sixth level of the Golden Core. In the previous battles, he had not performed anything special. In the eyes of the middle-aged scholar, this person could not be his opponent at all.

When he heard the green-robed youth provoking him so confidently, he thought he was relying on his special relationship with the white-haired old man. When he saw that the white-haired old man had expressed his intention not to intervene and left on his own initiative, the middle-aged scholar immediately relaxed his face and turned to look at the other party with a smile on his face.

"Daoyou! If you regret it, take the initiative to apologize to me. I can let you go without caring about what you just said for the sake of our journey together."

"Oh! I'm afraid you may not be qualified to let me apologize." The green-robed youth still looked disdainful.

"Boy, if you don't want to take the opportunity given to you, then you can only blame yourself for your miserable life!" As soon as the middle-aged scholar finished speaking, a very rare third-grade high-quality flying sword appeared in his hand, and he rushed towards the green-robed youth with a proud face.

After an incense stick of time, the ground, which was very peaceful just now, was already in a mess, with traces of fighting everywhere.

The middle-aged scholar, who was already lying on the ground, was dying. He looked at the green-robed youth who was walking towards him step by step with a face full of shock, and asked in horror: "Who are you?"

"Haha! Who am I? Even I have almost forgotten it myself. You don't need to know this. Go on your way!"

"Fellow Daoist. Fellow Daoist Feng, I was wrong. I apologize to you. Please forgive me!"

Faced with the middle-aged scholar's begging for mercy, the green-robed youth was expressionless all the time, ignoring the other party at all, and the flying sword in his hand flew forward quickly.

After a scream at the scene, there was no sound from the middle-aged scholar.

The green-robed youth stepped forward to collect the magic weapons that fell on the ground, and then took away the storage magic weapon on his waist, and then left the place and walked towards the white-haired old man standing not far away.

The fierce battle just now over the spiritual object took place on the scene. The white-haired old man beside him also took in all the details and was slightly surprised by some of the methods of the green-robed monk.

He neither spoke to any of the two men, nor did he help any of them. Even when the green-robed young man directly killed the middle-aged scholar, the white-haired old man did not react, nor did he stop the other party from doing so, as if these two people had nothing to do with him.

Seeing the green-robed young man coming over, the white-haired old man casually handed him a black spiritual fruit that the two of them had just fought for.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, since you have won, this thing should be yours. Hehe, one less person to share things does save a lot of trouble. Even I am taking advantage of you."

Hearing the other party's chuckle, the green-robed man calmly took the spiritual fruit and put it into the storage magic tool, and then said to the white-haired old man: "I have solved this problem. Have you thought it through? Do you want to go up with me?"

"Haha! Fellow Daoist Feng, I heard that there is no Nascent Soul stage cultivation on the seventh floor, and it is also difficult to move after entering. Brother, are you sure that the two of us can't go up. After entering, will you be able to find good things inside? "

The green-robed man showed a trace of displeasure on his face when he heard this and said, "I have already solved this problem without any trouble. Do you still not believe me and want to back out?"

"Haha! If I didn't believe Brother Feng, I wouldn't have followed you here. However, this Tower of Babel is more powerful than the previous one. I am also a little worried that I will encounter some danger after going up and will not be fully prepared. That's why I asked you in advance!" The white-haired old man saw that the green-robed man was a little unhappy, and hurriedly explained.

The green-robed man stared at the white-haired old man for a long time before slowly revealing a somewhat weird smile and replied: "Don't worry! There won't be any big danger on the upper floors. The rumors you heard are just those Yuanying sects deliberately spread in order to prevent too many people from going up to compete for spiritual objects!

The Yuanying old monsters who have already entered should have gone to the eighth floor. If we go up now, we shouldn't run into them. It will be safer than staying here."

"Oh! So that's how it is. When I first entered the Tongtian Tower, I had just formed a pill not long ago, so I could only hang around in the lower floors. I really don't know much about the situation here. Fortunately, this time I have my old friend Brother Feng to accompany me. It has indeed saved us a lot of trouble."