"Boss, why don't you go out and fight?" the little statue asked via voice transmission.
Although the monks outside seem to be well hidden, how can they hide the super powerful holy light of the statue?
"This mine is not big, so it is the most beneficial to Yun Yi. The golden-bodied roc is most powerful in close combat. There is very little room for movement here. Yun Yi will save time by ending the battle here. Oh, you also
Likewise, the system of monster beasts is better than that of humans." Xinning analyzed the situation carefully and pretended to sit in the mine to meditate, seemingly recovering his strength.
"Yes, if you let me fight in close combat, I can kill four living kings, not to mention two." Yun Yi obviously agrees with Xinning's suggestion. In essence, Yun Yi prefers close combat with blood and flesh flying everywhere.
war.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
…
Everyone's intentions were obvious, both sides had nothing to say, and the battle was extremely fierce.
Wang Jiahu was depressed. In such a small space, the guy opposite was slippery than a loach. It was really not easy to deal with this kid. And after fighting for dozens of sticks, Xinning knew that he was really no match for this bearded man.
The strike frequency of "Thousand Reprints" has reached its limit, but unfortunately, its strength is still a little inferior.
The opponent's spiritual consciousness is higher than his own, and he seems to be suppressing his spiritual consciousness. This is the difference in level, and cannot be resisted by other means.
Although his body skills were slightly suppressed by the other party's spiritual consciousness, fortunately, he could still use his elegant body skills freely. This was Xinning's biggest support in resisting until now.
Xinning dodged for a while, and his physical advantage was barely able to cope with the opponent's suppression. He waved his stick again. Xinning always has motivation only when he is under pressure, and only when he has motivation can he make progress.
Wang Jiahu is really depressed. He is much more powerful than his opponent, but the rhythm of the battle is in his opponent's hands. If he wants to fight, he can fight, and if he doesn't want to fight, he can wander around. For him, isn't this a waste of time?
"Boss, help!"
"Ah!" A scream followed. Wang Jiahu saw that his best brother Liu Sanzhen had been torn into pieces by the golden roc, which he thought was no more than a human pet.
"Three-needle brother!" Wang Jiahu screamed for a while. Due to his error in judgment, he lost a brother.
"Everyone, run!" Wang Jiahu obviously hasn't lost his mind yet, the battle has become seriously one-sided, and the three living kings obviously can't stand up to these two human "pets".
"ah!"
As soon as Wang Jiahu finished speaking, another accomplice died unexpectedly, and then the other two brothers also fell.
It's over, his brothers are all over, Wang Jiahu doesn't care about his opponent, he turns around and runs away.
Xinning helplessly looked at the missing bearded man. With his current ability, it was impossible to keep his opponent.
The loot was not rich at all. There were less than 200 top-quality source stones in the dead man's blue ring. Even so, Xinning still let the statue block the blue light of the blue ring. For Xinning, this is not a small thing.
of harvest.
Yun Yi, the little statue patted his belly and clucked his lips with satisfaction. The family ate two raw kings. It seems that this monster really likes to eat raw kings the most.
Xinning held the dead man's waistband, and after looking at it for a long time, he still couldn't tell the origin of the deceased. Yanghuang Sect? The red token. Obviously, these people are not monks here. As for where the opponent came from, Xinning couldn't tell yet.
come out.
Sooner or later, they will know. Xinning has no contact with the top of Tianxiang Sect yet, and some information is not clear. Xinning wants to know this information just because he wants to find Youlan and the others. Xinning will not let go of any possibility.
The best source stone was not enough. Xinning took Yun Yi with him, and Xiao Xiang still had to fight. Xinning carefully estimated the strength of the three of them. As for the big gangs, as long as they didn't cause trouble for themselves, Xinning would still stay away from them.
My own strength is still too low. It is obvious that I can't deal with the 17,000 masters. There is a huge difference in combat power. Even if I use all my sticks to teleport, the hope of killing the opponent is less than 50%.
"Run!" The little elephant really followed Comrade Xinning's order faithfully. Seeing seven or eight living kings surrounding him, he shouted and led everyone away in time.
***! He refused to stop even though he was digging a mine. Sitting on the back of the little statue, Xinning chattered depressedly.
Xinning has been working hard on Mine No. 9 for decades. At least nine times out of ten, it was abandoned halfway after digging less than half of it. There were too many monks robberies here.
Although Xinning always consciously took a small amount every time, he finally had more than 3,000 yuan of top-quality origin stones as his own money.
These two guys are really good at eating. They have eaten at least 70,000 to 80,000 top-quality Origin Stones in the past few decades, but it seems that they have not changed much.
Hey! There are few people here, so I am at a disadvantage. If Xinyue, Wen Qingsi, Li Ying, and Qin Lijie also advance, I won't be afraid. Huh! When the time comes, I will come to rob too, ***! Xinning
I thought hard.
"No, if this continues, when will I be able to collect eight thousand top-grade origin stones?"
Ah, I have never used the ultimate Immortal Gathering Formation on my body even once." Xinning was a little regretful. Starting the practice of the Ultimate Immortal Gathering Formation will definitely make rapid progress.
Let's go, there is not much oil and water here, and there are still wars.
Returning to the Tianta, Xinning handed over more than 150 top-grade Origin Stones. The steward was already surprised by Comrade Xinning's performance. A small silver medal disciple actually harvested so many top-grade Origin Stones. The steward actually made an exception and praised him.
Visited Xinning.
That’s right! *** He also has an annual salary from the Tianxiang Sect. After about fifty years, he has an annual salary of at least 5,000 top-grade origin stones.
That's not right. I have only turned over more than 150 pieces of top-grade Origin Stones in the past fifty years, but Tianxiang Sect gave me an annual salary of 5,000 pieces of top-grade Origin Stones. Wasn't Xiangzong extremely disadvantaged that day? So what does Tianxiang Sect rely on?
Feed so many disciples?
Damn! It’s none of my business.
"Look! Senior Brother Jin is out to fight."
"Senior Brother Jin! Haha! I finally saw the top gold medal match, a master of 19,000."
As the sound came, many disciples in the Tianta War Hall ran towards the big screen No. 1. Xinning even found that even the master steward put down his work and walked towards the big screen No. 1.
"Who is this senior brother, senior brother Jin?" Xinning also followed the crowd to the No. 1 screen and asked very "humbly".
"Damn! Senior Brother Jin, you don't even know? Oh, you look like you are a silver medal disciple who has just advanced, right?" The pretty boy looks like his combat power is not much better than Xinning, barely more than 16,000. Comrade Xinning
He is still very self-aware. How can a powerful monk have the time to deal with him?
"Yes, this senior brother has just advanced. He doesn't understand anything. Please give me some advice." Xinning said.
"Senior Brother Jin, his name is Jin Zhanggu. He is one of the top ten masters among the gold medal disciples of our Tianxiang Sect. He is one of the masters most promising to break through 20,000. If you break through 20,000, you must understand that he is like an elder. Our Tianxiang Sect is different.
Looking at the millions of monks, there are only less than a hundred elders." The pretty boy has average strength and knows a lot.
"Senior brother, wouldn't it be very profitable for the top ten masters to fight here?" Xinning is not interested in any awesome masters. The best source stones are what he cares about most.
"Of course. If silver medal disciples like us are lucky in this Blue Lin Territory, we can work hard for decades and get hundreds of top-grade origin stones. We mainly rely on the sect's annual salary to practice. But, for example, Senior Brother Jin
The top ten masters of such gold medal disciples are fighting in the best source stone mines. Winning a top gold medal battle will cost you 10,000 top quality source stones. There is no way we can compare." The young boy said with envy.
"Holy crap! One battle only costs 10,000 top-grade Origin Stones. Don't they need to mine?"
"Mining? You are talking about silver medal disciples like us. The first three areas are the combat areas for gold medal disciples. They do not need to mine. It is said that the first three areas are the most important source stones of our Tianxiang Sect.
Source, only some low-level living kings in the sect will go there to mine, while the gold medal disciples only need to fight." said the pretty boy.
"What do you mean, our Tianxiang Sect's top-grade origin stone mines are all in the first three districts?" Xinning now understood that the reason why the sect can support so many monks is in the first three districts.
"Yes, so the benefits are big because of the big contribution. Every top gold medal match like this is related to the vital interests of us Tianxiang Sect disciples." said the pretty boy.
"Oh? Is it related to us too?" Xinning asked.
"Yes, top-level gold medal battles in Mine No. 1 are very rare. Once there is a battle, there must be considerable interests involved. This junior brother, a few hundred years ago, the annual salary of a silver medal disciple like us was two hundred top-grade origin stones.
Unfortunately, our senior brother Zhang Shangyun lost the top gold medal match last time, and our annual salary dropped from two hundred to one hundred top-grade origin stones. Now you know how many top gold medal matches there are.
Isn't it important?" said the pretty boy.
From this point of view, this battle must be related to the ownership of a top-quality Origin Stone. No wonder it attracted so many people to watch the battle.
With so many disciples benefiting from it, it seems that the top ten gold medal disciples who participated in the war only received 10,000 top-grade origin stones, which is really not much.
"That's not right, senior brother. If senior brother Jin loses this top gold medal match, wouldn't our annual salary become fifty yuan of top-quality origin stones?" Xinning asked.
"What do you think? Senior Brother Jin is already the strongest gold medal disciple of our Tianxiang Sect. Hey! No wonder people say that Tianxiang Sect is in decline. The annual salary of the silver medal disciples of Haiyang Sect and Jingyong Sect is three hundred yuan.
They are all top sects, and the gap is getting bigger and bigger." The pretty girl said in a depressed tone.
***! There is such a difference. In the past fifty years, the annual salary has been tens of thousands of yuan less than others. Comrade Xinning is also very depressed.
"Senior brother, which sect are we competing with for the best source stone ore?" Xinning is actually more concerned about where the opponent is.
Xinning will not let go of the hope of Lan and the others.
"This... I don't know either. I guess the gold medal disciples in that group know." Xinning was disappointed by the pretty boy's answer.
***! I thought you were a know-it-all. Xinning despised the pretty boy in her heart, but she already knows a lot more than herself. Xinning...