Chapter 565 That’s right
Following the direction pointed by Long Feng, Song Qingming took a closer look and found that in a cave about ten miles away from them, there were several strange figures fighting with something in the cave.
After Huofeng took a closer look at the cave, he suddenly said to Song Qingming and the two people behind him: "Let's go around the edge, don't disturb them!"
Since entering the fourth level, although she occasionally saw a few monks along the way, Huofeng basically ignored them and just went on her own way. This was the first time Song Qingming saw her because she saw other monks. Finally, with such a cautious look on his face, he couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Although they were far away, Song Qingming couldn't clearly see who was in the cave, but if Huo Feng could take the initiative to choose a detour, then the other party would most likely be a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Thinking of this, Song Qingming also became a little nervous. After looking at each other with Long Feng, they both closed their mouths and did not dare to say anything more. They followed Huo Feng carefully and walked around.
Not long after Song Qingming and others 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 are an old man with gray hair but still rosy complexion, a young man with a more delicate appearance wearing a green robe, and the last one is holding a paper fan in his hand and shaking it constantly. Confucian scholar.
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 fellow Taoists, there are only two black rock fruits, and the three of us can't evenly distribute them. So let's follow the old rules. If the two of you don't want the spiritual fruit, we will compensate him with some spiritual things!"
The white-haired old man who spoke had reached the ninth level of the Golden Core. The pressure on this man was no less than what Song Qingming had seen back then. Yao Qianshu, the head of the Xiaoyao Sect in its heyday, was also a man who had already tried to break through. The person of Nascent Soul.
"Haha! Fellow Daoist Xu, what you said is a bit wrong. It was clearly the two of us who contributed the most just now. The spiritual fruit is naturally the property of you and me. Of course, Fellow Daoist Feng also helped a little bit. We It’s natural to compensate him with some spiritual things.”
As soon as the white-haired old man finished speaking, the middle-aged Confucian scholar on the side immediately refuted the other person's idea with a serious look on his face, and then expressed his already thought-out opinions on the distribution of spiritual objects.
Although the middle-aged Confucian scholar had a lower cultivation level than the seventh level of the Golden Core, he always spoke in a condescending manner and was not too polite to the white-haired old man because his cultivation level was lower than that of the old man.
Hearing the middle-aged Confucian scholar's refutation of his words, the white-haired old man did not show any displeasure. Instead, he turned his gaze to the young man in green robe who stood aside and had not spoken yet.
"Fellow Daoist Feng, do you have any other opinions?"
"Hmph! Old ghost Xu, are you getting more confused as you get older? Why do you still need to ask him about this matter? Fellow Daoist Feng only has the cultivation level of the sixth level of Jindan. If he can follow us here, he is already gone. Got lucky.
If it wasn't for your sake, I wouldn't have agreed to bring him, a middle-stage Jindan monk, here. If he didn't agree, I'd mind if there was one less person to share things with us! "
As soon as the white-haired old man finished speaking, the middle-aged Confucian scholar who had been pretending to be a good guy immediately became unhappy, and immediately broke up with him on the spot. He no longer spoke politely to the young man in green robes.
The green-robed young man who had never had a chance to speak just now had no big reaction on his face after hearing the middle-aged Confucian scholar's words. After a moment, he spoke slowly and unhurriedly:
"Fellow Daoist Han is right, and I agree with his idea. It is indeed too much for three people to share things. It might be better to have one less person, and it can also save us a lot of trouble in the future."
When the young man in green robe agreed with his idea, the middle-aged Confucian scholar thought that the young man had already surrendered to him, and a smile of satisfaction immediately appeared on his face. However, the next words of the young man quickly made the smile on his face rise again. Stiffened.
"Haha! Fellow Daoist Feng! Did I hear you correctly just now? Do you mean to kick me out first?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar laughed with disbelief, and then asked the other party again.
The young man in green robe did not speak directly, but just looked at the other party closely with squinted eyes. With a slightly provocative expression on his face, he already gave the answer the other party wanted.
Seeing that the other party did not take him seriously, the middle-aged Confucian scholar showed a bit of anger on his face. He turned to the white-haired old man beside him and said: "Old Ghost Xu, what do you mean? You want to help him deal with me!"
"Uh! Haha. Brother Han, you have misunderstood. Just like you, this fellow Feng Daoist and I only met not long ago. I don't want to interfere in your affairs. You two can do whatever you want. Like it."
After the white-haired old man finished speaking, he put away the black spirit fruit in his hand with a smile on his face, turned around and quietly stepped aside, taking the initiative to make space for the two of them.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar has been cultivating to the late stage of Golden elixir for many years, and his strength is not weak among the late Golden elixir monks. Except for the white-haired old man who has reached the peak of Golden elixir, the middle-aged Confucian scholar rarely compares other Golden elixir monks to others. Take it seriously.
And the green-robed young man's cultivation level has just broken through the sixth level of the Golden Core. In the previous battles, his performance was nothing special. In the eyes of middle-aged Confucian scholars, this person can be said to be completely impossible. He is his own opponent.
I just heard that the green-robed young man was so confident in provoking me, and I thought he was relying on his unusual relationship with the white-haired old man. Seeing that the white-haired old man had already expressed his intention not to interfere and left voluntarily, the middle-aged Confucian scholar immediately relaxed on his face and turned around. He looked at the other person with a slight smile.
"Fellow Taoist! If you regret it and take the initiative to apologize to me, I can let you leave here for the sake of traveling together, regardless of what you just said."
"Oh! Let me apologize. I'm afraid you may not be qualified yet." The young man in green robe still looked disdainful.
"Boy, if I don't give you the chance, then you can only blame yourself for your misfortune!" As soon as the middle-aged Confucian scholar finished speaking, he already had a third-level high-grade flying sword with very rare quality in his hand, and he looked towards it with a proud look on his face. The young man in green robe rushed over.
After a moment of burning incense, the ground that was peaceful just now was in a mess, with traces of fighting everywhere.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar who was already lying on the ground, dying, looked at the young man in green robes who was walking towards him with a shocked face, and asked in horror: "Who are you?"
"Haha! Even I have almost forgotten who I am. There is no need for you to know this. Let's get on with it!"
"Fellow Daoist. Fellow Daoist Feng, I made a mistake. I apologize to you. Please forgive me!"
Facing the middle-aged Confucian scholar's begging for mercy, the young man in green robe remained expressionless and ignored him at all. The flying sword in his hand still flew forward quickly.
After a scream at the scene, the middle-aged scholar's voice was completely silent.
The young man in green robe stepped forward to collect several magic weapons that the other party had dropped on the ground, then took away the storage magic weapon from his waist, and then left the place directly and walked towards the white-haired old man standing not far away. past.
The white-haired old man on the side watched the fierce battle just now over the spiritual objects, and was slightly surprised by some of the green-robed monks' methods.
He neither spoke to either of them, 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 at all, nor did he stop the other party from doing this. He acted as if these two people had nothing to do with him.
Seeing the young man in green robe approaching, the white-haired old man casually handed him one of the black spiritual fruits that the two of them were fighting over.
"Fellow Daoist Feng, since you have won, this thing should be yours. Hehe, having one less person to share things with does save a lot of things. Even I followed you and took advantage."
Hearing the other party's chuckle, the man in green robe calmly took the spirit fruit and put it into the storage artifact, and then said to the white-haired old man: "I have solved this trouble, have you thought about it carefully? , do you want to come up with me?"
"Haha! Fellow Daoist Feng, I heard before that this seventh floor does not have the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul stage. It is also difficult to move even once you enter. Brother, are you sure that we two will be able to find good things inside after entering? "
Hearing this, the man in green robe showed a hint of displeasure on his face and said: "I have already taken action to solve this problem, so there is no trouble. Could it be that you still don't believe what I say and want to back down?"
"Haha! If I don't believe Brother Feng's words, I won't be able to follow you here. However, each floor of the Tower of Babel is more powerful than the other. I'm also a little worried about the dangers I'll encounter when I go up, and I won't be prepared enough, so I'm going to do it in advance. I'm just asking you!" Seeing the green-robed man's somewhat unhappy tone, the white-haired old man quickly explained.
The man in green robe stared at the white-haired old man for a while, then slowly showed a strange smile and replied: "Don't worry! There won't be any big danger on the upper floor. The rumors you heard are nothing more than It was the Nascent Soul Sect that deliberately spread the word in order to prevent too many people from competing for spiritual objects!
The old Yuanying monsters who have come in now should have gone to the eighth floor. If we go up now, we should not be able to run into them. On the contrary, it will be safer than staying here. "
"Oh! So that's it. When I entered the Tower of Babel for the first time, I had just formed the elixir not long ago, so I could only hang out on the lower floors. I really didn't know much about the situation inside. Fortunately, I could have some information this time. Brother Feng, an old friend, has indeed saved us a lot of trouble."