The middle, low-level monk's... immortal!

When he heard the words of the middle-aged monk in Jiedan period, Ye Mo was slightly shocked, surprised that he suddenly had such a great popularity.

Then, Ye Mo reacted and laughed secretly that he had lost his mind for a moment because of a subjective statement from a middle-level monk. After all, this was just the subjective idea of ​​a middle-aged monk in the Killing Pharmacy stage, and it could not represent the numerous middle- and low-level monks in the world.

But then, Ye Mo thought again...what if this was not exaggerated?

If I really have such popularity, I will have an amazing momentum invisibly. Using this momentum may be able to do many things, such as... making the family faction afraid? Or gather these people together and do something more amazing?

Medium and low-level monks, not to mention these low-level monks, the elixirs may have been the mainstay of the sect's forces in the past, but now it is not the case. They are not much different from Qi Refining and Foundation Building Cultivating Cultivators, and they are all poor creatures with talent and lack of qualifications.

Reverse attack on the army!

Ye Mo's thoughts suddenly jumped to Kunpeng Shenzong, and he thought quickly in his mind. Not to mention these middle and low-level cultivators, even the strongest man like the Moon Refining Demon God, who was born in ordinary seaweed, was not valued by Kunpeng Shenzong. Instead, he had a stronger desire to kill him. This shows how extreme the Kunpeng Shenzong is.

And I obviously belong to this kind of people, and countless low-level monks in the world also belong to this kind of people. In this case, if I really have such a great popularity, I might be able to use this to gather these people and form... Jiuzhou Anti-Invasion Army?

For a moment, Ye Mo was a little moved.

In this era, one cannot be able to act rampant with the ability to cultivate oneself and have strong supernatural powers. Without the support of the power, one can’t deal with a behemoth like the Kunpeng Shenzong.

Like the storytellers compiled by the public, they became one of the strongest people in the world, making powerful forces afraid and even dare not provoke them. Such a thing cannot be involved in the Kunpeng Shenzong.

The Kunpeng Shenzong has a long history and huge power, which is inevitable to spread across ancient and modern times. They themselves represent the ultimate power of single people and power.

Although the Kunpeng Shenzong may not have powerful cultivators like the Three Emperors and Three Emperors and the Martial God, the number of the most powerful is enough to make major forces look up to it.

Let’s do it, how many kings and princes have there been in the history of Kunpeng Shenzong? Some of these kings and princes have disappeared, but some have not disappeared. How many kings and princes have accumulated to this day?

Every time he thinks of this, Ye Mo knows that even if he reaches the peak of the strongest, he will never be able to fight against the Kunpeng Divine Sect alone.

There are many kings and princes in the four divisions, the top kings and princes in the four divisions... Unless you can become an immortal, how can you deal with a group of strong people?

Although the middle and low-level monks have insufficient qualifications, there is nothing they can do. He has no choice but to solve it now, and may not be able to do so in the future. But this is a force that cannot be ignored after all, and what he wants is just a force.

Moreover, the situation is becoming more and more complicated now. When it is extremely complicated, what comes with it is the situation that gradually becomes clearer and clear. Ye Mo has a premonition that this Jiuzhou Anti-Invasion Army will play a great role at that time.

Thinking of this, Ye Mo's brows quickly dissipated, with a warm and gentle smile on his eyebrows and eyes. He smiled at the middle-aged monk in Jiedan and said, "Didn't you lie to me?"

"I will never dare to deceive my seniors. If every word is false, I will never improve my cultivation in this life and fall under the heavenly tribulation."

The middle-aged monk in Jiedan period said in fear and fear.

"A small matter, why bother to say such things? Since that's the case, I have something to do to ask you for help."

Ye Mo waved his hand and said with an unwilling expression.

When the middle-aged monk in Jiedan period saw Ye Mo believe in it, his heart suddenly felt relieved. Then he heard Ye Mo ask for his help, and his face showed ecstasy and his expression became more and more excited: "How dare you say help? If there is anything, the ancestor will give me orders, and I will go through fire and water without hesitation."

"You don't have to go through fire and water, just let me release some news for me."

Ye Mo said, raised his hand and slapped the storage bag, took out a pale green jade slip from it, and stuck it to his forehead and closed his eyes.

Soon, Ye Mo took off the jade slip and handed it to the middle-aged monk in Jiedan, saying, "Spread it out and make it into a notice. The jade slip and the rumor spreads it. It doesn't matter. The important thing is to let all living beings in the world know. Can you do it?"

"All the creatures in the world?"

The middle-aged monk in the Jiedan period had a male look on his face, and hesitated at the end, and asked, "Old ancestor, can you see the contents of the jade slip?"

Ye Mo nodded, the middle-aged cultivator of the Jiedan period was not polite, and his spiritual sense entered the jade slip and quickly looked at it.

In just a moment, the middle-aged monk in Jiedan stage took back his spiritual sense with excitement and shock. He looked at Ye Mo in disbelief, Ru Jingtian Shen: "Old, ancestor... are the contents in the jade slip real?"

"All experiences and information are real, and some cannot be disclosed, so they are not disclosed. It is still the sentence in the jade slip. Whether it is true or not, any monk is welcome to test it."

Ye Mo looked calm.

The middle-aged monk in the Jiedan period looked more and more excited. After hesitating for a moment, he took out a blue jade slip and a translucent crystal ruler.

As soon as he saw this crystal ruler, Ye Mo laughed. He was very familiar with this thing. When he first measured his qualifications, he was still a rookie who was extremely unfamiliar with the world of immortal cultivation. At that time, he measured that each system had more than twenty points of spiritual root potential, and the final result was more than one hundred and ten points.

Of course, this is impossible. I don’t know how many people’s hand that dog skin Taoist priest passed through, and the quality was low, so the measurement error occurred. To be precise, it was the potential of twenty spiritual roots in each line, and the distribution was extremely even.

Ye Mo didn't bother with this and raised his hand and held it on the measuring ruler.

The quality of this measuring ruler is obviously very good. As soon as Ye Mo held it on it, wisps of bright gold burst out. The middle-aged monk in the Killing Pharmacy was busy inputting magic power to the green jade slips. Suddenly, a faint hazy green light enveloped Ye Mo and began to record all this.

"The gold system is one point, two point, three point... fourteen, this..."

Even though the middle-aged monk in Jiedan was prepared, he was shocked at this moment. He was confused by the scene in front of him and looked at Ye Mo foolishly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

He thought that this ancestor had at least twenty points of spiritual root potential, and this was considered to be of an ordinary cultivator. Who would have thought that the result was only fourteen points of spiritual root potential for the golden system!

At this time, the measuring ruler emitted a ray of blue color again and began to rise little by little.

Seeing this, the middle-aged monk in Jiedan showed joy and quickly put his head on and counted it. After all, the data just now was too scary. The potential of the spiritual roots of fourteen points can surpass the number one saint son of the Southern Demon. This is too incredible. Not to mention him, even other creatures in the world questioned it, and they had to doubt whether they were taken over by some reincarnated figure.

"The wood-based spiritual roots, one, two, three...it's another fourteen!"

The middle-aged monk in the Jiedan period looked strange, but at least he looked a little better.

Well, it's not bad, why has it reached the level of an ordinary monk? By the way, it seems that this senior is a five-type monk? Or how many-type ones? Maybe there is a certain good one?

Thinking of this, seeing another magic light coming out of the measuring ruler, the middle-aged monks in the Jiedan stage counted again, but after counting, the middle-aged monks in the Jiedan stage could no longer hold it back.

Five systems, all five systems, without exception, are all fourteen-point spiritual root potential, and the average cannot be more average, as if they have been specially adjusted with some secret method, which is too incredible.

However, the light of the magic system was still blooming, and the middle-aged monk in the Killing Pharmacy had no time to think about anything else, so he buried his head and counted again!

Finally, this middle-aged monk in the Killing Pharmacy was completely confused. He felt that since he entered the world of immortal cultivation, his worldview, which has gradually formed and is becoming increasingly solid, is constantly collapsing.

The five-type spiritual root potential has fourteen points, a total of seventy points, and the three-type mutated spiritual roots have ten points.

To be honest, this kind of spiritual root cannot be ruined anymore. Each system cannot reach the level of an ordinary monk, but these eight systems combined have reached the upper limit of one hundred spiritual roots. In this case, middle-aged monks in the Killing Pharmacy have never heard of it, let alone seen it.

"Old, ancestor... Is this really going to be sent out?"

The middle-aged monk in the Jiedan stage is now a little nervous. He really can't imagine what the outside world will react if such a result is spread.

"If you can do it, spread it if you can do it, and if you can't do it, you won't need it."

Ye Mo smiled faintly.

"Yes!" elm/p>

After gritting his teeth, the middle-aged monk of Jiedan period said.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Ye Mo patted the shoulders of the middle-aged monk in Jiedan, which made him feel excited again.

Under the leadership of the middle-aged monk in Jiedan period, Ye Mo finally found Ji Rushang, and then the two fought in a secret place that no one knew.

No one knew the result of this battle, but only knew that Ji Rushang later went further and truly achieved twenty-five rounds of combat power, becoming the first person in the Immortal City Alliance's Nascent Soul Generation.

However, he did not fight with Ye Mo anymore, so no one could know which of them was stronger.

After the battle, Ye Mo and Ji Rushang came to the small building where Ji Rushang lived side by side. The building had red walls and green tiles, and the eaves were high and teeth, which was very elegant.

Around the building is a green bamboo forest, with proud bamboo standing in the forest, gathering into the sea. Every wisp of air is filled with the fragrance of green bamboo, which looks particularly quiet, making people feel calm.

Entering the small building, the two of them climbed up the steps and came to the tea-snack on the second floor.

Tea-tasting is as its name suggests, and is a place to drink tea and drink tea, but it seems much more professional. The huge second floor is surrounded by tea-tasting tea sets, which are either elegant, weird, delicate, or atmospheric, as well as cans of top-quality spiritual tea and ordinary coarse tea.

There is a small space deep in the distance, inside which is filled with spiritual spring water decorated and sealed with strange stones and magic tools, and there are also incredible varieties.

On the balcony of the corridor outside the teahouse, there is an antique seven-stringed lyre, next to it is a jade flute, amber, with a gentle color, without any decoration, and it is extremely simple.

Moving Ye Mo to sit down, Ji Rushang glanced at Ye Mo, with a look of thought in his eyes, and then turned around to get the tea set and the spiritual spring.

After putting on the tea set, Ji Rushang waved his robe sleeves, and a graceful white smoke rose from an incense burner not far away.

Rinse the tea set, fill the spirit spring, catch fire and boil water...

The movement is like flowing water. Although it is simple, it makes people feel so natural and comfortable. Obviously, Ji Rushang has done it more than a thousand times.

"Brother Ji said that he likes to drink tea and play the piano and flute?"

Ye Mo said strangely, he didn't expect that Ji Rushang's personality would have such a hobby.

"I am good at playing the flute and lying through the piano. I don't like it. I prefer to drink tea while listening to the piano."

Ji Rushang's eyes remained on the kettle.

"Then this piano..."

Ye Mo felt even more strange.

"That's my Taoist partner, but she has already died."

Ji Rushang's expression was calm and normal, as if he was talking about something irrelevant.

Ye Mo looked strange, but he didn't say much. He waited until the spring was boiled, and the two of them calmed down for a while. Only the bamboo forest outside the building was blown by the wind, and the rustling sound was rolled up.

Soon, the spring water was boiled. At this time, Ji Rushang took a small can of tea, picked up a small pinch, made it fall into boiling water, and started to boil it. It was not until one stick of incense was inhaled and it was reduced for a small hour. Finally, Ji Rushang picked up the teapot, poured out two cups of tea, and then took one cup away and started to taste it.

Ye Mo didn't care. He took another cup of tea to taste it. At this moment, he suddenly looked up and looked at Ji Rushang in shock, feeling unbelievable.

I saw Ji Rushang's expression remained the same, but crystal liquid kept gushing out of his eyes, which crossed his face and dripped into the tea.

"It makes Brother Ye laugh."

Ji Rushang raised his hand and waved his face, and he immediately returned to normal, but it was obvious that Ji Rushang's heart was not calm at this moment and his eyes were very dull.

Ye Mo thought with his eyes and soon understood the reason. He continued to lower his head to drink tea, took a sip, and carefully savored the taste of the tea. Ye Mo breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother Ji, you have practiced wrongly. Cutting off the seven emotions and six desires is not the real way, at least it is not the right way. If you want to cut it, did you really cut it?"

Upon hearing this, some light gathered in Ji Rushang's eyes.

"Your skills are similar to those of "Sitting and Forgetful Sutra", and you are all very biased and extreme. I don't know if there is a future for taking such a fairy path. At least I gave up... Of course, I am me, Brother Ji, how do you choose yourself? Ye Mouyan is all there is."

Ye Mo had practiced the "Sitting and Forgetful Sutra" and was deeply touched by it, so he sincerely advised Ji Rushang.

Ji Rushang didn't say much, and was silent for a moment, nodded slightly, drank the spiritual tea in a sip, then washed it with the spiritual spring before pouring the spiritual tea again.

"I invite you to come here to discuss something with you. Recently, a secret treasure in the Ghost Moon Mountains on the western battlefield was born. After investigation by the monks of the Allied Reconnaissance found that this was the place where a Duobao God King was seven thousand years ago. This Duobao God King was a legend in his life. His good luck made the strongest jealous. His treasure magic weapon attracted countless monks to covet, but he eventually disappeared mysteriously. Unexpectedly, he was disbanded here with the Transformation... The demon clan has already broken the outer formation and has also obtained some opportunities. Do you... go?"

Ji Rushang poured the tea, and after that, he picked up the teacup and drank it gently, and did not look at Ye Mo's reaction, as if he had known Ye Mo's choice for a long time. Mobile phone users should visit http://m.piaotian.net
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