Chapter: 507
Therefore, monks at the level of Lingxi Realm live a miserable life most of the time, and it is difficult to accumulate wealth.
The price of a special flying weapon is not low, and it costs two to three hundred spirit stones. The better the flying weapon, the more expensive it is, and there are tens of thousands of spirit stones.
Although Lu Ye has not yet reached the level of imperial weapon flying, he still has some understanding of these things.
So when he saw the soldier who was flying with a sword, he knew that this guy was a poor man, and he lost much interest in him immediately. Even if this kind of person killed him, there would not be many good things in his storage bag.
On the other hand, the Faxiu, the small boat on which he stepped on was very delicate, and it might be worth some money.
Both of them were suspended in mid-air, looking down at the "scared" Lu Ye condescendingly, the soldier said in a low voice, "Can you see an eighth-level ghost cultivator?"
Lu Ye remained silent. Now he was thinking about how to get the other party down. This guy was floating in mid-air, and the traps he had set up before couldn't work.
Not getting an answer, Bingxiu was a little impatient, and asked again: "Which camp are you from?"
Still no reply.
"Then you can die!" Bingxiu snorted coldly, this kind of monk who couldn't ask the camp must belong to the enemy, so he resolutely prepared to make a move.
Saying so, the spiritual weapon in his hand trembled slightly, with murderous intent surging.
Lu Ye reached out and took out something from his storage bag, and threw it on the ground!
"Huh?" The Bingxiu's eyes lit up, and he flew down before the thing exploded, because what Lu Ye threw out was actually a flying spirit weapon.
For a soldier who is so poor that he can only fly with a sword, a flying spiritual weapon is undoubtedly very attractive, especially since it is thrown from a seventh-level realm. The other party's life money.
This thing belonged to Yuan Guang. After Lu Ye killed him, he opened his storage bag and it became his own trophy. It was just right to use it at this moment.
Bingxiu grabbed the flying spiritual weapon in his hand with lightning speed, took a closer look, and found that this thing seemed familiar, and he had seen it somewhere.
Of course they will look familiar, Yuan Guang and him are both at the ninth level, and they are both cultivators of the Qingtian Sect, so they must have friendship. He has seen Yuan Guang's flying spirit weapon before, and even took the flight with Yuan Guang artifact.
Before he could figure it out, the place he was in was distorted and changed suddenly, and a scene of chaotic stone forest suddenly appeared. After the chaotic stone forest disappeared, Bingxiu also disappeared.
This accident startled Faxiu, and it was even more frightening.
The spiritual power below surged, and two streams of light rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed. Each stream of light was full of murderous intent. When they intersected, the two streams of light seemed to turn into a pair of scissors...
Faxiu is cautious. Even if his strength exceeds Lu Ye, the hovering position is still 30 feet away. He is afraid that this seventh-level realm will suddenly attack him with a difficult weapon. He has suffered such a loss before.
So after a brief shock, Faxiu's mentality calmed down, and the usual cautiousness finally paid off, and I was indeed very stable.
Thirty feet, which has exceeded the limit of a seven-story monk's armor, and it is impossible for the opponent to hurt himself no matter what.
With two soft beeps, the flying spiritual weapon under Fa Xiu's feet was violently shocked, and immediately wobbled. At the same time as Lu Ye made a move, he mobilized his spiritual power and prepared to cast the spell. However, this change made him flustered Losing his mind, the spell he was about to perform was interrupted, and he hurriedly stabilized his flying spirit weapon.
Even if he didn't fall to death from this height, he would still be half dead. His small body was not as strong as his body.
My mind was muddled, who the hell told me that the distance between the seven-level cultivator's imperial weapon would not exceed thirty feet? This is not only more than thirty feet, but thirty-five feet.
The scorching breath rushed from below, and the flying spirit weapon that had just stabilized rushed to a violent impact, even more violent than before, it was Lu Ye's fire dragon technique!
Under the night, the huge fire dragon collided with the flying spirit weapon, directly knocking the spirit weapon over.
With an exclamation, Faxiu fell from mid-air. Two beams of light lingered around his side, shuttled left and right, but failed to kill that Faxiu, because an extremely thick spiritual power barrier suddenly appeared on the opponent's body surface.
This is a life-saving technique that every dharma cultivator will practice! JrNovels.com
The price of a special flying weapon is not low, and it costs two to three hundred spirit stones. The better the flying weapon, the more expensive it is, and there are tens of thousands of spirit stones.
Although Lu Ye has not yet reached the level of imperial weapon flying, he still has some understanding of these things.
So when he saw the soldier who was flying with a sword, he knew that this guy was a poor man, and he lost much interest in him immediately. Even if this kind of person killed him, there would not be many good things in his storage bag.
On the other hand, the Faxiu, the small boat on which he stepped on was very delicate, and it might be worth some money.
Both of them were suspended in mid-air, looking down at the "scared" Lu Ye condescendingly, the soldier said in a low voice, "Can you see an eighth-level ghost cultivator?"
Lu Ye remained silent. Now he was thinking about how to get the other party down. This guy was floating in mid-air, and the traps he had set up before couldn't work.
Not getting an answer, Bingxiu was a little impatient, and asked again: "Which camp are you from?"
Still no reply.
"Then you can die!" Bingxiu snorted coldly, this kind of monk who couldn't ask the camp must belong to the enemy, so he resolutely prepared to make a move.
Saying so, the spiritual weapon in his hand trembled slightly, with murderous intent surging.
Lu Ye reached out and took out something from his storage bag, and threw it on the ground!
"Huh?" The Bingxiu's eyes lit up, and he flew down before the thing exploded, because what Lu Ye threw out was actually a flying spirit weapon.
For a soldier who is so poor that he can only fly with a sword, a flying spiritual weapon is undoubtedly very attractive, especially since it is thrown from a seventh-level realm. The other party's life money.
This thing belonged to Yuan Guang. After Lu Ye killed him, he opened his storage bag and it became his own trophy. It was just right to use it at this moment.
Bingxiu grabbed the flying spiritual weapon in his hand with lightning speed, took a closer look, and found that this thing seemed familiar, and he had seen it somewhere.
Of course they will look familiar, Yuan Guang and him are both at the ninth level, and they are both cultivators of the Qingtian Sect, so they must have friendship. He has seen Yuan Guang's flying spirit weapon before, and even took the flight with Yuan Guang artifact.
Before he could figure it out, the place he was in was distorted and changed suddenly, and a scene of chaotic stone forest suddenly appeared. After the chaotic stone forest disappeared, Bingxiu also disappeared.
This accident startled Faxiu, and it was even more frightening.
The spiritual power below surged, and two streams of light rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed. Each stream of light was full of murderous intent. When they intersected, the two streams of light seemed to turn into a pair of scissors...
Faxiu is cautious. Even if his strength exceeds Lu Ye, the hovering position is still 30 feet away. He is afraid that this seventh-level realm will suddenly attack him with a difficult weapon. He has suffered such a loss before.
So after a brief shock, Faxiu's mentality calmed down, and the usual cautiousness finally paid off, and I was indeed very stable.
Thirty feet, which has exceeded the limit of a seven-story monk's armor, and it is impossible for the opponent to hurt himself no matter what.
With two soft beeps, the flying spiritual weapon under Fa Xiu's feet was violently shocked, and immediately wobbled. At the same time as Lu Ye made a move, he mobilized his spiritual power and prepared to cast the spell. However, this change made him flustered Losing his mind, the spell he was about to perform was interrupted, and he hurriedly stabilized his flying spirit weapon.
Even if he didn't fall to death from this height, he would still be half dead. His small body was not as strong as his body.
My mind was muddled, who the hell told me that the distance between the seven-level cultivator's imperial weapon would not exceed thirty feet? This is not only more than thirty feet, but thirty-five feet.
The scorching breath rushed from below, and the flying spirit weapon that had just stabilized rushed to a violent impact, even more violent than before, it was Lu Ye's fire dragon technique!
Under the night, the huge fire dragon collided with the flying spirit weapon, directly knocking the spirit weapon over.
With an exclamation, Faxiu fell from mid-air. Two beams of light lingered around his side, shuttled left and right, but failed to kill that Faxiu, because an extremely thick spiritual power barrier suddenly appeared on the opponent's body surface.
This is a life-saving technique that every dharma cultivator will practice! JrNovels.com
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