Thunder Martial

Monks are greedy in nature, and even though they've been chatting, they haven't forgotten about it. After all, it is a savior. At this moment, the monk is somewhat embarrassed.

“Look at my memory. Forget about it.” The old man smiled lightly and embarrassed the monk, as did the purple.

But let them speak of sending out the ancient beasts, but they cannot say anything. Because without that courage, to kill the little leopard, they paid too much, not even the only one to save Baodan.

“I don't need this beast, and it's not really a pureblood beast, so you can take it away with confidence.” The old man saw the embarrassment of the two, laughing.

“Once the ancient beast dies, the spiritual power in the sperm blood begins to flow automatically, and even the purest jade bottle cannot be sealed. If you don't have anything that specializes in sperm blood, why don't you leave it with me and wait until you use it to collect it? ”

“Thanks to Old Ancestor for your kindness, we just had one.” Thank you again, Purple.

The old man nodded, no longer insisting. Silent black pools, trembling again, the little leopard's body slowly surfaced from the bottom of the water. As the black water drips down, the leopard turns green again.

Little leopard, almost intact, just above the forehead, with a huge blood hole. Outside the blood cave, black water flashed, apparently sealing the leopard's wound and banning blood loss.

The leopard was slowly lifted and placed on the shore. The monk opened his eyes and immediately said, “I got it, I got it! ”

The monk was about to go forward with the autopsy, but soon found out that there was no one to take advantage of. Because even if the little leopard dies, he also has a strong perimeter defense.

After the Dan soldier couldn't break open, the monk turned his head and looked at the purple pearl, "Purple pearl, give me my spear, I need it now! ”

“Yours?”

Purple glared harshly at the monk because the old man was there and he didn't want to be angry.

“Yeah, you got the phalanx, the spear was supposed to be mine!” The monk took it for granted, "he said.“ Moreover, I see that weapon, too heavy, is an ominous thing, and there must be disaster on his body. So, give it to me, I suppress it with the power of pure Buddha's Gate, recite it every day, dissolve this fierce Qi. ”

Purple listened, his nose almost twisted, and he wanted to kick the monk alive. After several years of acquaintance, he had never seen a dead monk read the scriptures on his own initiative, and since his acquaintance, the dead monk has been kidnapped and stolen, and is now even worse.

“What, you're gonna regret it?” The monk stared and was dissatisfied.

“Dead bald ass, I paid for this with my life. Why would I give it to you?” Purple finally couldn't bear and began to growl.

In Purple Pearl's view, this bloody spear is no different from a long gun, and it is only right that you use it yourself. Besides, a dead bald donkey makes a different kind of knife. Is it possible to poke people around with a long spear that is so exasperating?

Greedy monks, naturally disobeyed. Purple also completely pulled down his face and fought against the monk, despite his just fierce imagination.

But after half a day of pinching, I still felt the influence was bad, so I apologized and smiled at the old man and borrowed a word from the monk.

A moment later, the woods were pounding.

And the old man hears it, smiles silently, but in his eyes, there seems to be a shimmering glow. Once upon a time, I had a friend or two who was greedy and stingy compared to you during the week. But when life is at stake, they can largely give up their lives.

After a sound, it was a fight, louder than one, like a flip of a face. A moment later, however, the two sides strapped their backs and stepped out of the woods, apparently with an agreed interest.

Purple smoothly handed over the bloody spear and lent it to the monk to unravel, while the latter also showed a beauty expression on his face and began to dissect carefully.

Because the only Baodan was swallowed by himself, Zizheng thought he was losing his mind and let the monk take advantage of a cheap price.

So the monk had to say that the two sword teeth of the little leopard were two knives, and he took them away. But the leopard seemed to have only one left, and the other was interrupted by purple roots and fell into the black pool.

“Ha ha!” As soon as the monk's eyes had been cast, he did not wait for him to speak, and the old man laughed with a big smile. Then a bright sword tooth flew out of the pond and headed towards the monk.

“Hey hey, nice knife teeth, very smooth, sharp, chopping people should work great.” Take the sword teeth, wave a few times, the monk shouted shamelessly, then dig the other one and take it away.

The quality of these two blade teeth is no weaker than the original purple silver spear, and the monk is a natural treasure. Later, the bloody spear broke the leopard's body.

“Slow down, don't break the scales, cut them neatly, I have to make soft armor?” Though the monks are very careful, the purple ones are still heartbroken and sound reminded.

Hearing this, the monk's expression remained unchanged, but in the dark he intensified his strength. His hands seemed to shake a little, and Purple rushed: “Such a large one can make at least two soft armor. ”

Once again, the hands of the monks have stabilized and the more careful they are. A piece of animal hide has been cut for several hours and is completely in front of it. Make two soft armor, more than enough.

After that, the monk began to cut bones and get blood. Of course, before that, after a few drops of blood, the little leopard's heart was eaten by the monkey. This makes the Phage look dry, but nobody cares about it.

The leopard is a treasure, this time they reap a great deal, just fine blood gets a lot. A drop is like a pearl, shining a dazzling light, illuminating the surrounding area.

“Put it away!” The monk hurried.

Purple Gold Gourd reappears and swallows a magical light, like a small world stretching out and taking away everything.

Seeing the purple gold gourd again, the light in the eyes of the Phage Mouse is brighter, between the hidden, there is an exciting expectation. And the old man kept staring at the purple gold gourd, and his eyes lit up.

Dan soldiers were destroyed, Baodan lost one, and both lost a lot, but seeing the previously unraveled ancient beast, purple heels and monks were excited, the value of this ancient beast alone far exceeded their current donation.

You can say, this time it's made a fortune. Now they're thinking about when to baptize and sublimate again.

“Baptism?” The old man overheard, "said the leopard.“ The little leopard is not an ancient beast of pure blood in the true sense of the word. Just one can't baptize you at all. ”

“Joe, isn't it? The little leopard is an ancient beast. It's supposed to be a pureblood beast, right?” The Phage questioned doubtfully that it had promised Purple Believe Dandan that the Little Leopard was an ancient beast of pure blood.

Zijuan and the monk were also confused.

“Pure blooded ancient beasts, rare in number, pure in blood, with incredible divinity, are the most powerful beings in the world. And each one was passed down from ancient times, even though it was weak and powerful. Every ancient beast can easily sweep the existence of the same level of slaughter. ”

“The Swordtooth Demon Panthers are not ancient beasts in the true sense, but their ancestors. In ancient battlefields, they were fortunate enough to obtain the blood of ancient beasts, which made it possible to turn into ancient beasts. But the distance is true pureblood ancient beasts, different from the heavens and the earth. ”

The old man looked at the purple heel monk and said: "You, the testers of mankind, who come here to hunt the ancient beasts, are merely beasts in this land, not ancient beasts in the true sense. In the true sense of pureblood ancient beasts, are the supreme and powerful beings, each with only one, unique, unable to form a group at all. ”

Purple heel monk nods and finally understands. And knowing that true ancient beasts, only one, unique, are not of the clan.

And the purple and monk unexpectedly learned that the Phage Mouse is truly an ancient beast, unique. But unfortunately, the bloodline is not awake, and this moment is not an ancient beast of pure blood. Even the original swallowing wolf was never a pureblood ancient beast.

Although the little leopard is not a pureblood ancient beast, its fine blood, along with purple and other ancient beast fine blood previously obtained by the monk, along with some other psychotropic drugs, can allow one to baptize successfully.

“Which one of you will be baptized?” Looking at the two, the old man asked.

“Let him go first.” Zijuan did not hesitate to speak immediately. With long spears of blood on the phalanges, his own battle power is improved again, and he is not afraid of ancient beasts such as leopards. Purple gave this opportunity to monks.

But the greedy monk was an anomaly, shook his head and said: "No, you better come. ”

Without waiting for Purple to refuse, the monk is right: “The stronger you are, the more we will reap. A true strong man is far stronger than two and a half hangers! ”

According to the monks, purple power naturally becomes stronger after baptism, and it is easier to slaughter ancient beasts. In this way, the two will gain more.

“If your strength grows to the point of freely killing old leopards, I think our gains will be richer. ”

But this is hardly a possibility. The old leopard is no weaker than the swallowing wolf, and the original swallowing wolf, even in the late Danyuan period of the chaotic land, can strike a slaughter.

The strength of both sides, the difference between heaven and earth, is not a single baptism that can bridge the huge gap between the two sides.

For baptism, in addition to fine blood, some other antiquities are needed to make it more effective.

“All of you, the old leopard has been badly injured and shouldn't show up for a short time.” The old man also said when he saw the concerns of the two.

“Me too, me too!” The Phantom Rat became very positive this time.

It is naturally better at eating spirits and finding antiquarian medicines than purple bears and others. The other party Mao suddenly recommended it, and Zixuan had no reason to disagree.

So, two people and an ape and a mouse, they're on their way again.

The old man kept watching several people leave until their figure disappeared.