Reborn Just To Be a Big Shot Family Freeloader Chapter 703

Chapter 703 Arrogant trio

The group watched for a while at the top of the mountain, and Li Yunxiao said, "I'm afraid there will be chaos here. After the chaos here, the entire Qinglong jungle will inevitably be involved. You little guys, go back to the city. There is no such thing as a mess. Ten days and a half months, I'm afraid it won't end."

They did have the intention to protect these little friends, but they were only the cultivation of the great masters of Confucianism and Taoism.

It would be a pity if these little guys got caught in this mess.

As a result, Fusu and the others all shook their heads: "Senior, don't worry about us, since we are here, we still have the power to protect ourselves. We entered the refining realm for the purpose of training. How can we be timid when we have the power to protect ourselves? As long as we don't encounter a saint like Wu Sheng, even if we encounter Wu Zun and run for our lives, we can still do it.”

Not to mention, the most suitable for the use of earth and wood techniques in the Qinglong jungle, but a few of them, including Yuliuchuan, earth and wood techniques, the worst is also the Zhongcheng realm. Although the little fat man has never practiced the escape technique, his light-weight technique is still good, and even a few people from Qi Xun can take him to escape.

No matter how bad it is, what about Xiao Kunpeng?

Don't look at the fact that he is still a chick, but if he really runs, at that speed, Wu Zun really can't do anything about him.

Besides, the overhaul of the Martial Sacred Realm, under this circumstance, why are you staring at their few low-level monks? It's not enough to eat.

As for being affected by the aftermath of the battle, they had already considered this issue before, so the defense of this cave dwelling was a talisman formed by a sixth-rank top-grade defense talisman, which was sufficient to deal with it.

Even if they weren't in the cave, which one of them didn't have dozens of 6th-grade light body charms, golden shield charms, and teleportation charms that were given by Qixun?

Seeing the calm and calm of the juniors, it is difficult for these great scholars to say more, as the monks should have been.

Qi Xun thought that the ones he had given to the uncles before were all high-grade talismans, so he took out some top-quality spiritual talismans. Each of them prepared ten golden shield talismans, light-weight talismans and teleportation talismans, and gave them to several uncles. .

"These spiritual talismans were left to me by my master to save my life. Although they are sixth-grade spiritual talismans, they are all of the highest quality. Although the teleportation talisman can only transmit hundreds of miles, it is difficult to be used alternately with the light-weight talisman. People catch up and give it to a few seniors for self-defense."

The sixth-grade spiritual talisman is already a high-level spiritual talisman, and it is very precious in the first place. It is still a top-quality talisman, and there is no market for it. Especially, there are the legendary teleportation amulet. There are only a few that were handed down from the ancient times. Whoever gets it can be regarded as a treasure of the sect. Even if it is only a hundred miles of teleportation range, to a large extent, it can be regarded as a life!

Where can they accept it?

What's more, the little girl is so generous, she even gives away ten cards!

Qixun smiled and said: "These can't be compared with the thousands of miles and thousands of miles of teleportation symbols that have been handed down from ancient times. Besides, it was made by my master. I don't lack these. Great kindness, I can't repay it, and I just gave a few charms. This is my honor to my seniors, and it is my heart."

These uncles can't be folded in the refining realm. Qixun also pointed them out, and brought back the sweet potatoes, potatoes, corn, peppers and tomatoes that she gave back to Blue Star.

Besides, the calligraphy and paintings that people gave to Lingyu are not ordinary calligraphy and paintings, but are all treasures that can be used in battle and visualization during ordinary practice. They are spiritual treasures that seal Confucianism and cultivation.

The value of is not comparable to any kind of magic weapon, and it can almost be regarded as a treasure of inheritance.

A group of people stood on the top of the mountain and overlooked the entrance of Long Yeyuan. Qi Xun was not at ease, and used a magic talisman to set up a defensive formation around him to increase the interest rate.

In this way, you can watch the fun and feel more at ease.

It is a pity that the sky-peeping mirror arranged in the cave can only see a range of hundreds of miles. Otherwise, it is safer to stay in the cave to watch.

I didn't watch it for a while, because Wu Zun and Wu Sheng started, and the great masters there, who were not as good as Wu Zun's realm, fled one after another.

And the battlefield of Wu Zun and Martial Saints also began to expand. Several people suddenly no longer relaxed, and they felt that it would not take long. Their place might become a battlefield.

The group looked at each other and said to Su: "Go back to the cave!"

As soon as he said he was leaving, he heard a loud laughter that resounded through the world: "Haha, you bastards, one Martial Saint and two Martial Venerables, just want to surround and kill my red-clothed Demon King? Grandpa won't beat you up today, I'm sorry for my name as the Red Devil King."

Fusu and the others stopped immediately, only to see that the heaven and the earth were all the statues of his monkey brother, holding the Heaven-shattering spear, wearing a purple-gold crown with a phoenix tail, wearing a golden armor with chains, and walking on lotus root. Cloud shoes, well, although other than the god-shattering spear, the rest are imitations made by himself, but they are also half-step super-grade spiritual tools. Even in the spiritual world, they are the most extreme equipment. Below, there is nothing higher than this.

coupled with his true face, his face is more beautiful and unparalleled than the gods, arrogant and wanton, it just makes thousands of people who observe the battlefield over there from a distance, yearning.

As soon as Brother Monkey's voice fell, the voice of the drunkard sounded again: "Boy, how can you be arrogant in this kind of liveliness? Today, I also ask you to open your eyes, let you see my Xiao Yidao's ability! Don't do it! If you die a few Martial Saints, how can you be worthy of my return! Boy, let's see who has cut off more Martial Saints' heads today! If you lose, you have to honor this Saint with a hundred jars of monkey wine.”

Brother Monkey flicked the Golden Zozijia, laughed and replied: "Hey, old man, than arrogant, my great sage has never lost! Don't think about a hundred jars of monkey wine. How have I ever lost, great sage? Who? Old man, you said, what if you lost?"

The Drunk Monkey held a knife in one hand and a jug in the other, and stared at the words: "Boy, I'm a Martial Sage now, how can I lose to you. Even if you win, I want you a hundred jars of monkey brother, why? You? Dare to send it?"

Brother Monkey laughed: "You old man, if you want to drink my wine, just say it, can I still give it? What kind of bet do you want to use as an excuse! It's not sincere!"

The two of them chatted around each other while fighting around a few Martial Saints and Martial Venerables.

was chatting when he heard another Honghong's voice resounding in the world: "One hundred jars of monkey wine?! If I kill a few, can you give me fifty jars?"

Drunken Monkey laughed loudly: "Old man with a beard, do you still want to hold back without alcohol? How many will you kill? Martial Saint?"

"Saint Wu!" Uncle Qiubeard's tone was firm.

Fifty jars of monkey wine!

Enough for him to drink for years!

Isn't just killing a few Martial Saints? Fight!

After Brother Monkey stabbed to death a Wu Zun from the Divine Realm, he slapped another Wu Sage from the Divine Realm and said, "A Martial Sage's head is not worth a jar of monkey wine in my house! However, who made me look good to you two old fellows, after the fight is over, fifty altars per person, my great sage can afford it!"

The popularity of the world of the gods was shattered, and the trialists who were watching the battle in the world couldn't help but stunned when they heard the arrogant dialogue of these people's statues.

A Martial Saint is not worth a jar of wine?

Wu Sheng is so worthless?

You must know that there are many small worlds, and there are only one or two saints in all.

(end of this chapter)

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