Chapter 83 Too Naive
Chapter 83 Too Naive
Lin Shan looked at the red-faced monk with surprise, not understanding how this guy found him.
It was understandable that Princess Guo and others knew that he was returning to Yichuan and set up an ambush on the road he had to pass through. But how could this red-faced monk, who had nothing in common with him, be able to track him down in the vast Yanyun Mountains?
"Tsk tsk tsk, such a good dual cultivation furnace was ruined by you like this, what a pity!"
The red-faced monk opposite looked at the Princess of Dayan lying on the ground, shaking his head and sighing. He only hated Lin Shan for not knowing how to cherish a beautiful woman and wasting such a beautiful face and cultivation. If he gave the princess to him...
"Humph! Princess Dayan is a demonic cultivator in the late stage of Qi training. If you want to practice dual cultivation with her, don't be afraid that she will be drained of her energy!"
Seeing that the visitor had ill intentions, Lin Shan naturally would not speak nicely to him. He just sneered and ridiculed him.
Unexpectedly, the monk on the other side heard this and seemed to feel that Lin Shan was insulting and questioning his professional ability, and he shouted angrily:
"What do you know, kid? When it comes to dual cultivation, we in the Huanxi Sect are the experts. The magic cultivator's technique of collecting and replenishing is nothing in front of us!"
When Lin Shan heard about the Joyful Sect, he asked, "The Joyful Sect? What's the relationship between it and the Joyful Sect that was wiped out hundreds of years ago? Are you looking for me because of the Joyful Buddha statue?"
"That's right!" The red-faced monk said with a pious expression, "The Joyful Religion and the Joyful Sect are originally one and the same. They were both founded by believers who believe in the Joyful Buddha. The Joyful Buddha statue in your hand is exactly the sacred object of my religion."
Lin Shan took out the Happy Buddha Statue from his storage bag with a speechless look on his face. He stared at the enhancement panel and read it over and over again to make sure that he had not missed any hints about magical powers or spells. It was just an ordinary thing for the "Happy God" to extract faith.
"That's it? A holy relic?"
The red-faced monk opposite him was furious. He felt greatly insulted by Lin Shan's expression:
"Hey, kid! Hand over the holy object! As long as you hold it in your hand, all the believers of my sect will be able to sense your location, and you will be in trouble forever, and you will have endless bad luck.
Um? "
An object was thrown across the stream and landed in his hand. It was the statue of Happy Buddha!
The red-faced monk looked at Lin Shan opposite him with a confused look on his face.
He hadn't even finished his threats yet, and this guy had already given in? He had just handed it over?
He checked it himself and found that it was indeed the Happy Buddha statue. He then sensed the boy on the opposite side and found that there was indeed no mark of the Happy Buddha statue on that boy.
"You, you, you're giving it to me now?"
The red-faced monk was a little skeptical about his life. He couldn't believe it and pointed at Lin Shan and started stuttering.
Lin Shan looked impatient: "Get out of the way now, don't stop me from chasing those robbers!"
Anyway, the ancient charm of this thing has been absorbed by him, so it naturally has no value. And when I heard that the people of the Joy Cult could sense its location, I couldn't keep it.
Even if the monk said he didn't want it anymore, he would find a corner and throw it away.
The important thing now is to hunt down those two men instead of arguing with this monk. A Buddha statue with ancient charm can be regarded as toll money, so as to avoid being stopped endlessly.
The red-faced monk opposite was still hesitant: "You spent a whopping 1600 spirit stones to buy it, and now you don't want it anymore?"
At this point, Lin Shan seemed to have been touched on a sore spot, and suddenly jumped up and yelled at the red-faced monk:
"It's 1625 Spiritual Stones! If you hadn't interfered, I could have won it with 1400 Spiritual Stones, and you caused me to lose more than Spiritual Stones!"
Thinking of this, Lin Shan became angrier and angrier. His monthly salary at the auction house was only 100 spirit stones, and now two months of that was gone. How could he not be heartbroken?
The red-faced monk opposite him seemed to be unwilling to be bullied as well, pointing his Zen staff at Lin Shan:
"How dare you say that! You colluded with the auctioneer and played a shady deal together. You have no shame!"
The two men started to curse each other across a stream.
As he cursed more and more, he naturally became more and more angry.
Lin Shan felt that he was now fully equipped in the late stage of Qi training and was not afraid of anyone at full firepower. The red-faced monk opposite him was also a man who refused to be bullied. The two of them quarreled more and more fiercely and finally started fighting.
Lin Shan held a mid-level magic weapon in his hand and started a sword fight with the opponent.
I didn't expect that the staff in the red-faced monk's hand was also a mid-level magic weapon, and the tip could shoot out Buddha light moon blades, which was really powerful. The cassock on his body was not an ordinary item either, and he didn't suffer much damage after just a few sword energies.
The two were evenly matched and both fought with real fire.
As the fight went on, the red-faced monk seemed to have a strong temper and decided to fight Lin Shan to the end. He grabbed a handful of spirit stones from his storage bag and began to absorb them while fighting, obviously intending to fight to the death!
Seeing this, Lin Shan followed suit and fished out something from his storage bag!
But it seems empty?
Lin Shan didn't believe it, so he swung his sword again and reached out again!
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Now he was half sober.
What the hell!
I almost forgot that I’m a pauper and I don’t have a single fucking spiritual stone on my body!
The red-faced monk on the opposite side fought more and more fiercely, and Lin Shan had previously fought a battle with Princess Guo and her four companions, and another battle with Princess Dayan. Now he had to fight the red-faced monk non-stop, and his physical and spiritual power began to be stretched.
"Good good!"
Lin Shan laughed in anger. He had made great progress in his cultivation and was fully equipped with advanced weapons. He was full of energy and pride, but as soon as he left Yichuan, he was ambushed by this group of people one after another.
Kill the first wave and there's still a second wave. Kill the second wave and there's still a third wave!
A bunch of bastards with no moral principles!
Now, although he is as powerful as the red-faced monk, he is at a disadvantage because of his lack of spiritual power and empty pockets.
Seeing that Lin Shan's sword energy was getting weaker and weaker, and the range was gradually shortening, how could the red-faced monk not see that his opponent's spiritual power was about to run out? He immediately waved his Zen stick and came close to him. This move was exactly what Lin Shan wanted. If the spiritual power was not enough, it was not enough. At least it was enough to support the passive protection of the defensive magic weapon. Who was afraid of who in a melee?
Relying on the protection of high-level magic weapons and the sharpness of mid-level magic weapons, Lin Shan directly fought for his life with the red-faced monk.
"Clang clang clang!"
The Zen staff hit the Cloud Copper Heart Mirror, sparks flew out, but the bumpy mirror was unusually strong, showing no sign of being damaged. It could also move up and down to help the owner defend against the enemy automatically, and could accurately block any tricky moves.
"High-level defensive magic weapon!"
The red-faced monk was horrified. He had followed Lin Shan from Yichuan with his weak senses. This kid wandered around in the Yanyun Mountains, and he suffered a lot from climbing mountains and crossing rivers. He finally caught up with Lin Shan after a series of battles, but he didn't see the previous battle.
I thought that I had two intermediate-level magic tools, the staff and the cassock, and I could walk sideways among the casual cultivators in the Qi training stage. I didn't expect that the boy opposite me even had a high-level magic tool, and it was a rare extreme physical defense, which was a top-grade item that even the cultivators in the foundation building stage could hardly see!
But what surprised him even more was yet to come. Lin Shan had a high-level magic weapon to block and did not need to be distracted. He swung the intermediate-level magic weapon, the cold iron sword, in his hand and directly passed over the Zen staff and hit the red cassock on his body.
“Bang, bang, bang, bang! Sizzle~”
As a mid-level defensive magic weapon, the red cassock has excellent spell defense, but it is powerless against physical attacks. The defensive shield was smashed open by several violent blows and was torn by the sword blade.
"Ah! My cassock."
The red-faced monk was so distressed that he quickly used his staff to block the sword.
But his Zen staff is a heavy weapon, with great force and power, suitable for head-on confrontation with others to exchange injuries. How can it keep up with the agile and graceful sword of the wind-type cultivator?
The sword fight between the two men became fierce. After all, Lin Shan was a warrior before. Although he was not very proficient in martial arts, he relied on the high-level magic weapon for defense and wielded the sword skill freely and at will.
As time went by, the red-faced monk felt that his robes could no longer hold up. They were torn into pieces and tatters. If this continued, this treasure would be destroyed.
The mirror shield is specifically used to resist physical damage, while the armor is specifically used to resist spells. Naturally, these two people understand the common sense of the cultivation world.
After all, defensive magic weapons can only resist attacks in theory, but they also need to be maintained afterwards. It is impossible to withstand attacks indefinitely, otherwise they will be destroyed by offensive magic weapons of the same level sooner or later.
For cultivators, fighting is all about money. They don't know how many spirit stones they will lose in a fight. If they cannot kill the opponent and seize his property, it will definitely be a losing business.
But Lin Shan on the opposite side refused to give in. He had been ambushed one after another today and had been unhappy for a long time. These bastards really thought he was a soft persimmon and came up to him one by one.
The key is that no matter how you drive one away, another one comes, just like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather. It is estimated that Princess Guo and the other two have already run away.
He vented all his resentment on the monk, and used the cold iron sword in his hand to slash at his opponent in three directions. His opponent was in great pain and could only dodge left and right, waving his Zen stick around in vain and struggling in vain.
"Bah~"
The sound of cloth tearing was heard again. The red-faced monk's pants could not withstand the pressure and were pierced through the robes by the sword, cutting into strips. The strips fell down from his waist, revealing a bright red festive color.
"scare!"
Both of them were startled and jumped out of the fighting circle.
Lin Shan took a closer look and found that it was not a hidden weapon. He was very surprised that this monk actually liked red shorts. Do all the lay disciples in this world dress so wildly?
The red-faced monk seemed as if someone had discovered a big secret. He was so ashamed that he couldn't face anyone. For a lay disciple, this unique hobby was really immoral.
"Hey kid, just wait for me."
"The mountains remain green, the water flows forever, we will meet again."
"Don't fall into my hands next time!"
……
While making harsh remarks, the red-faced monk, holding up his big red pants, hurriedly and decisively ran away.
You know, although he was very confident in his own size, there was an obvious flash of disdain in the eyes of the boy opposite him, which was accurately captured by the red-faced monk who was very concerned about it.
It’s not scary to be exposed, but it’s embarrassing for those who are smaller.
In order to preserve his last bit of dignity, the red-faced monk shamefully chose to flee, his legs spread out, and he jumped left and right into the woods, disappearing in an instant.
Lin Shan put away his sword and mirror and did not chase after him. He did not have much spiritual power in his Dantian now, and had no spiritual stones to restore it. Even if he activated the Wind Control Technique, he would not be able to hold on for a while, and there was a high probability that he would not be able to catch up with the other party.
However, he fought three games in a row today and defeated three groups of people, which made his self-confidence swell to an unprecedented level!
It seems that among the independent cultivators in the Qi training stage, I am also considered a master. I just don’t know if I can defeat the disciples of the big sects if I meet them.
Shaking his head, Lin Shan chose to evacuate. Now that he was in the Yanyun Mountains, it would be better to find a place to recover his spiritual power as soon as possible.
I took the storage bags of the two dead men and saw that they were both poor.
Before leaving, he did not forget one thing. He picked up the broken pieces of the talisman sword on the ground. Did the middle-aged man in brocade clothes still think they could get away?
Huh, too naive!
Have you ever heard of a magical power that can kill people from thousands miles away?
(End of this chapter)