Chapter 832 Save money and financial affairs is small, face is big!

  Without the protection of the eighth-order resentful spirits and the inability to carry out spiritual attacks, the soul beasts, facing Brother Monkey and Qixun, are like lambs to be slaughtered among the wolves.

   And Brother Monkey and Qixun, just like a wolf king entering the flock, killing them is a joy.

  More than a hundred soul beasts, all turned into devil soul beads in less than an hour.

   This is so fast that Brother Monkey is a little confused, doesn’t it mean that soul beasts are hard to kill? When the previous refining realm was opened, the ancient battlefield was the most passive war zone during the beast tide.

   But this time, with their two teams of Wu Zunjing and Wushengjing, they completely wiped out the old nest of soul beasts.

That’s it?

   He thought he was going to go through a tough fight.

   As for Brother Monkey’s confusion, Qixun can only say that if the two of us hang up, don’t doubt life. Life will be angry.

   On top of that, the other monks seem to have cultivated fake immortals.

   Brother Monkey really didn’t know much about soul beasts before. It’s not that the great saints didn’t give him popular science, but the great saints thought he was so awesome, how could he not understand soul beasts?

  The Great Sages did not plan to confront the soul beast.

   As a result, when we arrived at the battlefield, I saw that the boys of Wu Zunjing could kill soul beasts, why couldn’t they? Coupled with the fact that Brother Monkey decided to find the soul beast’s nest, they were greedy for the Demon Soul Orb, and naturally no one objected.

   And when Brother Monkey found his brother and his sister at that time, he shot one soul beast, which was easy to kill. The great sages thought he knew soul beasts very well, and naturally they would not mention the specialness of soul beasts again. This will make these saints seem too useless!

   Brother Monkey, who was finished with his doubts, put away the Demon Soul Orb and took a look. The elders of the Holy Land were still diligently killing the eighth-order spirits. And a group of Wu Zunjing, half of them are robbing eighth-order resentful spirits, and half of them can’t grab them. They can only be wronged and kill seventh-order and sixth-order resentful spirits.

   That hot scene, the monkey brother watching is full of enthusiasm, and Qixun is even more eager.

   They are all soul crystals!

   Brother Monkey was thinking that it is too easy to kill soul beasts, these more than 200,000 high-level and low-level resentful spirits must be very happy to kill!

   Anyway, on the battlefield at the time of the beast tide, the Refinement Realm originally protected the weak, and the rule that the high-level could not take the initiative to attack the low-level did not take effect.

  Where there are more than 130 soul beasts, there must be at least 500 or 600 eighth-order resentful spirits. In fact, it is quite hard to kill the elders of the holy realm.

Fortunately, the Wu Zunjing group of people, all of them have extraordinary combat power, except for a few Wuzunjing who help block the seventh-order and lower-order resentful spirits on the periphery, the others are all in the eighth-order resentment group. Tear and kill, this also relieves a lot of pressure on the elders of the Holy Venerable.

   The monks in the group of eighth-order resentful spirits, Martial Sage and Wuzun, are only more than twenty people. How can more than twenty people be easy against five or six hundred eighth-order resentful spirits?

That is, Drunk Hou Xiu came out of the Sword Domain, Yu Liuchuan built out the Sword Domain, Fu Su built the Sword Formation, and Lin Ze and another 8th-Rank Formation Master, all of them were the elders of the group attack and shared the burden for everyone. almost half of the resentment impact.

   And the arrogant and righteousness of the five Confucian uncles also exerted amazing power at this time.

   The key is the way these few fight, compared to those who can only raise swords and stab spears, or use magic attacks and hand-to-hand combat, they are much more gorgeous. …

   The elders of the holy realm, while fighting against the pressure to kill the resentful spirits, couldn’t help but take out some refreshments to observe the battlefield of the five Confucian cultivators.

   Even the drunken Hou couldn’t help but ask Fusu: “Those fellow Daoists of Blue Star, do they usually fight like this?”

   This is too cool! There is a fan, Ben Hou likes it!

   Just as he was thinking about how he could make the fight scene more beautiful, he heard Li Yunxiao’s chilling voice saying: “Three thousand guests are drunk, and the fourteen states are frozen with one sword.”

Then the drunkard saw, Li Yunxiao was surrounded by a hundred flowers in full bloom and fragrant. Several resentful spirits around him seemed to be drunk by the fragrance of flowers, and the screams that hit people’s souls became dazed. At the same time, Li Yunxiao’s long-term The sword stabs straight, the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, the resentment seems to be frozen by the frost, the frost dissipates, the resentment disperses, and only a few soul crystals remain, shining a charming blue light on the dark ground.

   Drunk Hou: “Fuck!”

   Suddenly, I felt that the sword domain that had always made myself proud, and the sword qi swept over the thousands of troops, was a bit unscented!

   This is so special, as expected, even a fight has to be literate!

   Drunk Hou is envious.

Fusu said with a smile: “Master Xiao, Confucianism cultivates a noble and righteous spirit, and naturally restrains evil things such as resentful spirits. If it is aimed at people or monsters, its lethality is weaker. But the battle of Confucianism is like this, and it is really different from the cultivators in the world.”

   The drunk man shook his head and laughed.

   Does he envy the lethality? In terms of lethality, the lower realms are stronger than his sword realm, and there are countless songs. He is not, does he think that people’s fights are too strong?

   Drunken Hou Xiao Yidao, born in a family of mortal hairpins, a secular princely mansion, and grew up in the nest of small rich and noble. Don’t look at his bearded face, he looks very rough, but he is actually educated by the top aristocrats and very literate. Not really a rough man.

   Therefore, the level of appreciation for the verses sung by Confucian scholars is absolutely profound. This was the reason why he looked at the tactics of several Confucian cultivators.

   Drunk Hou Xindao, when this battle is over, he has to take time to communicate with those few Confucian cultivators.

   He remembered that his good disciple had said that the good disciple’s mother, and a cousin of hers, were also literate, and did not know how they compared with these Confucian cultivators.

   The Drunken Hou is strong in combat, and he doesn’t take the dark and overwhelming resentment seriously, so he asks when he thinks of it.

Fusu smiled and said, “My mother does cultivate the Way of Literature. However, she is a little different from the other literati in Daxia, but she is closer to the way of these Confucian cultivators. When she returns to the God-Hidden Realm, she will serve her parents and mothers. Call on Master Xiao.”

  My younger sister, who worshipped Xiao Sheng as her master, respected teachers and respected Taoism, and it was applicable everywhere. My parents would definitely want to see this saint.

The two chatted, the five Confucian cultivators had already killed dozens of eighth-order resentful spirits, and the drunken Hou had no interest in chatting. , concentrate on fighting.

  Although he can’t save his belongings, the soul crystals obtained by killing the resentful spirits can be handed over to his good disciple or that kid from Yu Liuchuan for safekeeping, and will be returned to the sect in the future.

   Besides, although his good apprentice is not short of good things, she has what she has, and she gives it to her. That is what she, the master, wishes for her apprentice. You can’t be eating and drinking all the time, right?

  The Drunken Hou decided that, in addition to the 70% of what he got in the refining realm, he would just give him the remaining 30% as a good disciple.

  Anyway, his scoundrel will not refuse to give him old age!

  Thinking of saving money for his scoundrel, the drunkard immediately filled his body with energy, killing the resentful spirits, even more brutal.

   At the beginning, many saints were attracted by the gorgeous, elegant, or cold tactics of Confucianism, but later they saw the drunken Hou desperately, and quickly focused on the battle.

  If the war is over, according to statistics, I will get less soul crystals than others, and I will lose a lot of money in vain, and I will also lose face!

   Money is small, but face is big!

   You can’t let the old drunkard, Drunken Hou, be beautiful.