Chapter 99

The previous battle with Dong Shuye made him feel powerless. Facing the crushing of high-level monks, it was very difficult for low-level monks to survive.

But if he had had a defensive spiritual weapon at that time, he might not have been so miserable. The guarding spirit pattern is fine, but it consumes too much spiritual power.

This small bell spirit weapon is undoubtedly a good defensive spirit weapon, so Lu Ye wanted to keep it as his own, but after he got the little bell, he tried to activate its power, but unfortunately, this thing is difficult to accept outsiders Spiritual power, when Lu Ye urged the spiritual power to pour into it, it was obviously repelled by some force.

It felt like opening a storage bag that didn't belong to me.

So Lu Ye guessed whether this thing also had a prohibition lock.

He didn't dare to continue to try blindly, because when he was in Qingyun Mountain before, he tried to open a storage bag, but the restriction was triggered, and the storage bag was completely destroyed.

It would be a pity if a low-level monk's storage bag was destroyed, but it would be too bad if this little bell artifact was destroyed.

The old monk looked at Lu Ye with a strange expression, reached out to take the small bell spirit weapon, checked it briefly, and handed it back.

Lu Ye looked at him puzzled.

The old monk picked up the teapot at the side and took a sip, then said slowly, "Your friend is a casual cultivator, right?"

How can this be seen?

Following his words, he continued: "Yes."

The old monk nodded: "It's not easy to practice casually. For the sake of your straightforwardness, I will teach you a lesson." He pointed to the small bell spirit weapon in Lu Ye's hand, "A spirit weapon is not the same as a storage bag. Yes, every restriction in the spiritual weapon is extremely important, it is related to the quality of the spiritual weapon, so under normal circumstances, there will be no restrictions that cause self-destruction in the spiritual weapon, because that will reduce the power of the spiritual weapon itself, especially When the quality of the spirit weapon is not high, even though your spirit weapon has not yet entered the middle rank, it is still a top spirit weapon among the low rank, and the restrictions in it are basically protective, so you understand."

Lu Ye understood his words carefully, and vaguely realized: "Sir, what do you mean, there is no restraint lock on this spirit weapon?"

The old monk chuckled: "The so-called prohibition lock is just a name, and the prohibition itself is an invisible lock, but if some restrictions are not unlocked in a clever way, it will cause some unpredictable consequences, such as broken, self-immolation and so on. , but most of the restrictions do not have this feature, such as the spiritual weapon in your hand, you only need to use your own spiritual power to slowly immerse in those restrictions, moisten them, and naturally make it feel like your arms. You can't use it right now , because this spirit weapon has traces left by the previous owner."

Lu Ye was stunned, and then realized that he had made a mistake.

After he got the little bell spirit weapon, he gave it up after a little try, mainly because he was afraid of repeating the same mistakes, but now it seems that he gave up too early.

This spirit weapon originally belonged to the young master of the Nine Stars Sect, and was nourished by the young master with his own spiritual power. Various internal restrictions left traces of him, so Lu Ye naturally couldn't move it.

But if he erased those traces and nourished it with his own spiritual power, he could make this thing his own.

If the prohibition inside the spiritual weapon is compared to a lock, then the spiritual power of the monk is the key. If the young master of the Nine Star Sect dies and the key is lost, Lu Ye can use his own spiritual power to re-equip the spiritual weapon with a key .

suddenly see the light……

"Thank you sir." Lu Ye got up and thanked.

The old monk just waved his hand, then picked up the tea and drank it slowly.

Walking out of the Tianji Business Alliance, Lu Ye took the young master's storage bag to check, and found more than 30 pieces of Yunling Pill, more than 20 pieces of Lingshi, and several bottles of medicine that Lu Ye couldn't recognize. There are some messy things, such as women's clothes...

Those clothes are extremely thin and cool, and the materials used are economical. Lu Ye can only sigh with emotion, this young master really knows how to play.

It's not a lot, but it's not a loss.

Now there are more than 350 Yunling Pills in his body, but unfortunately there are only the last six pieces of the largest magnetic ore left, Lu Ye can't help but feel a little sad, he thought that these magnetic ores would be enough for him to practice to Lingxi At the ninth level, it seems that I really think too much at the moment.

Walk through a few messy streets and come to a corner of Fangshi.

The screams immediately reached his ears. Lu Ye fixed his eyes and saw a simple tent built over there. There were several beds in the tent, and on one of the beds, the burly Kong Niu was pressing a struggling The male cultivator, Hua Ci was wearing a turban on his head, and his hands were slapping the male cultivator's abdomen at a dizzying speed. Every time he clapped, the man would scream, and occasionally a bloody arrow would come from the wound on his abdomen. Biao flew out, the blood was not the normal bright red, but a bit black.

It looks like this guy is poisoned...

This is Huaci's designated treatment center in Liusufang. Many Haotianmeng monks who have been seriously injured will come to her for treatment. Today's business is obviously good, because there are several disabled people lying on the bed waiting for treatment. , each of them looked miserable, and they didn't know what happened to them.

Every time the male cultivator who was being healed screamed, he would shout: "Mother..."

Hua Ci's medical skills are undoubtedly superb, but it is undeniable that this woman's healing methods are a bit rough. Lu Ye once again confirmed that she is the kind of woman who speaks the most gentle words and uses the most vicious hands.

And listening to the male cultivator's screams, Lu Ye couldn't help thinking of Hua Ci's previous joke about the medical cultivator. It seemed that she wasn't talking nonsense, someone really called her mother.

"I told you not to move around, don't move around!" Kong Niu pressed the guy hard to prevent him from breaking free.

The male cultivator cried tears and snot, and shouted: "Kill me, kill me!" The screams are creepy, and if people who don't know hear it, they may think that they are doing something inhumane of torture.

It took a long time for Hua Ci to stop, and she saw Lu Ye who was standing aside watching the fun, and said bluntly, "That one over there, come and help."

Lu Ye pointed at himself.

"Yes, it's you!" Hua Ci wiped the blood on her hands with a piece of cotton cloth.

Lu Ye stepped forward helplessly, Hua Ci picked up a bowl of emerald green concoction, and signaled to the side: "Feed him."

After Lu Ye took the concoction, many bad memories immediately flooded his heart. The corners of his mouth curled up, showing a smile, and he walked step by step towards the monk who was being treated.

Kong Niu was still pressing down on the male cultivator at the moment. The other party caught a glimpse of Lu Ye walking towards him step by step. For some reason, he suddenly had a very bad feeling and struggled more violently: "Let me go, let me go!"

Lu Ye stepped forward and stood in front of the man, smiling harmlessly: "Brother, it's time to drink the medicine..."

"I don't want it!" The sense of crisis in the male cultivator's heart became more and more intense, and his head swayed from side to side.

Lu Ye winked at Kong Niu, Kong Niu immediately pinched the man's mouth, and Lu Ye picked up the big bowl and poured it into it.

"I... mululu... want to lulu..."