I am a mortal, a disciple of Spirit Beast Mountain

Jiang Jing secretly sighed secretly, feeling that his luck has been very bad these years.

He was seriously injured decades ago, and his magic weapon was destroyed. In addition, he took out all his savings twenty years ago to repay the kindness of saving his life. It's only been slowed down these years.

This time, he accepted the family task to capture some low-level monsters in the Luoyan Mountains, and another new foundation-builder of the family went with him.

As a result, things were full of twists and turns. In the past, the mission target that could be found not long after entering the mountains, for some reason, it was not found after going thousands of miles into the mountains, and then lost its way.

Jiang Jingli was thinking in his heart whether he should go to the bald donkeys in Cheqiguo to buy a few luck charms.

After that, it seemed that the time was turning around, and on the way back, I found a precious spiritual plant with a cultivation base of more than 500 years. If it is sold, it is absolutely no problem to sell hundreds of spirit stones. You must know that the reward for this task of catching monsters is only three hundred spirit stones.

The two of them spent a lot of effort to kill the second-level monster guarding Lingzhi, and put the monster's body into the storage bag. Then he walked towards Ling Zhi, ready to pick it off.

But at this moment, seven or eight monks flew over from afar, and two of them were still in the foundation building stage. Jiang Jingli hurriedly put Ling Zhi into the storage bag. At the same time, I suddenly felt bad in my heart.

Sure enough, a middle-aged monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment took the lead after the other party landed and said leisurely: "Two friends, that spiritual grass was discovered by a junior in our family a long time ago, but it can't deal with the guardian monster, so It has not been picked, please return it to us, our Zhao family in Lanshui City is very grateful."

Jiang Jingli naturally wouldn't believe the nonsense of the other party, so he replied: "Oh? There is such a thing? Can fellow daoist tell me what kind of monster was guarding this spiritual plant before?"

The other party was silent for a moment. They just came here and only saw the traces of Lingzhi fighting with the surrounding area. How could they guess what kind of monster was guarding Lingzhi? Before, they just wanted to test whether the other party was a fool. Maybe the other party was enough. The idiot will hand over the spirit grass.

At this time, another young foundation-building monk said: "Brother, why bother talking nonsense to them, they consume a lot of spiritual power, just take them down, so that not only the spirit grass, but even their entire property will be ours! "

Immediately, the atmosphere on both sides became more tense. The middle-aged monk hesitated in his heart. After all, the other party was also a foundation-building monk, and if the other party tried his best, we would also suffer damage.

After thinking about it for a while, greed still defeated prudence, and he gritted his teeth and decided to call everyone to do it.

Suddenly, the defensive magic weapon Biluoshield on the waist of the middle-aged monk emitted aura, and it automatically grew bigger to block it behind him.

"Ah!" The scream of the young foundation-builder cultivator and the sound of the shield colliding sounded at the same time.

The old man turned his head and saw that there were two Yun Jun who did not know when they appeared behind them. Fortunately, my defensive magic weapon has the function of automatically protecting the Lord, so I escaped the catastrophe.

Jun Yun, who was attacking him, firmly grasped his Bi Luoshield with his teeth and claws, so he couldn't take back the magic weapon for a while.

And the young monk next to him was miserable. I saw another Yunjun bit the young monk with its giant mouth entwined with the spiritual power of the wind attribute, and then flicked the wolf's head, easily tearing it into several pieces.

The middle-aged monk didn't care about those clansmen during the Qi training period and his magical weapon, so he quickly sacrificed a flying sword and flew into the air, and escaped resolutely.

At this moment, Jiang Jingli was startled by this accident, and quickly sacrificed his magic weapon to guard against the two monsters. At this moment, a sound transmission appeared beside his ears.

Jiang Jingli's expression instantly became very strange. But still inform the tribe next to it not to attack the two monsters for the time being.

At this time, the middle-aged monk had already flown to a height of hundreds of meters. Seeing that the two Lord Yuns were not chasing and killing him, but killing the low-level disciples of the family, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, Mr. Yun is well-known in the cultivation world of the Zijin Kingdom. This is a monster that is good at controlling the sky and flies extremely fast. He may not be able to fly faster than the opponent when flying with the sword.

Just when he breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly sensed danger, and immediately released his consciousness, but it was too late.

"Boom!!" The middle-aged monk's upper body was instantly enveloped by a violent golden spiritual fire, and it was reduced to ashes in less than a breath. Then the lower body of the body fell from a high place in the air.

"Boom!" Half of the corpse fell more than ten meters in front of Jiang Jing, and the storage bag was also on the waist of the corpse, but he and the people beside him did not dare to move.

After all, they watched a middle-stage foundation-builder and an early-stage foundation-builder die within a few breaths, and they died miserably.

At this moment, a ray of light fell from the sky, it was Jiang Yun.

Qinghuo and Baihua obediently handed over the storage bags on the corpses to Jiang Yun. Jiang Yun took out a bottle of elixir from the storage bag and poured out two pills. They were given one each.

Then he ignored them and walked towards Jiang Jingli.

What Jiang Jingli saw was a strange monk, and he was also secretly puzzled, and he was still on guard, when the other party spoke first.

"Jiang Yun has met his uncle, but he hasn't seen him for many years. He never expected to meet him here. When he was five years old, he was kind to Jiang Yun when he was picking spirit insects. Jiang Yun dare not forget it. Please accept my respect!" Jiang Yun said in a warm voice. Then he bent down and gave a big gift.

"You, are you really Jiang Jingchen's son?"

When Jiang Jingli heard Jiang Yun talking about the past, he no longer had any doubts in his heart, but he was still deeply shocked. Unexpectedly, the little guy from back then would now be like chopping melons and vegetables to kill monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Jiang Yun smiled and nodded, canceling the disguise technique and returning to his original appearance.

Jiang Jingli stared at Jiang Yun for a closer look, and found that although his face had changed a lot, he could vaguely see the shadow of his childhood, and the serious expression on his face hadn't changed much from his childhood, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"I heard in the clan before that you have gained a firm foothold in the Spirit Beast Mountain. The clan leader has been happy about this for several months."

"I'm not surprised that you can build a foundation, but I didn't expect you to be so good at fighting skills. You are really awesome!" After speaking, he sighed deeply.

Jiang Yun smiled slightly, and said modestly: "Master Uncle Miao praises it, the younger generation is only able to go so smoothly by surprise, if it is a head-on confrontation, it will still take a lot of effort."

Jiang Jingli heard that Jiang Yun did not regard these two foundation-building monks as any strong opponents. I couldn't help thinking in my heart, is there really such a big gap between the disciples of the sect and the children of the family?

What Jiang Jingli didn't know was that the sect's disciples were not as good as he imagined.

Even the elite disciples of Spirit Beast Mountain, such as the Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, and Fourth Senior Brother, only use high-grade magical weapons and spirit beasts of the same level as the Sunshine Crow.

Basically, only the chief disciples of each peak will have top-grade magic weapons, and spirit beasts with powerful bloodlines even have talisman treasures by their side. For example, Feng Lingyun, senior brother of Heisha Peak.

If you encounter a stingy peak master or a peak with a large number of disciples, even the chief may not be able to have these.

As for these family monks, it would be great to have a high-grade magic weapon. As for the top-grade magic weapon, they are basically the family's alchemy seeds, or only those with a strong background can have them.

Afterwards, Jiang Yun and Jiang Jingli exchanged pleasantries while walking out of the mountains, and also chatted about some family matters.