Chapter 51

"Isn't there a hole down here?" Another Jindan friar then said, "no, we can't find the breath of living things."

"But in these sands, there is the breath of spiritual power, and it is very pure." Said a Jindan friar nearby.

"I'll see it again."

An old man stepped forward, squatted down to check, reached out and kneaded the sand on the ground, vaguely felt that there was a very pure spiritual breath on the sand. He was thinking about carefully checking, and saw a hand stretching out from under the sand.

The old man was startled and quickly stepped back. His hand fell on the sword at his waist. Before he could move, he saw a bright head emerging from under the sand.

In the dark, Mo Ye looks at the head that comes out from under the sand, and the face that he is not unfamiliar with. His deep eyes can't help blinking.

This little monk again!

He stares at the little bald head who is patting the sand on his body after climbing out, and a trace of doubt runs through his eyes. How could a young monk, who should have left, run into this deep place again? Still buried in the sand?

The gold elixir friars nearby saw a little monk. They were surprised. One of them asked, "who are you? How do you come out of the ground? "

"Dumb! Dumb

Xiaohei also fluttered wings from under the sand and flew out. After shaking off the sand, he saw several golden friars standing outside! Then he closed his mouth and squatted on Downing's head with a pair of black eyes staring at the golden friars.

"Crow?" Another Jindan friar frowned, staring at the crow, obviously a little unhappy.

Donning by the time of filming the sand on his body, his mind has quickly turned a circle. She breathed out a breath, and then she looked at those golden elites in front of her. Her expression was not startled or flustered, but showed a bit of indifference and freedom.

"And who are you? Does it matter to you where I come from? "

Listen to that faint voice, slightly cold spread. Several golden elixir's eyes flashed slightly, and they could not help looking at the man in front of them again.

At the age of 13-4 years old, wearing a ragged gray clothes stained with blood, holding a black bamboo like being burned by fire, the most dazzling one should be the bright head of the little monk.

However, what they noticed now was not the bright head of the young monk, but the breath in his body, which naturally came out and was above them.

Is it not that the cultivation of the little monk is above them?

Several people wanted to explore his cultivation, but found that they could not see through the strength and cultivation of the other side. As a result, they couldn't help but startle them, and restrained their mind to explore and examine.

This is the deep part of the forest. Without the strength above the golden elixir, ordinary people would not dare to set foot in it easily. But when the little monk came here alone, was his strength and cultivation really above them?

If so, the talent of this person is really a genius!

No one knows that the shock in Mo Ye's heart at this time is no less than that of the golden friars, because no one knows more about the strength and accomplishments of this little monk.

But now, who will tell him that the man who is calm and confident is the little monk who prays to him with a bowl?