After Becoming a Mountain God [Transmigration Book]

The sudden sound caught the attention of everyone in the library.

Whether it was Jing Rong who was carrying Du Rufeng among the rows of bookshelves, or the other monks who were still arguing on the high platform of the rich family, they all turned their heads to look at that side.

However, the bookshelves soaring into the sky blocked their sight, but the loud bang somehow alarmed everyone, knowing that they could no longer waste time on the high platform of the rich family.

Yan Zhong and Yuan Ji were probably the few monks who were not surprised by the collapse of the bookshelf, because...the bookshelf fell for them.

Ji Shi and Yan Beigui hid in the shadows, and saw two figures rushing backwards from the dust raised by the collapsed bookshelves. Among them, a woman in a golden palace dress was lined up with gold and copper coins, following her finger Changing and moving, attacking or defending, blocking the black ink monster that also rushed out of the dust and smoke, and beside her, the palm of the monk in white was glowing like jade, and he swung it at will, like overwhelming mountains and seas.

Unfortunately, just like Yan Beigui's Wuming Sword, although it is not completely ineffective against black ink monsters, it has little effect.

But the two aren't focusing on the Ink Monster.

Two more people rushed out of the smoke, one tall and one short, one strong and the other thin, both men, looking at their clothes, they should be casual cultivators, covered in dust, much more embarrassing than Yan Zhong and Yuan Ji .

Two casual cultivators, one holding a long sword and the other holding a sledgehammer, the fire light jumping on the blade, and the thunder light flickering on the hammer melon, followed closely behind Yan Zhong and Yuan Ji, and they couldn't leave their opponent's vital points with every move. Like Yan Zhongyuanji, they have the same hatred of killing their wives and seizing their children.

Yan Zhong threw out a palm, and lightly took the sledgehammer swinging in front of him, but glanced at Yuan Ji beside him from the corner of his eyes, his expression was full of disgust.

Seeing this, Ji Shi raised his eyebrows in the shadows in the distance, while Yan Beigui looked at Ji Shi who was clearly planning something bad, shook his head and sighed.

Yan Zhong and Yuan Ji didn't notice that someone was peeping secretly. The young city lord of Yuhengdao's young city lord circulated true energy in the palm of his hand, and the snow-white radiance surrounded him, flowing into a perfect circle, and the wide sleeves waved with his movements, like a white crane spreading its wings. , Indescribably elegant.

It was probably because he was too light-hearted in his actions, and the two men on the opposite side stopped attacking, and one of the big men shouted: "Who are you, little boy? Why do you want to protect this temptress!"

The corner of Yuanji's mouth twitched, and a copper coin was struck out, just right on the top of a black ink monster that was rushing over. , hit the ground directly.

She and Yan Zhong, one in charge of the monks and the other in charge of the black ink monster, cooperated fairly well.

Flying dozens of black ink monsters with copper coins, Yuanji stopped to take a breath, and said to the two casual cultivators who were chasing after him: "Two friends, the way of business, you love me, why do you call me?" My temptress?"

The tall and strong man who called him a temptress said, "Aren't you a temptress? Tell me what you sold me yesterday?"

The skinny monk on the side chimed in: "Even if you're not a temptress, you're still a profiteer."

Yan Zhong, who was hurt by Chi Yu, sighed, turned around, and switched with Yuan Ji to deal with the waves of black ink monsters coming up, and let the three of them talk.

Yuan Ji, who was stared at by the two male cultivators, said with a smile on his face: "I sold it to you yesterday... It's water drops. Although it can't be called very good, the effect should be good."

"Hehe." The tall and strong man sneered, took out a blue bead, and threw it at her.

The cracks on the blue beads couldn't be more obvious.

"Fellow Daoist Yuanji," the skinny monk said quietly, "You probably don't know that I bought your water-dividing beads yesterday because my junior brother and I were going to participate in the frozen diving water flower ring. My junior brother and I are poor monks. There are not many spirit stones, even though both of them participated in the ring, they can only buy one water-splitting pearl."

Yuanji, who had so many spiritual stones on her body, felt the resentment of the two people's poverty, and shuddered silently.

However, she had already guessed what happened, and interrupted the skinny monk who was about to continue talking, saying: "This...you only paid ten low-grade spirit stones, so it's possible that you still want to buy them for ten and a half days. Months, or even a year's water-splitting beads, the water-splitting beads bought with ten low-grade spirit stones can only be used once, isn't this common sense?"

The thin and tall monks who didn't know this common sense were silent.

Yan Zhong, who was very miserable and dealt with the black ink monster alone, was also silent.

In the shadows in the distance, Ji Shi turned his head and asked Yan Beigui: "Is there such common sense?"

Yan Beigui had never heard of this kind of common sense, but he pondered for a moment, and said, "Fellow Daoist Yuanji is someone who buys and sells things in the Canglan cultivation world. For her, this kind of thing probably really is common sense?"

The two hidden people were whispering, and over there, after being explained by Yuan Ji, they found that they seemed to be making trouble for no reason, and the two looked at each other and made eye contact.

They also felt that the price was abnormally cheap when they bought the water-dividing bead, but they didn't express their doubts, thinking that they had picked up a bargain and left in a hurry. As a result, the second skinny monk who participated in the ring fell into the lake. Because the water droplet didn't work, it was almost frozen in by ice cubes.

When they returned to look for the kite machine, they found that they could not find it at all.

The two who had been deceived complained to each other for a while, thinking that the matter would be settled like this, but unexpectedly bumped into the kite machine in the third stage of today's ring, and naturally chased after them. The black ink monster chased and fell into the current predicament.

If the truth is like this... Isn't it because they have made mistakes all by themselves.

Just as they were thinking, Yan Zhong, who was alone against the black ink monster, waved his palms and lined up, turned around and said helplessly, "Fellow Daoist Yuanji, have you resolved your matter?"

"No way," Yuanji covered her mouth with her sleeve in surprise, and said, "Isn't Yuheng Road all turtle shells? You can't hold it?"

Taunting Yan Zhong in the words, Yuan Ji stepped forward to help considering her current companion status.

But she didn't want the two monks, one tall and one short behind her, to look at each other and hold the magic weapon tightly.

Even though most of the spells have no effect on the black ink monsters, after a long time, those black ink monsters have become tattered, and many of them have directly turned into a puddle of ink on the ground. Participating, these black ink monsters were wiped out more like cutting vegetables and melons.

Just when the last one was about to be wiped out, the two casual cultivators who were waiting for the opportunity suddenly jumped up. The sledgehammer and long sword danced with the sound of the wind, and the flames and lightning flowed on the two weapons.

The two scattered cultivators shouted: "Get out!"

Seeing this scene, Ji Shi, who was on the sidelines, shook his head and said, "The timing is not good, and the sneak attack should be postponed for a few seconds."

Ji Shi, who accidentally said what was in his heart, was glared at by Yan Beigui, and smiled embarrassingly. The white-haired Taoist drew out the nameless sword and stood up. No matter it was the person or the sword, there was a sense of righteousness, and the corners of Ji Shi's eyes twitched. Glancing at the thin rope connecting him and Yan Beigui, he could only stand up.

Lord Shanshen felt that Yan Baimao must have suffered from a disease called death if he doesn't care about his own business.

Yan Zhong and Yuan Ji had already guessed the sneak attack from the two scattered cultivators, and responded calmly to the attack, but it was the sudden appearance of Yan Beigui and Ji Shi that surprised them.

The two casual cultivators failed in the first sneak attack. As veterans of sneak attacks, they knew that there was little hope in the future, so they turned around and planned to run, but they didn't expect two monks to appear behind them.

Although the two new monks who came out did not know each other, the white-haired Taoist priest was obviously a master with a long sword in his hand, so he could not fight with him, otherwise he would not be able to escape if he was entangled.On the other hand, the male repairman in the yellow shirt at the back was dawdling, with a pretty face, easy to deal with at first sight.

The Sanxiu brothers coincidentally took Ji Yi as a breakthrough point, and on one side of their footsteps, they jumped over Yan Beigui who was rushing like a shadow, and went straight towards Ji Yi.

Yan Beigui's footsteps stopped, he turned around lightly, his long sleeves were thrown away by the wind, and a sword light flew after the two Sanxiu.

Yuanji's copper coin and Yan Zhong's palm followed closely behind Jianguang, while Ji Shi, who was facing the two casual cultivators, stood there blankly, as if he was frightened.

"Boy, don't get in the way!" the tall and strong monk shouted.

He wanted to sweep Ji Shi away with a hammer, but when the lightning flashing hammer hit him, he found himself spinning and flying out.

Ji Shi, who was standing there, looked up at him, his eyes were extremely pure and innocent.

"Hey," Yuan Ji blinked and said, "Fellow Daoist Yan, this fellow Daoist's tortoise shell is harder than yours."

turtle shell?

Both Yan Zhong who was standing beside her and Ji Shi who was in the distance all glanced at this outspoken female nun. Are they not turtle shells?

The God of the Earth Jue stands on the ground, unmoving and unshakable.

Ji Shi picked up the big hammer that was still flashing with thunder, and smiled at the thin monk standing in front of him.

Because the skinny monk blocked Ji Shi's face, Yan Beigui, Yan Zhong, and Yuanji only heard the skinny monk suddenly scream, turned and ran again.

He just bumped into Yan Beigui's Jianguang head-on.

The sword light penetrated his body, a brand mark on the chest of the skinny monk flickered, and the whole person disappeared.

out.

Also out was the tall and strong monk who flew out.

"Will one of the authors of the same group be eliminated, and the other party will also be eliminated?" Yuanji touched his chin and said, "There is no such thing in the rules."

"There is a rule that two people must act in a team. If one party is eliminated, it is not a two-person team. The other party will naturally be eliminated, otherwise..." Yan Zhong stopped suddenly when he said this.

Yuanji blinked: "...otherwise?"

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Yan Zhong probably thought about getting Fellow Daoist Yuan Ji out of the game a long time ago, and acted alone." Ji Shi said casually.

While talking, he looked at the sledgehammer in his hand that disappeared along with the two out-of-game monks and sighed. The rules of this ring really have no loopholes. I don’t know if the hammer will disappear if it is quickly received in his mustard bag. Woolen cloth.

Create an opportunity to experiment, Ji Yi thought.

While he was thinking about this, Yan Beigui over there had already finished greeting Yan Zhong and Yuanji, and turned around to wave to Ji Shi.

Turning his head, Yan Beigui saw Ji Shi's squinting eyes, smiling like a fox.

And, the long golden branch held by Ji Shi in his hand.

On the long branch, the eight golden leaves that should be swaying, have disappeared.