"Isn't there a hole in here?" Another Jindan monk answered, his divine sense was released to investigate, but he shook his head again: "No, I can't detect the breath of living creatures. ”

"But in these mud and sand, there is a breath of spiritual power, and it is an extremely pure breath of spiritual power." A Jindan monk next to him said.

"I'll take a look at it again."

An old man stepped forward, squatted down to check it, stretched out his hand and rubbed the mud and sand on the ground, and faintly felt that there was an extremely pure spiritual power aura covering the mud and sand.

The old man was startled, took a quick step back, landed one hand on the sword at his waist, and before he could make a move, he saw a bright head emerge from under the mud and sand.

Mo Ye in the dark looked at the head that emerged from under the mud and sand, and the face that he was not unfamiliar with, and his deep eyes couldn't help but flash slightly.

It's this little monk again!

He stared at the little bald head that was patting the mud and sand on his body after crawling out, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes. How could a little monk who should have left run into the depths again? Still buried in the sand?

The Jindan monks next to him couldn't help but be slightly surprised when they saw that it was a small monk, and one of them asked, "Who are you?" How did it come out of the ground? ”

"Dumb! Dumb! ”

Xiao Hei also flew out with his wings fluttering from under the mud and sand, and after shaking off the mud and sand on his body, he saw several Jindan monks standing outside! He closed his mouth at the moment, squatted top of Tang Ning's head, and stared at the Jindan monks with a pair of small black eyes.

"Crows?" The other Jindan monk frowned and stared at the crow, obviously displeased.

Tang Ning took advantage of the time to pat the mud and sand on his body, and his mind had already turned around quickly. She exhaled lightly, and then looked at the Jindan monks in front of her, her expression was not panicked, but a little indifferent and comfortable.

"Who are you? Does it matter to you where I came from? ”

Listening to the faint voice coming a little coldly. Several Jindan monks' eyes flashed slightly, and they couldn't help but look at the person in front of them again.

Looking at the age of thirteen or fourteen, wearing a tattered gray robe stained with blood, holding a black bamboo that seemed to have been burned by fire, the most dazzling thing should be the bright head of the little monk.

However, what they noticed right now was not the little monk's bright head, but the aura on his body, a breath that naturally emanated and surpassed them.

Isn't it, this little monk's cultivation is above them?

Several people wanted to explore his cultivation, but found that they couldn't get a glimpse of the other party's strength and cultivation, which made them feel shocked, and they restrained their thoughts of probing and looking.

This place is the depths of the forest, if there is no strength above the golden pill, ordinary people will not dare to set foot easily, and this little monk came here alone, isn't it, his strength cultivation is really above them?

If that's the case, then this person's talent is really a genius!

No one knew that the shock in Mo Ye's heart at this time was no less than that of those Jindan monks, because no one knew better than him that the strength of this little monk was cultivated.

But right now, who will tell him that this person with an indifferent demeanor and confidence between his eyebrows is actually the little monk who is holding a bowl to turn his fate into him?