Chapter 522 Minefield Stirring Stick

Brother Monkey was being struck by thunder while running away, occasionally stopping to tease Wu Zun who was chasing him, he was so busy.

The Drunken Monkey who ran to the minefield to look for him, out of caution, did not go directly to the minefield that could be tolerated by the Martial Master Realm. Instead, he passed through the outer minefield where low-level monks were practicing, and first arrived at the training area of ​​the Grand Master.

He was too lazy to look for it himself. Instead, he looked for a monk at the Grand Master level and asked directly if he had seen Brother Monkey in this area.

Today's Monkey Brother is definitely the top player in Leiyu.

When he was in Leicheng, he was a hotly discussed figure among the monks. After leaving Leicheng and entering the Thunder District, whenever you meet the monks along the way, you can always hear a few things about him.

Therefore, when Drunken Hou found the Grand Master monks and asked about Brother Monkey, the monks said that he left the Grand Master's training range two months ago and went deeper. No one had seen him in this area recently. .

To be honest, the great masters here were relieved when Brother Monkey left.

In fact, that arrogant guy is like a troublemaker here. He can be found everywhere, especially where treasures appear. His figure is indispensable. His nose is as sharp as a tengu.

And whenever this guy shows up, there will be a large-scale county fight.

If others beat him up, everyone would be happy. The point is, he beats up a group of people by himself. This is unbearable.

The sad thing is that there is nothing you can do if you can't bear it, you can't help it.

So that guy disappeared here for more than two months. He was so happy that the great masters were almost moved to tears.

In short, the minefield is back to normal, and everyone is interested in practicing again. Even the enthusiasm for discovering treasures and competing for them has increased by three points.

One of the fat young monks boldly reminded: "Senior, when our sect's venerable returned to Leicheng and passed through this area, he happened to meet this junior and heard something about that... .. The news is that he robbed a pool of thunder liquid and was accidentally plotted during the fight for the treasure. Now he is being chased by six venerables. The situation is not very good."

As the fat young man spoke, he secretly looked at the drunken man's expression. His words also contained an element of temptation. I don’t know what the relationship between this senior venerable and that demon is. If he is an enemy, he should be happy to hear this news. If he is a fellow disciple or a friend, he will probably be anxious.

It's a pity that with such cultivation as Drunk Hou, how can others see his emotions?

After calmly asking about the general area where Brother Monkey appeared, he casually threw two star fruits as reward, then disappeared and headed deeper into the minefield.

In the training area of ​​​​the great masters, the destructive power of thunder is already extremely strong, and the speed of forward movement is naturally incomparable with that of the outside.

Fortunately, Drunken Hou didn't need to look for anyone here. He could just go straight ahead. But even with his physical strength, it took him a whole day to enter the Martial Master Realm area.

When we got here, even if we were drunk, we could only stop and go, repairing the injuries on our bodies that were struck by thunder from time to time.

Fortunately, you can meet one or two Martial Lords here from time to time. However, after all, Martial Lords are different from the young monks. They don't hang out with each other, so they don't hear much gossip.

The drunken man was in a hurry to find someone, but he couldn't overhear anyone talking about Brother Monkey. When he met a Martial Lord again, he could only stop and ask: "I have seen fellow Taoist. I must have been in this thunder area." It’s been a while. I heard that a little devil appeared in the Thunder District. Does fellow Taoist know about that devil?”

The Martial Lord was a famous sword cultivator, and he was cold and arrogant. He took a look at the drunken Hou and saw that this man was extremely powerful and that his cultivation had already reached the Perfect Martial Lord realm. He did not dare to look down upon him, so he just said calmly: "Fellow Taoist. Want to cause trouble for that devil?"

Drunk Hou laughed and said nothing.

The sword cultivator frowned. Seeing the drunken man's free and easy posture, his pure features, and his impressive aura, he had some good feelings in his heart, so he reminded him: "Although the devil acted too wantonly, he was not a bad person. It was probably because he was young and had some problems." It's just the madness of a young man. Speaking of which, he just got a little thunder liquid. Why should fellow Taoist wading into this muddy water? That devil has crazy capital. Although he is a newly promoted martial master, his strength is no less than A strong person in the later stage of Wu Zun. For a little thunder fluid, it may not be worth offending such a young and strong person."

The drunken Hou didn't expect that the swordsman would actually speak for his second brother, his obedient disciple. These words were obviously to persuade him, but maybe he was helping the brat.

But no matter what, it was also a kind reminder to him.

The drunken Hou smiled and said: "I am a monk from the Holy Land of Shenyin Realm. My surname is Xiao and my name is Yidao. Thank you fellow Taoist for reminding me. But I am looking for that little devil not because of Lao Shizi's thunder liquid, but for other reasons. It will delay fellow Taoist. Time, I don’t have much to give to a poor cultivator like me, so I’ll give a flask of thin wine to my fellow Taoist to try.”

After saying that, he threw a bottle of Qixun drunk Brother Hou wine in front of the sword cultivator.

The sword cultivator took the wine, opened it and smelled it, his eyes brightened slightly, and he praised: "Good wine. I'm in Yanshanqi, a monk from Da Cang Realm, and I've met Brother Xiao. Thank you Brother Xiao for the wine."

The drunken Hou laughed loudly: "Brother Yan is a good drinker and a fellow Taoist. I am in a hurry to find someone, so I can't stay for a long time. When we meet by chance someday, I can invite my Taoist friends to have a drink and say goodbye."

After saying that, he handed over and left.

The sword cultivator didn't care. He opened the jug, took a sip, and immediately raised his eyebrows. Not only was the wine delicious, it also had a hint of fairy spirit, which was really rare.

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You must know that for monks who have entered the Martial Master Realm, the spirit of the fairy spirit is the energy they need most. However, it is too difficult to absorb it through cultivation between heaven and earth.

This pot of wine is just for use.

Even though he usually didn't care about things outside himself, he only took two sips of this wine and was reluctant to drink it again.

In fact, the monkey wine given to Zuihou was specially brewed by Qixun for her master.

When making wine, fairy liquid is added. Although it is diluted with spiritual liquid at a ratio of one thousandth, for the Martial Master Realm, one thousandth is the limit of the fairy liquid that can be tolerated.

When the drunken man entered the minefield, he checked with his consciousness that no one was around, and then he opened the things Qixun gave him before leaving. When he saw that there were several bottles of fairy liquid, he almost threw away the jade bottle.

Where did his disciple get this kind of thing that is almost extinct in the five continents?

He now suspected that his disciple had dug the tomb of some immortal who had been left in the lower world.

With the immortal liquid, he is now so generous that he doesn't even feel bad about giving others monkey wine!

Drunken Hou followed the direction pointed by Yan Shanqi and continued running towards the area where Brother Monkey might appear. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Six Martial Masters were chasing him, and that brat didn't know what he was doing now.

Fortunately, although he heard that he was injured, there was no news that he was killed, so he had to find someone quickly. If that boy was really killed, given the importance that boy held in his disciple's heart, Drunken Hou felt that his disciple might turn into a demon.

For the sake of his good disciple, he had to take that kid back intact no matter what!