Zhou Zida's chest was filled with blood, and the breath in his dantian was unstable.

Seeing Nan Li slashing with another sword, he quickly resisted with a knife.

Clam-

The knife breaks directly!

The Xuanyue Sword held by Nan Li is still intact.

Zhou Zida didn't understand why she beat her like this even though she was obviously hard!

She is a mortal!

He is just an ordinary martial artist!

No, he is the number one warrior in Baiyue City, and he must not give up.

With a roar, he wanted to mobilize the spiritual power of the Dantian to condense it in his palm, and wanted to slap Nan Li to death with one palm!

Nan Li kicked the man faster than him.

The Xuanyue Sword seized his lifeline, and Zhou Zida could no longer use spiritual power.

"You...you..." He saw Nan Li pull out a golden hairpin from the cloth bag, "What do you want to do?!"

"I want to see how much spiritual power there is in your dantian."

"Not... many, not many!" Zhou Zida shouted, wanting to get up, but was locked by Xuanyue's sword and could not move at all.

"I don't believe it." Nan Li smiled at him.

Then he smiled, his eyes were sharp, and he turned the golden hairpin with his hand, and inserted it into his dantian without mercy.

A scream erupted.

As soon as the dantian was broken, a little spiritual power poured out.

The hairpin was sleeping, but he sensitively felt that he was wrapped in spiritual power.

It immediately woke up and floated out, and was surprised: "Ah! It's spiritual power!"

"Can you suck?" Nan Li asked.

"Yes, but this person has mediocre qualifications and the spiritual energy he has refined is not very pure. To put it bluntly, he just has little food." The hairpin spirit was very disgusted.

Nan Li gave it a blank look: "It's good to have a prey delivered to you, don't be picky."

The hairling paused, "You said so."

It sucked all the spiritual power of that point into the hairpin.

Zhou Zida's abdomen was bleeding, and cold sweat broke out all over his body, in great pain.

Seeing Nan Li get up with a golden hairpin, he grabbed the soil on the ground and said hatefully: "You! You are beautiful, but so vicious! No one dares to marry you, and you will be punished!"

Nan Li laughed instead of anger, too lazy to pay attention to him, but instead said to the hairpin Ling: "Look, this is a manifestation of incompetence and anger. It is obvious that he wants to kill me first, but now I am just breaking his dantian and keeping his life. He is still not grateful."

"Yes, the master is obviously kind-hearted!" The hairpin spirit quickly flattered.

Zhou Zida was pale in pain and trembled all over: "You... you might as well kill me! Kill me!"

He finally entered the Qi Refining Period and was the number one warrior in Baiyue City. He had the most chance to enter the upper realm to participate in the sect selection.

Now that his dantian is destroyed, all these dreams are shattered!

Nan Li's smile gradually became colder, and even with disdain and contempt: "Killing you will dirty my hands. Don't you despise this mortal world? Then you can stay here forever and die for yourself."

Darkness shrouded.

Zhou Zida regrets it very much.

But he turned his head slightly, trying to place his hope on the monk.

He Nai, during the period when Nan Li took action against him, the monk was still tied tightly by the golden whip.

Moreover, the monk saw that his dantian was destroyed and his spiritual power was sucked away, and his pants were scared!

A smell of urine drifted in the wind.

Nan Li covered her nose with disgust, "Are you really in the Golden Pill Realm? Why are you so timid?"

The monk shivered: "You...you know that those who suck people's spiritual power are considered...because of evil cultivators. Not only do they look down on such people, you will also be attacked by groups of immortals."

Nan Li rolled her eyes, "Does my golden hairpin suck your spiritual power? I will be chased by your Penglai Island. What are you here to persuade? Are there any other excuses?"

The monk was sweating profusely and his mind was working rapidly.

He had a flash of inspiration: "The lotus seeds are in my Qiankun bag. If I don't open them myself, you can't break them with your ability. We can discuss everything, and we can be friends, right?"

"Who is friends with a waste like you?" Nan Li raised his fingers, and a long golden whip pulled away his Qiankun bag and handed it to Nan Li.

She looked at the blocking spell of Qiankun Bag.

Then, with a stroke of his fingers, a long whip cut a blood mark on the monk's body.

The essence and blood oozed out. Nan Li caught the drop of essence and blood with a blank yellow talisman, outlined it on it with his fingers, and a talisman that broke the spell was drawn.

The monk couldn't help but smile contemptuously: "Do you think that with my essence and blood, you can break the Qiankun bag? This is my Qiankun bag, which is made of a very exquisite talisman, and it cannot be broken by you, a mortal!"

As soon as the words were finished, the talisman slammed on it, and the spell on the pocket appeared.

It was probably verified that after struggling for two breaths, the Qiankun bag automatically opened.

"..." The monk was stunned.

Is this Qiankun bag fake?!

He bought it for a thousand spirit stones!

Nan Li took it in. The time was almost up, and she took out the purse she had just taken out.

There are nine lotus seeds in the purse.

She paused slightly. Was it a coincidence or a will? It was just enough.

She quickly released Zhimi and others' souls and said, "The lotus seed has been obtained, hurry up and go in."

After sprinkling the lotus seeds up, nine souls drilled into the lotus seeds.

The lotus seed paused a little in the air, and the ghost energy was initially spreading, but it was soon purified by the fairy energy on the lotus seed. Zhimi took the lead and sighed: "Senior sister, it's very comfortable inside the lotus seed!"

Nan Li smiled and breathed a sigh of relief: "After all, it's a fairy."

There is also a note in the purse.

She opened it and found that it also stated the method of planting lotus seeds.

Because this has been left since ancient times, ordinary water cannot be sown or raised.

You have to use the dew from the Immortal Mountain of Galan.

Although she didn't know what was special about the Galan Fairy Mountain, the man helped Xuan Yinyue and sent lotus seeds. His words must be trustworthy and he just needs to do as he does.

But in this case, Zhimi and the others have to wait for a while.

After all, she still doesn't know when she will enter the fairy world.

Over there, the monk who was extremely arrogant just now had already started to cry.

He cried, "It's all my master... it's all his fault!"

Nan Li raised his eyebrows, "Who is your master? Is the island owner of Penglai Island?"

"No, my master is Elder Jiang. The island master originally asked him to take Zhou Zida and me, but he became impatient after guarding this for a day and said that you are just a mortal, and there is no condition to attract qi into your body, so it is easy to deal with. I actually believed what he said, I am such a fool! A perfect fool!"

The monk cried and scolded.

This is not easy to deal with, it is obviously fierce and strong.

Nan Li's eyes were deep, "Then what level is your master?"

"Mid-stage of Nascent Soul..." he said tremblingly.

Nan Li said: "Fortunately he left. My spirit-destroying talisman array can only deal with the Golden Pill cultivator at most. The Nascent Soul Realm is too high, and I can't deal with it."

When the monk heard this, he scolded even more fiercely.
Chapter completed!