Presumably, the skinny monk was afraid that the longer the delay lasted, the easier it would be for him to be discovered. If he was discovered, it would be difficult for him to start his plan, so he said it straight to the point.

Moreover, I have been following Zhou Yiyun all the way. I am afraid that no one knows this person's situation better than me. Although during my observation, I also found that this seemingly weak and hairy child also has some pretty good strength. If I didn't have it,

I secretly observed beforehand that I was very likely to fall into the hands of this little brat. However, after running away repeatedly and fighting a gray rock pig, I am afraid that the fighting spirit in my body is already less than half, which makes me more confident.

Complete.

As early as the first time I met Zhou Yiyun, I knew from the weapons he used that he was not an ordinary member of aristocratic families. There were only a few spiritual weapons in the entire Youluo City, and I had also been lucky enough to see them.

It is a spiritual weapon, but its power cannot be compared with Zhou Yiyun's. Therefore, the skinny monk concluded that the young boy in front of him must be an arrogant young man from a great family.

Come to experience in the Warcraft Mountains.

In fact, this thin and unknown monk did not originally intend to rob Zhou Yiyun. He even wanted to guide Zhou Yiyun to experience in the World of Warcraft Forest. After all, he had been climbing in the World of Warcraft Forest for many years, and his experience was naturally incomparable to this young boy.

It would be great if Zhou Yiyun could be attracted to his family.

When the time comes, I will try my best to gain trust, and whether I can get the various training resources in his family is another matter, but in any case, it is much better than staying in the Wolf Gang. I won’t get any profit or water in the gang.

I did a lot of hard work, and even the messy task of taking care of the wounded fell into my own hands. It was really depressing.

This idea had been brewing for a long time, so when he saw Zhou Yiyun saying goodbye and leaving, he left his injured companion on the geographical dividing line and did not care about his life or death, while he followed Zhou Yiyun's footsteps.

When he saw Zhou Yiyun, he hid himself and secretly observed Zhou Yiyun's every move.

"Haha, okay, there's a good oriole behind me."

After saying this, Zhou Yiyun laughed unconsciously, but there was no exaggeration.

After the laughter, Zhou Yiyun asked again: "But I don't know when you started following me?"

The thin monk raised his face slightly and replied with an arrogant look: "It's okay to tell you. I observed it secretly when you took the Purple Spirit Fruit."

"Are you trying to steal my purple spirit fruit?"

Zhou Yiyun spread his palm, and twelve purple fruits appeared together with their fruit holders.

Seeing the purple fruit, the skinny monk's body trembled imperceptibly, grinned, and did not answer.

Looking at the ugly face of the thin monk, Zhou Yiyun said lightly: "If you want, I can give it to you."

Hearing these words, the skinny monk was almost certain that he had what he wanted, so he actually laughed happily because he had the item in his bag.

"Hahaha...give, give me the purple spirit fruit? Hahaha...no...no...no, I want to borrow the purple spirit fruit, haha..."

Originally, I wanted to suppress this young kid's momentum, but now it seems that there is no need to do so.

"Then what do you want?"

Zhou Yiyun seemed to have guessed what the monk in front of him wanted, and a hint of cruelty spread quietly.

After straightening his expression, the thin monk's eyes shone brightly, and he stared closely at Zhou Yiyun in front of him, and his expression became cold.

"I would like to borrow the young hero's weapon and the freely retractable Zhu Ling."

"Hahaha... You want my weapons? And Zhu Ling? Haha..." This time it was Zhou Yiyun who burst into laughter.

After the laughter, Zhou Yiyun's face changed in vain, and his face was as cold as frost.

"Do you know who gave me these two weapons? What do the weapons mean to me? Want weapons? Yes. Step over my corpse and you can have these two weapons."

Hearing this, the skinny monk also had a sinister look in his eyes, and even his voice changed several times. He drew out his sword, pointed at Zhou Yiyun from a distance, and said in a sideways voice:

"I don't care what its meaning is, and I don't care who the immortal gave it to you. It's said that wealth is gained through danger. If you hand over the weapon today, you will die. If you don't hand over the weapon, you will die."

"bastard"

A fierce roar burst out from Zhou Yiyun's mouth, and the sound shook the mountains and fields.

"You're the one who dared to scold my master. If I don't kill you today, how can I dispel the anger in my heart?"

Lu Chenfeng has always been as tall as a mountain, almost like a god in the sky. His supreme image has been deeply ingrained in Zhou Yiyun's heart like a brand. This feeling is not even inferior to that of his parents, and cannot be insulted or trampled by others.

Although he was at a disadvantage at this time, Zhou Yiyun still stood up and rushed towards the thin monk with an angry look on his face, roaring.

The fiery red gold flame in his hand had been summoned long ago, and he raised the weapon high and struck the thin monk hard on the head.

On the way, a red light appeared, drawing an arc in the air and smashing down with unrivaled force.

The skinny monk is not just an ordinary person. He could sense it as early as when Zhou Yiyun made his move. The fighting spirit in his body had already begun to circulate, and the aura of a fifth-level warrior was clearly revealed.

Due to Zhou Yiyun's extremely fast speed, he was able to rush close to him in an instant. He was forced to do so, and the thin monk had no choice but to raise his sword to resist.

"Dang, chi chi..."

In an instant, the harsh sound of gold and iron clashing came from the weapon.

Both bodies were shaken at the same time, and the right hand holding the knife was numb due to the strong impact.

The thin monk was fine, but Zhou Yiyun was different. His arms couldn't help but feel sore and numb, and he felt a little bit of pain, which was very uncomfortable.

The level gap was clearly revealed at this moment. In the final analysis, the skinny monk's fighting spirit was more powerful. After all, he was one rank higher than Zhou Yiyun.

But Zhou Yiyun, who lacks fighting spirit, is still not afraid at all. Xu Yuchuan, a sixth-level warrior, is not Zhou Yiyun's opponent, let alone a skinny monk who is one level lower than Xu Yuchuan.

"Now that I don't have much fighting spirit left, I must kill him with extremely strong force, otherwise, I will be the one who dies." Zhou Yiyun kept thinking in his heart.

"This brat is so powerful. The force he unleashed from a fourth-level warrior actually made my arms numb. Humph, you are one level lower than me and you want to compete with me. You are simply looking for death. No, I need to be steady.

A little, and slowly wear away his little fighting spirit. When his fighting spirit is exhausted, it will be time for me to kill him." The thin monk was also calculating in his heart.
Chapter completed!