Chapter 51: Came out

"Is there a hole in the sky below this?" Another Jindan monk took the conversation, and explored, but shook his head again: "No, I can't detect the breath of living creatures."
"But in these sands, there is a breath of spiritual power, and it is still an extremely pure aura of spiritual power." said a Jindan monk next to him.
"I'll look again."
An old man stepped forward, squatted down to check, stretched out his hand and rubbed the sand on the ground, faintly feeling that there was an extremely pure spiritual energy covering the sand, and was thinking about checking it carefully, and he saw A hand stretched out coldly from under the mud.
The old man was taken aback and quickly took a step back. One hand dropped on the sword at his waist. Before he could make a move in the future, he saw a bright head emerging from under the mud.
Mo Ye in the dark looked at the head that emerged from under the mud and the face that he was not unfamiliar with, his deep eyes flashed slightly.
This little monk again!
He stared at the little bald head who was patting the mud after crawling out, a trace of doubt in his eyes. How could a little monk who should have already left come to this depth again? Still buried in the sand?
The few Jindan cultivators next to him saw a little monk, and they couldn't help being surprised. One of them asked, "Who are you? How come out of the ground?"
"Dumb! Dumb!"
Xiao Hei flew out with his wings flapping from under the sand. After shaking off the sand on his body, he saw several Golden Core cultivators standing outside! He closed his mouth and squatted Tangning's head, staring at the few Golden Core cultivators with small black eyes.
"The crow?" Another Jindan monk frowned, staring at the crow, obviously a little unhappy.
Tang Ning's mind had already moved around quickly by patting the sand on her body. She breathed out lightly, and then looked at the golden core monks in front, her expressions were not panicked, but a bit of indifferent and comfortable expression.
"Who are you guys? Where did I come out to have anything to do with you?"
Hearing the faint voice came slightly cold. The eyes of several Jindan cultivators flickered, and they couldn't help but look at the person in front of them again.
Looking at only thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a tattered gray coat stained with blood, holding a black bamboo that seems to have been burned in his hand, the most dazzling thing is probably the bright head of the little monk. .
However, what they noticed right now was not the shining head of the little monk, but the aura on his body, a breath that naturally radiated above them.
Could it be that the cultivation base of this little monk is above them?
Several people wanted to find out his cultivation base, but found that they could not see through the strength cultivation base of the other party. As a result, they couldn't help but startled and converged their minds of investigating.
This place is the depths of the forest. If there is no strength above the golden core, ordinary people would not dare to get involved easily, and this little monk came here alone, could it be that his strength cultivation base is really above them?
If this is the case, then this person's talent is really a ghost!
No one knew that the shock in Mo Ye's heart at this time was no less than that of the golden core cultivators, because no one knew better than him, the strength of this little monk was cultivated.
But right now, who will tell him that this person with indifferent behavior and self-confidence between his brows is the little monk who is holding a bowl to beg him?