Chapter 167 Playing the Pig to Eat the Tiger

"Take out all the storage bags you have."

Six monks blocked the path of a figure.

This figure is Lin Yi. This kind of scene has happened many times in the past six months.

These monks who stopped Lin Yi didn't need to think about it to know that they were some casual cultivators who were killing people and seizing treasures.

These casual cultivators specialize in intercepting lone and low-strength monks. These people not only steal wealth, but also murder their lives after robbing the treasures.

Lin Yi was very disgusted with this kind of behavior. Without too much nonsense, the Ziyang Sword appeared in his hand.

When the Purple Sun Sword appeared in front of the six monks, their eyes glowed with blazing light.

A monk pointed at the Ziyang Sword in Lin Yi's hand and said excitedly:

"Boss, this, this is a middle-grade spiritual sword. We will make a fortune."

Several other people also shouted excitedly, "Yes, this spiritual sword is a middle-grade spiritual weapon. I have done it so many times, and this time I really made a fortune."

Several people spoke unscrupulously, not taking Lin Yi seriously at all. To be precise, they regarded Lin Yi as a dead man, and the Ziyang Sword in Lin Yi's hand seemed to belong to them.

Among the six people, the monk who was called the boss was relatively calm, but he couldn't hide his greed.

He said to Lin Yi: "I didn't expect you to have such a good treasure. For the sake of you presenting us with such a precious thing, I will give you a treat later, and I guarantee that you will not feel any pain."

After listening to what this cultivator said, Lin Yi didn't answer, but he didn't rush to take action. He wanted to see what other clumsy performances these people had.

Lin Yi had a look of horror on his face.

Seeing Lin Yi's horrified expression, several people really thought that Lin Yi was too scared to speak out.

A monk said: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Why don't you quickly present the middle-grade spiritual sword to our boss? Such a good treasure can only be owned by a low-grade cultivator like you. The spiritual sword is in the hands of a low-grade cultivator like you." , to stay a moment longer would be an insult to it."

After speaking, he also raised the magic weapon in his hand to Lin Yi, wanting to see Lin Yi make a fool of himself.

The boss said: "Second brother, how many times have I told you, this is our distinguished guest, don't scare the guest who gave us the treasure."

The second child quickly bowed his head to the boss and admitted his mistake, "Boss, I won't dare to do it next time."

He turned to look at Lin Yi and said with a sinister smile: "Send it over."

Lin Yi seemed to be really frightened by the second child's sinister laughter. After the second child finished speaking, his whole body was shaking, and the Ziyang Sword in his hand seemed to be unsteady and would fall to the ground the next moment. .

The six monks laughed out loud at Lin Yi's ugly appearance, and then the second monk said:

"Bloody cultivator, be careful, don't break our treasure. We'll see how we deal with you then."

Lin Yi's mouth trembled and he said tremblingly: "Senior, there are a lot of them, and even I know that I don't deserve to own this kind of treasure. Each of the six seniors has a high level of cultivation. Only it can be worthy of the six seniors."

When the six monks heard Lin Yi's words, they enjoyed it very much, but the second monk still said viciously: "Bloody monk, it seems that you can still recognize yourself very well. In this case, why are you still standing there? Hurry up." Present the spirit sword to our boss."

Lin Yi lowered his head, raised it slightly, and said, "Yes, senior!"

He paused for a second and then continued: "Senior, can I make a request?"

After hearing Lin Yi's words, the second man's face became even more gloomy.

He said, "Damn cultivator, you still dare to make demands. Do you believe me or not? Let me help you with your head now."

Lin Yi said in fear: "Senior, spare your life!"

The monk who was called the boss then said: "Second brother, how many times have I told you to be polite to the guests? Look, you are scaring the guests."

"Boss, I won't do it next time."

The boss turned to look at Lin Yi and said, "Then tell me what your requirements are?"

Lin Yi showed a hopeful look, pretended to calm down, and said: "Senior, I will give you my sword as a tribute. Can you spare my life?"

As soon as Lin Yi finished speaking, he heard a voice in his ear.

"Idiot's dream!"

It was the second guy who spoke up again.

"Thinking about surviving is simply wishful thinking. You are lucky if you can avoid being tortured by us before you die."

"As for this middle-grade spiritual sword, after killing you, it will naturally belong to us."

The second child threatened Lin Yi.

The boss said: "Second brother..."

But the next words were not spoken.

The second child replied: "Boss, I understand my mistake and I won't do it next time."

The boss said to Lin Yi: "Present the sword first. As for your request, we will talk about it later."

After saying this, his tone suddenly became sharp, "But if you don't submit it now, your head will fall to the ground immediately."

Hearing what the boss said, Lin Yi's body couldn't help but tremble, "Okay, I will present the sword to the senior now."

His body trembled and trembled, as if he was going to fall down the next moment.

Lin Yi hurriedly grabbed the hilt of the sword with one hand and held the sword body with the other, fearing that the Ziyang Sword would be unstable and fall to the ground.

He was so nervous that he felt like breaking into a cold sweat.

As Lin Yi walked over, the six monks looked at Lin Yi's frightened look and laughed unscrupulously.

Watching Lin Yi's jokes was a kind of fun and enjoyment for them every time they robbed money.

The distance of a few meters seemed like thousands of miles. After walking for a long time, he didn't reach a few people. You can imagine how slowly Lin Yi moved.

The six monks were not in a hurry at all. They enjoyed the current scene and hoped that the current time would be as long as possible.

Even if the pace was slow, the distance between them was limited. Lin Yi gradually came to the boss.

Prepared to bow and present the sword.

The monk called the boss had his hands behind his back, with a condescending and proud look.

The other five monks stared at the middle-grade spiritual sword. The Ziyang Sword was so close to them at this time.

They had never thought that one day they would have the opportunity to own a middle-grade spiritual weapon. Now it was a blessing from heaven. You can imagine their excitement.

Lin Yi said: "The sword is here, I will send you on your way."

As he spoke, the sword pierced directly into the boss's chest. Before the boss's hands behind his back could react, the Ziyang Sword had already pierced through his heart.

The boss looked at Lin Yi in disbelief and turned his eyes to the Ziyang Sword on his chest.

Pointing at Lin Yi, "You..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Yi drew out the Purple Sun Sword, and a stream of blood spurted out from the boss's chest.

Feeling his life gradually slipping away, he never thought that he would die so miserably, so unwilling.

When Lin Yi's Purple Sun Sword pierced through the boss's chest, the other five people did not react for a while and all fell into a daze.

Watching the boss fall backwards.

"Boss!"