"It's really dangerous. You must never do this again in the future. You must leave some help for yourself!" Mo Bei's eyes rolled, and he immediately had an idea in his mind.

"It's better to get on the flying boat quickly. The senior brother said it very clearly. As long as you don't board the flying boat, no one will care about it even if you die in front of the flying boat. Don't take it lightly!"

He dragged the iron-armored crab claws tied by the vines, accelerated his pace, and climbed onto the flying boat.

The moment he boarded the flying boat, Mo Bei had no strength at all and was exhausted and collapsed on the flying boat.

On the flying boat, the woman and a group of people had already boarded the flying boat first, talking and laughing, and seeing someone on board, they all looked at each other.

Everyone's eyes circulated, and they looked at Mo Bei first, and couldn't help but sneer with disdain on the corner of their mouths.

But when his eyes fell on the pile of iron-armored crab claws, the corner of his sneered mouth curled up again, turning into a look of surprise.

When they looked at Mo Bei again, their eyes became particularly different. The trace of contempt and disdain had long dissipated, and replaced by admiration and surprise.

"Isn't this the new outer disciple who came soon? He actually killed so many iron-armored crabs?" the young disciple exclaimed.

The man with a seven-foot stone sword on his back widened his eyes and looked disbelief.

"It's him! How did he do it!"

"I have been practicing sword for ten years, so I can go to the Demon Island to hunt monsters, and I can only kill four iron-armored crabs every day."

A hint of surprise flashed through the woman's eyes, and she couldn't help but look at Mo Bei a few more times, with admiration in her eyes and a smile.

The flying boat slowly soared into the air.

Mo Bei, who was leaning against the pile of iron armored crab claws, patted the iron claws with satisfaction; then turned his head and looked at them sideways and saw the demon island gradually shrinking, and finally turned into a small dot, blocked by the clouds and disappeared.

Half an hour later.

The flying boat slowly landed on the formation in the center of the market.

Mo Bei carried the pile of iron-armored crab claws and slowly walked towards the Crane Hall.

Surprising eyes were cast from time to time around, with a hint of admiration, and the crowd subconsciously gave way and let Mo Bei go first.

Among the crowd, there was a new disciple who was also surprised and whispered when he saw this scene.

"Look, isn't that the Blood Demon-Mo Bei?"

"He actually went to do a combat mission! He even killed so many iron-armored crabs!"

"Oh my God, how did he do it!"

When the Ji family saw this scene, they said furiously: "What's so great? My Senior Brother Ji Wubing can do it too!"

The children of the Fang family nodded and said, "The Blood Demon is worthy of being a Blood Demon, killing countless people. His strength is really beyond the reach of ordinary disciples!"

The Ye family members smiled and said, "Sometimes ago, I heard Junior Sister Ye Qinghong talk about the origin of this blood demon. It seems that people are as their name is, not simple!"

Amid many different eyes and discussions, Mo Bei walked to the counter of Xianhe Palace, put the iron-armored crab claws heavily on the counter with a "bang", took a deep breath and said:

"Mo Bei, look at these things and know how many spirit stones are there?"

"Uh..." The waitress who received Mo Bei as soon as possible was shocked by the pile of iron-armored crab claws. She looked at Mo Bei in surprise with a look of surprise.

After a while, the maid woke up: "Okay, fellow Taoist wait."

"Mo Bei... the outer disciple of Taixu Sect's first level Qi Refining Qi. Receive the mission: Kill the demons." She searched.

He dragged the iron armored crab claws into the counter with great effort, carefully counted one or two, and then said: "Eleven iron claws. One iron claw ten spirit beads, eleven iron claws, one first-level spirit stone, and ten spirit beads."

As she said that, she handed Mo Bei a spirit stone and ten spirit beads the size of half a little finger.

The spirit stone is about two inches long, one inch wide and one inch thick, crystal clear, and the flowing light contains the most primitive and purest innate spiritual energy.

"Why, it's only so big?" Mo Bei twitched, looked down at the spirit stone in his hand, muttered and turned his head, ignored all the surprise gazes beside him, and slowly left.

When Mo Bei walked past the wooden arch bridge and returned to the stone house, he found Long Haotian lying on the bluestone with his arms open, his face full of sewage, cement and stains, and became a dead dog.

"Big, brother..." Long Haotian forced himself to sit up, his face turned pale, and he grinned with difficulty: "You are back. I'm tired, so tired..."

Before Mo Bei could speak, Long Haotian's complaints rang out like a cannon.

"Damn it, no, I can't live anymore... I'm so tired for half a month..."

"I have to work... for half a month... I'm going to die..."

"but,"

Long Haotian changed his tone. When he thought of the spirit stone half a month later, he felt much better. He lamented: "There are still... and fifteen days... I can get a spirit stone... Damn, after this mission, I will never take on the bullshits that raise spirit pets again!"

"Follow me and invite you to dinner." Mo Bei thought and raised his eyebrows, as if he had an idea.

He waved his hand, walked over and pulled Long Haotian up, and dragged it into the cafeteria without saying a word.

"Two pounds of spiritual double-headed beef." Mo Bei threw out ten spirit beads for the white-clothed disciple, and Long Haotian stared out!

"Brother, where did you come from so many spirit beads!"

Seeing his surprised look, Mo Bei smiled unanimously. In this gap, the white-clothed disciple had already brought two pounds of braised beef.

Mo Bei took out a dagger from his cuff, slashed it casually, divided the beef into two, handed half to Long Haotian, and smiled gently, "Eat it."

"Oh, I feel so embarrassed to eat my elder brother's beef..."

Long Haotian knew that this was a good thing, food containing spirituality, and it improved his cultivation very quickly!

He said shyly, but his eyes shone, his movements were swift and lightning. He held the beef and chewed hard, his face covered in oil, swallowing it voraciously, and the wind swept the clouds.

The two of them were feasting on the beef while walking back.

"Big...Big pot..." Long Haotian puffed his cheeks and his mouth was vague: "You are still amazing... You actually got so many spirit beads in one day... My admiration for you is like a flood that is out of control!"

Mo Bei smiled faintly, and the next sentence almost choked Long Haotian to death: "I'm going to the Demon Island!"

Suddenly, Long Haotian looked at Mo Bei foolishly and said, "Demon Island!"

Then he said, "Brother, you will die!"

Mo Bei ignored him and just said, "You go with me tomorrow."

"puff……"

Long Haotian was so scared that he choked and gasped for a long time before he recovered.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Long Haotian's head shook like a rattle, with a look of displeasure.

"Are you going?" Mo Bei glanced at him and said coldly.

Long Haotian looked aggrieved and wailed: "Brother, you also know that my cultivation is low. Go to that combat mission, and you will die for a lifetime! Just let me go."

"I won't die, I'm here." Mo Bei couldn't help but outline a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he tempted him carefully:

"If you go with me, you will have bullfrog meat every day."

"The cultivation speed is faster."

"As the cultivation level has improved, those beautiful female disciples have all thrown their arms and hugged them."

Looking at Mo Bei's pure smile, Long Haotian suddenly felt excited, and he felt like a big bad wolf in human skin, constantly seducing his prey, as if he wanted to swallow himself alive.

"If you don't go, don't go. Still don't go." Long Haotian still shook his head and refused to change his words.

Mo Bei's face suddenly changed and he fell down. He glared at him, his face gradually became cold, his brows slightly raised, and he said coldly: "Can you go!"

Under his coercion and temptation, Long Haotian seemed to be aggrieved young wife, and cried with a sad face: "Go... it's not okay to go..."

That night.

Mo Bei sat cross-legged on the stone bed.

He held a crimson-red translucent spirit stone in his right hand, his eyes closed and his breathing was stable.
Chapter completed!