Daoist Xian’s eyes focused and spat, "Spirit Sensing Stone? Quick, show me."
Daoist Xian had completely forgotten who Ye Mo was. In his eyes, there was only this rock who could help him breakthrough.
At this moment, Ye Mo put the stone away. "Not bad, you’ve seen this before. Tell me, where did you see it?"
"Punk, give the stone over." Daoist Xian saw Ye Mo put the stone away and his mouth turned hideous. He completely forgot his two disciples were killed and casually took out a whip from his waist.
Ye Mo was dazed; why did these ancient martial arts people all like to use whips? But soon, he realized that this was a legal issue in society. If one carried a big sword around everywhere, then they would probably be invited to the police station.
And, the ancient martial arts cultivators here didn’t have storage devices so they could only carry it with them. A whip was the best choice.
Ye Mo smiled and said, "You can’t threaten me, you can try if you don’t believe me."
