Mo Ye was dressed as usual in a black robe and was concealing his presence. The only thing different from his usual appearance would be a black mask he wore, hiding his looks.

 A few days ago, he had received news about the occurrence of a strange phenomenon in this monster forest of the Northern Mountains. Since he was nearby, he decided to investigate.

 Unexpectedly, Mo Ye heard continuous monster roars just as he entered the woods, and after following the sound, instead of any monsters, he saw the little monk he had met a few days ago.

 This place was filled with danger. How did a little monk with no cultivation, who was in the Inner Cloud City a few days ago, got to this place? Mo Ye was more surprised that the little monk was not killed by the monsters and was even secretly following behind a man with a sword.

 He subconsciously followed them through the entire journey and noticing that the little monk had revealed himself, Mo Ye intently watched from the dark. He was amazed by the remarkably good attacks and movements of the little monk. The moment the little monk and the man with the sword faced each other, the two started fighting, and as it happens, the little monk forced the man with the sword to retreat, even adding more wounds to the man’s already injured hand.

 Let him know that no one could casually touch his head?

 Mo Ye’s gaze shifted slightly after hearing the little monk’s words, and his eyes landed on the little monk’s glossy little head. He suddenly recalled when the little head was pressed against and pushed by his large hand when the little monk crashed into him when they met.

 Mo Ye recalled the little monk slapping the back of his hand, which soon became red and swollen after he returned. Now looking at this scene, his lips curled up. A look of fascination flashed through his face as his thoughts churned, with such a vengeful personality, as expected, he is not a decent monk.

 Buddhist disciples are benevolent, yet this little monk attacks fiercely, even all his moves were ruthless, which monastery could house such a killer god.

 As he was pondering, he saw the little monk kicking the man’s sword into the air with a fierce horizontal kick and then leaped to deliver a direct kick at the man’s chin.

 “Pooft!”

 The man coughed a mouthful of blood as he lost his balance and started to retreat. Perhaps due to his injury and lack of stamina, he turned to flee when he saw the little monk attacking again.

 Who knew that just after running a few steps, a killing aura directed at him and a cold dagger was placed at his neck. Then a cold voice filled with murderous intention sounded by his ear.

 “The door to hell has opened, you can go down now!”

 After speaking, Tang Ning swiped her dagger across the man’s neck, spilling blood everywhere. The man could only let out a grunt before his body froze, and his eyes widened to fullest. He had never expected to be killed by this little monk after surviving monsters…

 Mo Ye, who witnessed this scene from the dark, frowned under the mask, his brows arched. His deep eyes were filled with curiosity as he stared at the little monk…

 Killed in one swoop, how neat and sharp!

 However, looking at the little monk’s action in the next moment, the corners of Mo Ye’s mouth twitched involuntarily.

 He saw the little monk search and take out a cosmic bag from the corpse and investigate it curiously. “So this is the cosmic bag? Can this little bag really hold so many things?”

 Tang Ning played with the bag happily, and her eyes brightened after opening the bag and seeing the vast amount of treasure in it. “How lucky…”

Tang Ning excitedly threw the cosmic bag up into the air, but before she could finish her sentence, she realized that the cosmic bag was…

 Snatched!