Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 235 Absolute Surprise
In any case, multiple choices are always a good thing, and ten days is enough to go to Lanfeng Gorge by yourself, which is probably beyond the imagination of the golden core monk.

"Old man, I need to move again." After Fang Yan flew away from Sanxing Island, he immediately put his spiritual sense into the Qiankun ring. If he wanted to go back and forth to Lanfeng Gorge, which is more than a million miles away, within ten days, he could only rely on the old man. The streamer wings were activated.

Knowing what happened, knowing that Fang Yan was looking for Chishui agate for himself, how could the old man refuse, only to see a pair of translucent wings suddenly appearing behind Fang Yan, a stream of light flashed by, and the two disappeared instantly.

There is no need to cross the big formation, and the old man's urging of the streamer wings is not as laborious as before. The middle-grade spiritual weapon is indeed a middle-grade spiritual weapon, but after half a day, Fang Yan stood on the ridge of Lanfeng Gorge. Yes, if the dialect can be activated by itself, the speed will be even faster.

The old man went back to rest, and Fang Yan stood alone on the ridge and looked down.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Fang Yan knew that the words of the golden core monk were right. In the Lanfeng Canyon, which was less than a thousand miles away, he saw hundreds of rays of light flashing by in just a quarter of an hour, and some of them were golden. Brother Dan exudes that so many people are exploring back and forth in such a canyon, no matter how deep the red water agate is buried, it must have been found by someone.

Moreover, the aura of Lanfeng Gorge is also very exhausted, and it doesn't seem like a place that can produce spiritual things. Although no one mentioned it, Dialect has already guessed that the spiritual veins here have also been taken away by monk Yuanying, that is, the four spirits that day One of the veins, could it be that it has been closed for hundreds of years just for this spiritual vein?
It is easier to find spiritual things in places without aura, as long as you go to a place with strong aura, it must be emitted by spirit grass or the like.

The dialect urges the flying sword under his feet to scare the canyon. The originally verdant foothills have now become withered and yellow, and brown rocks have been exposed in many places. After a while, this place will also become a deserted island. There will be monks coming here.

In the entire valley, there were no less than a thousand monks, and with the hundreds of people gathered on Samsung Island, Dialect no longer had much hope for finding Chishui Agate.

The dialect controls the flying sword and flies through the sky at a height of Zhang Xu. It has already passed a hundred miles in a short time. Not to mention the sixth-grade red water agate, there is not even a single spiritual grass above the third-grade, and all of them have been picked away. up.

Just when Dialect was about to give up after scanning it once, he suddenly noticed a wave coming out of his Qiankun Pot, but when he stopped, there was no more trace.

Fang Yan didn't know that it was the wave that the thing made just now, and immediately urged the flying sword to fly in the direction it came from. Sure enough, when Fang Yan passed a stone wall, the wave came out again.

This time, the dialect noticed that it turned out to be the feather-shaped magic weapon brought back from the Dark Demon Realm. It was the feather that Long Yateng lost to him in the bet with him. Is this feather related to this place?
When I gave it to myself, I tried to input mana, but there was no response, and I never paid attention to it. I didn't expect there to be fluctuations here.

Fang Yan looked left and right, there were no monks here, and immediately took out this magic weapon, the originally dim feathers now had light, Fang Yan immediately cast a spell to cover himself, this magic weapon kept flickering in Fang Yan's hands, you can be sure , this magic weapon has changed because of coming here.

Tong Yateng said that he got this magic weapon from a monk at the level of a devil emperor. The level of a devil emperor is also a monk of Nascent Soul. If Tong Yateng got his magic weapon, he must have fallen. Was it his cave?

Fang Yan thought for a while, and already noticed that someone passed by here, and two people even stopped to pay attention, but in front of Fang Yan was just an ordinary stone wall, nothing special except smooth, and the two of them only stayed for a moment Then he left, muttering that he met a lunatic, and cast a spell on a stone wall.

Dialect searched around carefully, and found that there was no monk within a few miles, so he poured a bit of mana into this feather-shaped magic weapon, and the light became even stronger. Just when Dialect could hardly cover it, suddenly Feeling a space fluctuation around him, like riding a teleportation array.

When Fang Yan withdrew the spell, he realized that he was no longer in front of the original stone wall. Fang Yan immediately mobilized the Tao Miasma Armor, and at the same time recruited the spiritual pet and the slaves to guard the side, looking around.

I was in a closed stone room, only tens of feet in size. Fortunately, after dialect came in, I felt that there was a slight connection between myself and the feather-shaped magic weapon, as if I had practiced it. You can leave here.

The first thing that catches the dialect's eyes is a gathering spirit formation, which is much more advanced than the gathering spirit formation in Zhang Taolin's cave.

There is a small spiritual field above the spirit gathering array, but there are not many spiritual herbs in the spiritual field, only two stick-like things stand on it, and the skin is a little wrinkled.

Dialect looked around, except for this spiritual field, there was nothing eye-catching in the stone room, no monk's breath, and no magic weapon's fluctuation.

After careful inspection, the dialect confirmed that this is an abandoned cave. The owner does not know if it is the Nascent Soul cultivator who was killed by Long Yateng, at least it has a great connection with this feather-shaped magic weapon, otherwise he would not enter here.

Fang Yan walked through the Spirit Gathering Formation and came to the side of the spiritual field, and finally saw the appearance of these two pillars clearly. If it weren't for the little spiritual energy emanating from above, Fang Yan would not have recognized the two spiritual plants, but the appearance was a bit weird , Fang Yan carefully looked at the sluggish spirit grass in front of him, there was a vine hanging from each of the two wooden sticks, and it would die in a short time.

For this situation, the dialect is very familiar with it. The cultivation of the spirit grass is mentioned in the alchemy formula. After the spirit grass lacks the spirit energy, this subtle situation will appear. Right now, the spirit veins of the entire Lanfeng Gorge are gone. Even with the Spirit Gathering Formation, it would be difficult to maintain the consumption of the two high-level spirit grasses, but if it weren't for the Spirit Gathering Formation, I am afraid that the two plants would not be able to support it now.

Now that I meet myself, it can be said that it is the luck of these two plants of spiritual grass. Other things will be lacking, but I do not lack at all the spiritual energy and spiritual field for cultivating spiritual grass. Grass is not ordinary, and dialect carefully moved these two plants of spiritual grass together with the spiritual field below into his golden portal.

As soon as it was put in, Fang Yan found that the aura was surging in the golden portal, rushing towards the two plants of spirit grass that had just been transplanted, as if a sponge met water, and the two plants would never refuse the incoming spirit energy , all inhaled into one's own body.

Dialect secretly rejoiced that there was no shortage of aura in his Qiankun pot. With the continuous nourishment of aura, the wrinkled skins of the two wooden sticks began to plump up. After half an hour, they turned into smooth as jade, and Dialect He is well-informed and has seen many high-level spiritual herbs, but he has never seen a spiritual herb with such a strong spiritual energy.

The matter is not over yet, the spiritual energy is still pouring in, and the drooping vine slowly stands up, and finally stretches out. This is not a vine, but the leaves curled up and turned into a vine.

Finally, the aura no longer flowed as violently as before. Fang Yan looked at the two stalks of spiritual grass he had transplanted in. They still looked very strange. A wooden stick was covered with a big golden leaf, which seemed to be propped up. of an umbrella.

Wait, dialect suddenly realized something.

There is a saying in the alchemy formula: the leaves of the ancient breath, the eighth-grade spiritual grass, the leaves of the ancient breath tree, one leaf per tree, and the leaves fall on the tree and forget.

One tree and one leaf, one tree and one leaf, the two spiritual grasses in front of me look like one tree and one leaf, and then carefully feel the spiritual energy contained in them, dialect has never seen eighth-grade spiritual grass, but whether the two spiritual grasses in front of you The spiritual grass contained in any one of them is much richer than the sixth-grade spiritual grass and five spiritual garden grasses that I have cultivated, and there are many more.

Could it be that I didn't get the Chishui Agate, but accidentally got the most rare eighth-grade spiritual grass ancient breath leaf?

The dialect spiritual sense withdrew from the Qiankun pot, and soon there was a spiritual herb in his hand, and he shouted to the Qiankun ring: "Old man, come out and see, is this a leaf of ancient interest?"

(End of this chapter)