Dragon Vein Martial God

After the shadow disappeared, Jiang Ting suddenly thought of his successful secret Qi skill... The appearance of the shadow disappeared was very similar to the secret Qi skill.

He had some doubts, but he had not found any clue and clue, whether the man who ordered Fu Zheng to rob and kill him was the disappearing shadow.

The more he thought, the more likely Jiang Ting suddenly felt.

He had guessed before that a disciple of zishuang sect was staring at him, but he didn't know who it was and couldn't think of a clue.

But if it's dark shadow, it seems very likely... At least, dark shadow has a reason to calculate him.

Although he didn't even know who the shadow was or why the shadow was staring at him, what was the reason why the shadow ordered Fu Zheng to rob and kill him?

Give him a magic weapon?

Or is there another plot?

"Well, I just want to practice in an ordinary way." After thinking for a long time, Jiang Ting sighed and approached the task hall.

He was not sure whether it was Fu Zheng who was instigated by the shadow. If so, he could not be sure what the shadow was doing.

If I can't figure it out, I won't.

……..

After a while, he arrived at task hall.

It's very busy here. There are about 50 people gathered in the open space outside the mission hall.

There are almost nine gas refining layers, more than ten of which are eight, while seven are none.

Only nine and eight floors.

He didn't know most of them, and he didn't see them, and few of them met and knew each other.

Just close, green bamboo with joy near: "Jiangting Jiangting."

Maybe Fu Zheng died for a long time, but green bamboo didn't feel shy, so he took Jiang Ting's hand directly. He didn't know whether he was swearing sovereignty, or whether he was just happy.

Jiang Ting also said with a smile: "green bamboo."

Then they began to chat... While chatting, Jiang Ting looked at others.

People here, in part, come here because of their sophistication or some unspeakable channels.

Part of it is that you're here after a lot of fighting.

It has to be mentioned that... The so-called heavy fighting was held three months ago at zishuangmenwai in order to select the disciples who entered the medicine picking valley.

Of course, Jiang Ting didn't attend or even go to watch the battle. After all, he got the qualification very early.

After a while, Jiang Ting's vision was a middle-aged man who was wearing purple frost clothes outside the door. His face looked rebellious and his eyes were sharp like eagle's eyes.

In a flash.

The man seemed to notice something, suddenly turned his head and locked Jiang ting.

Seeing this, Jiang Ting nodded with a smile.

The man left his eyes with a little coldness.

"Ah..." Jiang Ting was dumb, but he didn't care.

Heart is slightly sigh, that person, good acute intuition.

Rebellious, eagle eye... If there is no accident, that person should be the leader of Dabi before, Sikou.

After many bloody battles, he won the first place. Regardless of his talent, his fighting consciousness will not be low. I'm afraid his magic weapons and treasures are not simple... In a word, that man is not easy to deal with.

Of course, it's better not to get in the way of Jiang ting. Otherwise, although he didn't go to Dabie, he didn't even go to watch the war... But if he got in the way, he would let Sikou know what a more terrifying fighting consciousness is!

"Younger martial brother Jiangting?" A slightly hesitant voice sounded.

Jiang Ting looked along the voice, just saw a white fat, fat man.

Blinked an eye, then Jiang Ting slightly clasped: "elder martial brother fan."

The white fat man laughingly approached: "if it's really younger martial brother... Tut Tut, it's only a few years, younger martial brother. You've already refined nine layers of gas. After the end of this medicinal Valley, I'm afraid younger martial brother will be able to soar to the sky and go straight to the foundation."

Jiang Ting wry smile: "elder martial brother joked, younger martial brother, I have a few Jin, I still know... Elder martial brother, this is my friend, green bamboo."

After a pause, Jiang Ting turned his head again: "green bamboo, he is one of my few friends in the clan, fan Bowen."

Fan Bowen... Well, when he was in charge of the pharmaceutical garden, he met him by accident. At that time, the prescription of Peiyuan Dan was obtained from fan Bowen.

The friendship between the two was not deep, but not shallow... After all, fan Bowen's temperament was relatively peaceful, and he also liked to make friends. In addition, Jiang Ting's situation was not very good at that time, so when he intended to make friends, his friendship would not be low.

After introducing each other.

Fan Bowen was a little curious: "are you... Well, green bamboo, the disciple of martial uncle yin? I know you. I heard that you and younger martial brother Jiangting went to the Lieyang desert together and brought back extremely important news. "

The three began to talk one sentence at a time.

It's a small circle of its own... In the field, the circle of three people is not all powerful, but no one dares to underestimate it. After all, the three people are all nine layers of refining gas.

Maybe it's extremely difficult to break through the ninth floor of gas refining and build a foundation. I remember that fan Bowen was already in the ninth floor of gas refining when Jiang Ting was still managing the pharmaceutical garden.

Now, both Jiangting and Lvzhu have reached the ninth floor of gas refining. Fan Bowen, who lives in Danfeng, has come into contact with many pills, but his realm is only the ninth floor of gas refining.

In the conversation.

Soon, three hours passed.

Time passed and a breeze blew by.

Another escape light fell, and a cold faced Taoist appeared outside the mission hall. His whole body was extremely powerful, and his prestige was very low. However, it was the low prestige that made people dare not look up.

The Taoist said with a cold heart: "the disciples who are qualified to go to the medicine picking Valley come with me. If there are fish eyes mixed with pearls, they will die."

Then, raise your feet and walk in other directions.

Maybe it's because of the coercion. People here dare not speak out, and subconsciously follow that person.

The same is true of the three people in Jiangting. However, as they move forward, Jiangting's mood becomes strange, and the voice... If he remembers correctly, it seems to be the voice of Taoist Qingfeng, right?

Could it be that his cheap master presided over this trip to the medicine picking Valley?

In a moment of thought, the crowd followed Taoist Qingfeng to a place far away from the empty space of mission hall.

The prestige also dispersed... However, not many people dare to look up.

Jiang Ting secretly took time to have a look... It's true that he is a Taoist of Qingfeng.

The registered disciples may only be registered, and Taoist Qingfeng doesn't want to see it.

Looking at the crowd, Taoist Qingfeng stood with his hands down: "those who read to the left... Fan Bowen."

Fan Bowen a spirit of salute: "Qingfeng elder."

Taoist Qingfeng nodded slightly.

Fan Bowen hurried to the left.

Qingfeng Taoist continued to call the roll: "Zhang Wei."

…….

One by one, names are called, and one person goes to the left.

Soon, Jiangting, Lvzhu and others all went to the left.

When Taoist Qingfeng is not calling, there are four people left on the right.

When Taoist Qingfeng saw this, his eyes suddenly narrowed: "fish eyes mixed with pearls..."