Dragon Vein Martial God

Jiang Ting was standing on a rocky slope in the valley. Looking at the long slope in front of him and the swamp forest behind him, he felt a little headache.

There are many swamps in the south of the valley.

Even though he has left the swamp area now, he thinks that he has left the southern area of the medicine picking Valley... In fact, it is far away from him to leave the southern area.

According to the map he got from Taoist Qingfeng, the secret place of caiyao Valley is many times larger than Mount Heming.

Not surprisingly, he walked in a straight line and had to cross at least seven or eight swamps before he could set foot in the western part of the valley.

After a short rest, Jiang Ting leaped again and made a rapid leap towards the top of the hillside... The slope is big, big!

At least, Jiang Ting can't see the end at a glance.

Preliminary estimates and comparison map, he went all out on the road, at least half a day to go through the slope.

Soon, an hour passed.

"The slope is also very barren. I've been driving for so long, and I haven't found anything.", Jiang Ting, who is still on his way, can't help but feel helpless.

Before, when he was in the swamp forest, not to mention that there were spiritual grasses all over the land. At least, he could find a spiritual grass in half an hour, but the value was hard to determine... According to his estimation, if he didn't consider giving it to zongmen, the spiritual grass would sell at least 3000 spirit stones!

It's a huge sum of money! A huge sum of money!

And you can always meet monsters... During the two days in the swamp forest, the monsters you met were not strong. Except for the ink wind crocodile you met when you first sent them in, other monsters were all directly killed.

His storage bag had already been filled with corpses of monsters, and he even lost many worthless corpses of monsters. Unfortunately, except for the three disciples of black feather Pavilion he met when he first killed Mo Feng alligator, he never met anyone and didn't get the storage bag.

Generally speaking, although the swamp forest is full of miasma, and there are often monsters in and out of it, it is undoubtedly a treasure land. If he didn't think about it in his heart, he would have made a fortune if he had not found the five most important materials for building Jidan and stayed in the swamp forest all the time.

Now, after an hour of driving on the slope, the monster didn't see one, nor did the spirit grass or the treasures of heaven and earth.

Thinking about it, Jiang Ting, who is still flying, suddenly stops. It's not that he sees lingcao or Tiancai Dibao, but that someone is approaching rapidly above the slope.

He goes up from the bottom of the slope, and on the top of the slope, someone comes down... And it looks like it's very fast.

Hiding?

As soon as the idea came up, Jiang Ting was disconsolate again... Although there are many rocks in the slope, they are not very big. It's not easy to find a suitable hiding place.

The most important thing is... He can see the person coming down the slope, so the person opposite can see him as well.

If you hide now, isn't it considered fear? I'm afraid it's more troublesome.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ting turned his wrist and took out the Xuanlong gun: "anyway, this medicine picking Valley is the place of chaos. It's just that I need a storage bag now."

Well, he has decided that if he can, he will directly kill people and make a small fortune.

Wait for the hare to grow up.

Jiang Ting stood on a stone and began to wait.

After about three breaths.

Waiting for Jiang Ting's eyes suddenly narrowed... There were more than one people close to him.

At the moment, he could not see the man clearly, but he could see that there were two people behind him, three in all.

Besides, those three people are not a group.

Yes, chase and run!

The reason why he was so sure was that Jiang Ting sensed the fluctuation of aura and saw that the two men who were chasing would attack from time to time with fireballs and wind blades.

Seeing this, Jiang Ting couldn't help but feel dumb: "no wonder we can't touch people all the time. There are six sects in this valley, each of which has an average of 50 people. Three hundred people are scattered in the whole valley, and they attack each other. It's common that we can't touch talents."

After that, insert the Xuanlong gun on the ground and wait quietly.

Unless besieged by three or more people, Jiang Ting is not afraid of anyone.

In the waiting, almost 30 minutes passed.

The distance between the pursuing and escaping parties and Jiang Ting is straight, and Jiang Ting can also see the appearance of the three people.

Unexpectedly, the man who ran away was still an acquaintance... Jing Peng!

That's right. Jing Peng, who has been guarding Zhao for a long time, met Jing Peng when Jiang Ting, Lvzhu and Fu Zheng went to do the task of removing demons.

As for the two people who pursued and killed, they didn't know each other... They could only infer from the yellow clothes like tiger skin that they were from the demon refining Pavilion.

Jing Peng, who was running for his life, called with ecstasy: "younger martial brother Jiang."

Jiang Ting said: "brother Jingpeng."

He also thought that after three people approached, he would kill one person in a sudden attack, and then kill the other two people in the front. In this way, he would get at least three storage bags and three people's supplies, and make a fortune.

As a result... One of them was not only Jing Peng who had met him once, but also a disciple of zishuang sect. In this way, it seems to be immoral to attack Jing Peng.

The most important thing is that even if the two men are killed afterwards, the booty will be divided by one more person

With the increase and decrease, large windfall seems to become very rare.

"Younger martial brother, come and help me. There are so many thieves in the demon refining Pavilion, and there are so few bullies. It's really mean." Jing Peng is still shouting.

Words fall, Jingpeng also finally close to Jiangting... Breathlessly stopped in Jiangting body side not far away.

The two disciples of demon refining Pavilion stopped ten feet away.

Whether it's attack or defense, or retreat, it happens to be everywhere. It's an excellent warning distance for the Ninth level of refining.

One of the disciples of the demon refining Pavilion narrowed his eyes: "you'd better mind your own business, Taoist friend of zishuang sect."

"It's true that the boy dared to take lingcao from us before. It's not a pity that he died..."

After a pause, another man's mana was running around him: "he's at the end of the crossbow now. Even if you join hands, you'll surely die!"

Obviously, although the two disciples of demon refining Pavilion didn't know Jiang Ting, they didn't want to fight with Jiang Ting... It's not easy to kill a prosperous opponent.

Jing Peng was in a panic and quickly explained: "younger martial brother, don't believe them. It's just their excuse."

Jiang Ting sees this and his eyes twinkle... Why?

In fact, the reason is not important.

The important result... The result is that, just as the two disciples of the demon refining Pavilion said, Jing Peng is almost at the end of the crossbow. If not, how can those who cultivate immortals who have more magic power end up panting?