Dragon Vein Martial God

In the face of Jing Peng's words, Jiang Ting nodded gently and did not deny it.

Indeed, before he killed Liu Da, Jing Peng came back quietly.

But Jiang Ting was not sure about Jing Peng's plan at that time, so he didn't show any difference. After he killed Liu Laoer, he pretended that he was wasting too much energy, and he used his work in the same place, pretending that he didn't defend the outside world.

In short... He's fishing.

If Jing Peng doesn't do it to him, it's OK. If he does it... It's just to kill him. It's the evil spirit in his heart.

In the distance.

Jiang Ting took a look at the flying blade, showing some reluctance: "younger martial brother, you and I are all from the same family. Before... When I was in Changning County, elder martial brother, I took care of you. Why don't you let him go?"

Between the words, Jing Peng retreated without any trace, and his eyes flew around. He didn't know whether he was planning to fight back or was thinking about looking for an opportunity to escape.

Jiang Ting showed a smile: "elder martial brother, on the way of Youming reincarnation, all the way, easy to go, remember next life, Jiang is not a good man."

When the words fall, the blade flies in an instant.

Jing Peng's face changed greatly and rushed to the distance.

However, he only dodged the first three blades, and the remaining seven blades cut Jing Peng's body into more than ten pieces, and the blood mist flew away.

Jiang Ting fingers slightly hook, a blade through Jingpeng's storage bag, with storage bag back to his hands.

Three people, all dead, storage bags all fell into his hands.

If Jiang Ting didn't pretend to be unguarded, as if he could be killed by a single blow, Jing Peng would not have shot... Unfortunately, there is no if.

As for the booty in the storage bag... After the inspection, Jiang Ting couldn't help feeling a little short of breath.

The spirit stones in the three storage bags add up to only a hundred.

There are some magic weapons, but he can't use them all.

There is no skill or magic.

The only thing that made him interested was that he got some pills... All the pills that didn't help him to cultivate were pills for restoring mana and healing.

There are also some Fu and Zhuan characters. It's a pity that none of them can match the sword and Fu in his hand. There's nothing like huoleizi.

But he found a lot of lingcao... Generally speaking, a little is better than nothing.

If you want to exchange for what he needs, you have to wait until you leave the medicine picking Valley and go to Fangshi.

"Poor." With a whisper, Jiang Ting hung the storage bag on his waist and continued to fly towards the slope.

Although the voice is a little uncomfortable... However, Jiang Ting actually didn't care.

Unless there is a certain background, there will not be many spirit stones in the ninth floor

Just like himself, if he hadn't come back from the hot sun desert by chance before entering the medicine picking Valley, he would have been very poor.

Thanks to Zhuji Dan, he has increased his fortune of five thousand spirit stones, so that he can purchase them in Fangshi... If it wasn't for five thousand spirit stones, sword, talisman, fire and thunder, how could he buy them?

As for the intermediate weapons... Although the Ninth level of refining gas can only stand out by using the intermediate weapons, not everyone can buy them.

His medium-level magic weapon, big shield, cost nearly 2000 spirit stones... If you want to buy a medium-level magic weapon for attacking and cutting, how can it be without 1000 spirit stones?

How can so many refining companies spend so much money to buy!

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In the twinkling of an eye, five days passed.

This is the eighth day that Jiangting entered the valley.

A gray swamp somewhere.

Compared with the swamp that Jiangting entered when he just entered the medicine picking Valley, the miasma here is heavier.

Moreover, the swamp here is also filled with a faint smell.

Jiang Ting looks calm and leaps between the branches.

After a while.

Jiang Ting looked to the East, his eyes narrowed slightly... The fluctuation of aura.

It's not far from him. It's about three li... The fluctuating breath seems to be four.

Because the distance is not close, perception is not very clear, can only be sure, three miles to the East, there must be people or monsters fighting.

"Slow down, let me join in the fun." With a whisper, Jiang Ting did not hesitate to change his direction and jumped to the East.

These five days, his life is very ordinary, very boring... Has been on the road.

Of course, when we are on the way, we will pick some spirit grass from time to time to kill several disciples of other sects.

Unfortunately, the people who came in were too scattered. After killing Jing Peng for five days, he met two people, one was from dalishengzong, the other was from qiushuige.

Every time I meet someone else, I always make a small fortune.

It's too slow to search for the spirit grass by oneself. If you capture the harvest of others, you can always make his booty soar.

After a while.

Jiang Ting then crossed the road of about two Li.

The fluctuation of aura is more and more intense in the perception... At the moment, he can clearly perceive that there are indeed four kinds of aura fluctuation.

There are two kinds of people who are peaceful. They should be human.

The other two are ferocious. They should be monsters.

"There are only two people..." with a disappointed whisper, Jiang Ting slows down without any trace, and at the same time quietly exerts the hidden Qi technique.

To be a fisherman, he should not be exposed before the fierce battle is over.

…………..

A mile and a half away.

A plain looking man in clothes like tiger skin stood on the swamp ground calmly, with a light protective cover around him, and his defense was beyond consideration.

This person is the leader of the demon refining Pavilion, Qi Hong!

Twenty feet away from Qihong, there was a pale man in tight clothes, with a little fear... The black clothes had been dyed red with blood.

In the middle of the two sides, there are two boa constrictors... Boa constrictors are staring at each other with some cruelty

After a while, the man roared: "Qihong, do you want to be the enemy of Heiyu pavilion?"

"When you enter the valley of collecting herbs, you have to live and die."

After a pause, Qi Hong shook his head slightly: "you have some abilities. You can persist for nearly a quarter of an hour. Even if you die, you are proud enough."

"You The man became angry when he stopped.

Qi Hong turned his head and looked around: "I'm afraid someone who doesn't know what to do is coming. Kill him."

"Sisi..." the two boa constrictors immediately put out.

"Boom..." many trees were smashed.

After about five breath, the man was torn up by two boa constrictors, leaving only some bones and meat, as well as a storage bag.

One of them, a blue python, came back to Qi Hong with a snake letter carrying a storage bag.

Qi hung the bag around his waist, jumped on the Python's head and looked around.

"Sisi..." another black Python swam back.

Then, the two python with vigilance also scan around.

It was very quiet here.

About five minutes later.

Qi Hong stopped his glance and said softly, "come out."

The voice echoed in the empty swamp, and there was no response.