Dragon Vein Martial God

In the face of fan Bowen, Jiang Ting timely brings up the topic about danfang... He controls the rhythm of the conversation with rather obscure words. Unless he has been prepared, no one can see that his goal is danfang.

On the other side.

"It's not very precious. Danfang is actually very popular. There are many markets selling danfang."

After that, fan Po Wen laughed: "although danfang is not very precious, the main materials for building Jidan are too hard to find, and there is no substitute... Unless there are materials in hand, if not, almost no one will dare to be interested in danfang."

"I see." Jiang Ting nodded gently and suddenly realized.

The big stone of mood falls to the ground quietly... What he worries about is that danfang is hard to find. If he can't get danfang, even if he has materials in his hand, he can't make it by himself.

Since the danfang is very popular, when the medicine collecting Valley is closed, he will go to a market to buy danfang directly... This time he has so many materials, he will be able to refine a lot of danfang.

If the talent is not enough, he will not believe it. He will not be able to break through under the promotion of a sufficient number of Zhuji pills!

After having Dan Fang's clue, Jiang Ting turns off the topic without any trace, so as to avoid fan Bowen's suspicion.

After chatting for a while again, they stopped talking and began to rest on the hillside for shallow cultivation.

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A day later.

Outside the valley of medicine.

The leading elders of the six sects, including zishuang sect, got up and opened their eyes.

Qiushui pavilion with team leader Laohua still looked up at the sky: "time is up."

"Open the door." Juque gate stands in the sky.

Taoist Qingfeng and other five glanced at each other, nodded and then flew to the sky.

The surge of mana begins to spread.

"Boom..." the earth shakes.

As before, when the ground was shaking, two curved stone pillars rose from the ground.

When the top of the two stone pillars collided and linked together, the ground stopped shaking... Then, ripples and brilliance began to appear on the empty door frame.

Exit, wide open.

For the elders who are waiting outside, the three months since the opening of the valley are very short, that is, the time to close and open their eyes.

For those who enter the valley, these three months... Are full of bloodbath. They are the people who can survive from the valley under the double killing of other people and monsters.

All of them are first-class and cautious people. If you don't mention your strength, your life-saving skills are certainly not weak.

After the stone gate is opened.

It's only three minutes.

Five figures in a row jumped out of the stone gate, and one liked the white dress... Although the clothes and face were clean and tidy, their eyes were obviously full of sleepiness, physical and mental fatigue!

Who are these five people?

After the five people appeared, they took a look around and jumped to the area of Qiushui Pavilion.

"Why are you so embarrassed?" The flowers of Qiushui pavilion are still on the ground in an instant, and their brows are wrinkled without any trace.

"Being plotted."

After a pause, Hualing sat on the ground: "when I left, I was suddenly watched by a monster who built the base..."

There was some bitterness and helplessness in the voice. Obviously, almost, they couldn't come back.

Flowers still look to the exit again: "good life, rest."

There are still people coming out of the exit, probably because there are many people waiting at the exit... After Hualing came out, more than 20 people came out of the exit in succession.

They belong to different sects.

About a quarter of an hour later... Less than 25 people came out.

Shen Tu Yang, a member of the Tuque gate, suddenly said, "Why are there so few people? According to the usual practice in previous years, should there be at least 50 people coming out when the door is opened at first?"

"Wait and see." The leader of dalishengzong frowned.

Soon, about half an hour passed

Two figures came out from the exit... After looking around, they quickly approached the area of zishuang door.

Except for zishuang gate, the leaders of the other five sects all frowned... Too few people came out.

This half an hour, except for the two people who just came out, no one else came out.

Purple frost gate area.

If you look carefully, the two people who join hands are Jiang ting and fan Bowen.

Back in the area of zishuangmen, Jiang Ting gave a little fist to the others, and then found a place to sit down.

After sitting down, Jiang Ting whispered, "how long will this exit last?"

In his opinion, the number of people here is really a little less... There are no 30 people in total, and they are divided into six forces, with an average of less than four or five.

"Three days." Fan Po Wen answered and looked at other sects.

Except for Hualing in Qiushui Pavilion, the leader of many sects didn't come out... Well, Han Youqing in Heiyu Pavilion didn't come out for any reason. He didn't know whether he was robbing other people or was delayed by something.

After about three breaths.

Jiang Ting, who is ready to close his eyes for a rest, suddenly feels a trace, like the blade of a knife, like the eyes on his back.

Subconsciously turn to see, just see, refining demon Pavilion leader Tang Hua, is squinting at him.

As soon as his mind turns, Jiang Ting reacts that he is still wearing flowing wind boots! It belongs to Qi Hong, the leader of the demon refining Pavilion.

Aware of Jiang Ting's sight, Tang Hua's face returned to calm: "no mountains, no dew, you are a talented person."

However, Jiang Ting noticed that a magnificent momentum like an endless mountain was coming towards him. If he resisted hard, even if it was just a momentum, he might be pressed into a meat cake.

I'm not waiting for him to respond.

Taoist Qingfeng's figure flashed between them, which also blocked Tang Hua's eyes.

Later, Taoist Qingfeng spoke more slowly: "if you defeat the enemy, you also have the face to attack him."

Tang Hua's face remained unchanged, and his voice was calm: "I'm afraid many people died in his hands, but it's just a lesson."

"Life and death have their own destiny. Those who die in his hands can only say that they are too waste." The corner of the mouth of Taoist Qingfeng rises.

When Tang Hua heard the speech, he looked through Qingfeng Taoist and looked at Jiangting, then he left.

"Not bad." Taoist Qingfeng sighed to Jiangting and returned to the previous position without saying a word.

Jiang Ting bowed slightly and sat on the ground again. His eyes swept the storage bag around his waist. He felt helpless.

The space of the storage bag is too small. He holds too many corpses of monsters... Although he doesn't want to attract attention, he doesn't want to throw away all the corpses. You know, the corpses in the storage bag can sell for a lot of money.

Soon, another day passed quietly.

During this period, nearly 30 six sect disciples came out one after another.

It's been a while.

Four or five shadows appeared in the exit... Soon, many shadows left the exit.

All of them are dressed in black feather Pavilion. They are Han Youqing and others.