PS: Quack, the third shift is delivered today, where are the flowers? ）

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"It seems that this trip is worth it!"

Ye Chengfeng's heart was hot, and he secretly thought about the direction where this aura fluctuation came out, since there was more than one place, it meant that there must be more than one ambergris grass.

So, Ye Chengfeng quickly let go of his divine sense and swept away.

Not to mention, in a few seconds, Ye Chengfeng found a full eight strains of ambergris.

However, what made Ye Chengfeng suddenly depressed was that the eight ambergris grasses were only seedlings that had just emerged from the buds, and the aura fluctuations were extremely weak!

"Grass! What's he doing? ”

Ye Chengfeng suddenly glared.

At this moment, he actually found that the ancient warrior whose clothes had been scratched in many places actually opened a thick suitcase.

Inside the suitcase, there are ten cylindrical dimples in the shape of water cups.

Then, the ancient warrior directly used a small shovel to carefully shovel up a salivary seedling, along with the surrounding soil, and put it into the cylindrical pit in the suitcase.

"He's ...... Planning to transplant ambergris? ”

Ye Chengfeng glared more and more, only to realize that the white thing in the suitcase, which formed a cylindrical pit, was actually not foam, but a genuine ice cube.

"Damn, the seedlings are useless anyway, why don't you get them back and plant one, in case they can mature again?"

Ye Chengfeng made up his mind, and immediately put Lin Ziwei on the big tree and whispered.

Immediately, Ye Chengfeng jumped directly behind the ancient martial artist: "What are you doing?" Why are you poaching what I planted? ”

"You...... Who is it? ”

The ancient warrior was obviously taken aback by Ye Chengfeng's silent sudden appearance.

On the spot, he sat on the ground, with an incredible and frightened look in his eyes.

With his acumen, it stands to reason that there are ordinary people approaching, and he should be able to detect it.

But this guy is good, it's like a ghost.

If you assassinate him, you can't just get it?

"I'm a security guard for this mountain."

Ye Chengfeng patted his uniform.

"There are also security guards in the barren mountains? Who are you bluffing? ”

The ancient warrior swept Ye Chengfeng and immediately stood up, with a sneer on his face.

"Who's free to bluff you?"

Ye Chengfeng made an angry appearance: "This kind of grass is planted by the seeds I planted with my own hands, if you dare to dig it up, I will arrest you!" ”

"Planted? Am I an idiot? ”

The ancient martial artist suddenly stretched out a claw, grabbed Ye Chengfeng's throat and said, "Do you believe it or not, I can pinch you to death with my hands?" ”

"Then do you believe it or not, I can trample you to death with my feet?"

Ye Chengfeng sneered slightly, directly clasped his wrist, and slowly exerted force.

At first, when my wrist was buckled, the ancient warrior didn't care much, and it looked like you couldn't help me at all.

But later, as Ye Chengfeng exerted his strength and slowly grabbed his hand away, his face changed greatly.

"You...... Is it an ancient warrior? ”

"What ancient martial arts are not ancient martial arts? I'm the patrol security guard here! ”

As soon as Ye Chengfeng shook his hand, he staggered a few steps: "Everyone cares about me, call Hercules, if you don't leave, I will catch you like a chicken." ”

"Oh, Hercules, what a majestic name! If you want to compare strength, can you be bigger than my Xuanyin sect Mu Huarong? ”

The ancient warrior pursed his lips rather disdainfully.

He couldn't help but think to himself, this folk layman is too narcissistic, right?

With a little ability, he boasts about himself, and the cow can be blown into the sky.

Although just now, the little security guard grabbed his hand away.

But he was only defenseless, and this little security guard was really strong.

But if you want to talk about hands, this little security guard who doesn't have the slightest bit of ancient martial arts in his body will be his opponent as an ancient martial artist?

"Do you want to try it?"

Ye Chengfeng did feel a bit of cold true qi fluctuations in his body.

So he concluded that he really needed the Ice Saliva Grass to cultivate.

"Get out of here!"

Mu Huarong pointed in the direction he left, and said angrily: "I don't have the time to accompany a little shrimp like you to do it, if you provoke me again, you will be a violent corpse!" ”

"Who gave you the confidence to dare to kill people casually?"

Ye Chengfeng asked with interest: "Where is the law?" ”

"The law of!"

Mu Huarong said very politely: "For the ancient warriors, the law is simply an ornament!" If you are long-winded, I will kill you right now. ”

"Tsk, do all the ancient warriors feel good about themselves like this?"

Ye Chengfeng couldn't help but be speechless, and suddenly remembered a task that Yun Lao had mentioned to him before but was rejected by him.

At that time, Yun Lao said that the individual destructive power of the ancient warriors of the Hidden Sect was extremely strong, and it was a great threat to ordinary people and important members of the state.

There is only one option for treating ancient warriors!

Those who go along prosper, and those who go against it die.

Ye Chengfeng also felt at that time that as a cultivator, he had a lot of similarities with the ancient martial artists, and he didn't want to be enemies with the ancient martial artists.

But now it seems that he has to reconsider that, for the task of subduing the ancient warriors if they can be subdued, and eradicating them if they can't.

Although he did not rule it out, many ancient martial artists were only dedicated to cultivation and chivalry, and did not hurt people at will.

But more often than not, they are self-confident and arrogant, and there is no one in their eyes.

For ordinary people, they almost kill whenever they want, and they are simply lawless to the extreme.

Therefore, in the next moment, the killing intent in Ye Chengfeng's eyes was almost unconsciously a little stronger.

"Since you are bent on death, then I can only fulfill you."

Mu Huarong, seeing Ye Chengfeng, he was still verbose.

So the five fingers opened, and the rolling cold true qi suddenly converged like a frenzy.

"Hey, his true qi can actually make the ice salivary grass resonate!"

Ye Chengfeng was suddenly startled, and found that the faint aura fluctuations of the eight ambergris grasses actually converged on Mu Huarong's body.

In the end, is it because Mu Huarong's true qi is special, which is helpful for the growth of ice saliva?

Or is it Ice Grass, which needs to be cultivated with the power of the Ice Attribute?

In his body, there is a trace of ice spiritual power, maybe he can try.

"Ride the wind, be careful!"

In Ye Chengfeng's kung fu, Mu Huarong's palm was already about to slap Ye Chengfeng's chest.

provoked Lin Ziwei, who was hiding on the branches, and immediately screamed.

"And a woman?"

Mu Huarong was taken aback, for fear that Lin Ziwei was carrying some kind of hot weapon that would pose a threat to him, so the palm that slapped at Ye Chengfeng forcibly raised the power of three successes.

"Do you want to do it quickly?"

Ye Chengfeng sneered, and his two fingers, full of rolling spiritual power, hit Mu Huarong's palm like lightning.

Burst!

Break the face with a point!

Mu Huarong immediately leaned back and let out an extremely miserable scream.

The entire right arm meridian seemed to be burned by fire, and then it spread to the whole body at a rapid speed.

So much so that the meridians all over his body throbbed so much that he couldn't bear it at all, and he fell to the ground and curled up in a ball.

Within seconds, he was vomiting blood.