Ye Qiankun was secretly surprised in his heart, and he didn't expect that the treasure they escorted was actually blood ginseng.

Blood ginseng can replenish qi and blood, and it is a great tonic for body refining martial artists.

It is divided into three levels: 100 years, 1000 years and 10,000 years, corresponding to the second to fourth grade elixirs, which are invaluable.

He couldn't have imagined that Lin Qingying would give it to him so generously, after all, even if she ate it herself, it would be of great benefit.

What's more, Ye Qiankun is just exhausted of spiritual power and his body is weak, which is not a big deal.

But even so, Lin Qingying still brought blood ginseng.

Holding the jade box containing blood ginseng, Ye Qiankun was speechless for a long time, the green mountains that came to his mouth did not change the green water flowed, and there would be a period in the future, but he couldn't say it.

But in the final analysis, he also saved Lin Qingying's life just now, and it is understandable to get a gift.

Thinking like this, Ye Qiankun opened the jade box, only to see the cylindrical blood-colored ginseng lying in the box, with slender roots and many tiny roots.

Ye Qiankun took it out and pinched it in his hand, and muttered, "Thousand-year-old blood ginseng." ”

This thousand-year-old blood ginseng is more valuable, not only to improve strength, but also to nourish qi and blood and restore body functions.

Ye Qiankun did not immediately refine the blood ginseng, but put it away in the jade box, he was still worried about Qin Aoxue in his heart, she was the meridian that she had damaged for herself, and she definitely needed this thing to nourish the body.

It was late at night, and Ye Qiankun and the convoy were stationed in the forest for another night.

Until the next day, Ye Qiankun and Lin Xuefei went to the land of immortals without saying goodbye.

In the early morning, the North Hell Cave was extremely deserted, even if it was close to the edge, the wind still made Ye Qiankun shiver.

Lin Xuefei was wearing a robe, and glanced at Ye Qiankun coldly, wondering why this kid came to the North Hellworld Cave in such a thin dress.

As for the three magic weapons in his hand, they were pinned to Ye Qiankun's waist and covered with a long robe, Ye Qiankun sighed, there was no high-level storage spirit weapon to store the magic weapon, it was really inconvenient.

Whew~

The cold wind whistled by, and Ye Qiankun and Lin Xuefei finally came to the bottom of a continuous mountain range after half an hour of hurrying.

Here, there were already many monks gathered, and Ye Qiankun glanced at it and estimated that there were at least fifty or sixty people.

These people came from different forces, and their clothes were varied, but only the disciples of the Sword Extreme Sect in white robes were particularly conspicuous.

Ye Qiankun saw Chen Xiaofeng and Lu Yao from a distance, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

Before approaching this place, Ye Qiankun had already put on a mask to hide his appearance, so when they approached, Chen Xiaofeng and Lu Yao did not recognize themselves.

The other monks only swept past Ye Qiankun after he came here, and they didn't pay much attention to him, but many young disciples focused their eyes on Lin Xuefei.

They could faintly feel the heavy evil aura on Lin Xuefei's body, and he was obviously a powerful opponent.

Ye Qiankun glanced in the direction of the Sword Pole Sect, and in front of their team, a tall young man stood with his hands in his hands.

He wore a blue robe, his smooth and fair face was radiant, his long eyebrows were like willows, and his body was like a jade tree.

As if sensing Ye Qiankun's gaze, the young man glanced back, smiling like a spring breeze.

Seeing this person's face clearly, Ye Qiankun was stunned, isn't this Han Yu.

When he was in the 100,000 Great Mountain, the demon beasts rioted, and Han Yu suddenly stabilized the riot with a single hand, and his three-digit combat power could be said to have scared Ye Qiankun.

It's just that the gap between Ye Qiankun and his cultivation is too big, and now the system still can't detect accurate combat power.

However, just by virtue of his single-handedly suppressing Xiao Sheng, Ye Qiankun could guess that he and the demon cultivator who used Xiao should be on par.

That ruthless person who can suppress the demon princess with a random blow with Xiao's demon cultivator, Ye Qiankun faintly guessed that his strength was probably not weaker than that of the Northern Underworld Daoist.

Ye Qiankun didn't know about the forces here, but Lin Xuefei was well-informed and could recognize a few forces, so he explained them to Ye Qiankun.

On the top of the southernmost mountain, there are a few shadows wearing green clothes, which are the great sect of the Western Regions of Shenzhou, the disciples of the Qinglian Sect, and the Qinglian Sect only accepts female disciples.

The tall and beautiful woman at the front is their uncle, Xu Qingshui, who has a good reputation in the entire Shenzhou.

Due to the distance, Ye Qiankun could only faintly see the silhouette in the sunlight, with a pointed chin, a high nose bridge and long eyelashes, which should be a standard beauty.

The few monks wearing white mink robes on the western mountain were from the Snow Mountain Sect, and they were also famous factions in Shenzhou, Ye Qiankun had heard of them.

Each of them wore a snow-white robe, and several of them were handsome and dashing Yushu Linfeng, with a look of arrogance on their faces.

The group of blue-robed monks on the eastern mountain were from the Hanhai Sect, which was also a prestigious faction in Shenzhou.

These three major sects, plus the monks of the Sword Pole Sect standing on the top of Beishan Mountain, are the four of the strongest six sects in Shenzhou, except for the Xuantian Sect and the Wuji Sect.

The rest of the monks waiting at the foot of the mountain were all from small sects, so naturally they were not qualified to be stationed at the top of the mountain.

"Why didn't the Xuantian Sect and the Wuji Sect come?" Ye Qiankun was a little puzzled.

"You need to have a bronze token to enter, these two sects rarely go out on weekdays, and it's normal to have no tokens. Lin Xuefei said lightly.

There are a total of 100 tokens scattered around the land of Shenzhou, which is opened once every seven years, and one token can enter one person, and when the land of immortal fall is closed, all tokens will be dispersed again to all parts of Shenzhou.

Over the years, at most, only 37 tokens have been found at one time, and this time, there are more than 50 people present, and it is estimated that no more than 40 people will enter in the end.

Ye Qiankun suddenly understood, and at this moment, a red rainbow suddenly came from the sky.

Ye Qiankun frowned, and saw clearly that the figure on the red long sword was the blind Northern Underworld Daoist and He Cha, a personal disciple dressed in blue clothes.

There was a circle of white cloth wrapped around the eyes of the Northern Underworld Dao people, and their arrival here immediately attracted a lot of attention.

A sword light struck from the sky, and the black-robed Black Flame Daoist also came here with his apprentice.

Ye Qiankun secretly said that it was not good, the Black Yan Dao person was not blind, whether he wore a mask or not, he could recognize himself.

In this way, even if he borrowed Lin Xuefei to deal with the Northern Underworld Dao people, it would still be difficult to escape.

As for the famous and decent families here, Ye Qiankun knows that people's hearts are sinister, and he will not pin his hopes on them until the end.

"Beiming, don't come to harm's harm, why do you take the baby back and be blind, baby?"

"Hei Yan, don't talk cool here, don't accept to find a place to fight. The Northern Underworld Daoist said coldly, his mood was very bad at this time, not only did he let Ye Qiankun escape, but his three magic weapons were also robbed, which can be described as extremely bad.

When the two were arguing, He Cha noticed the mask on Ye Qiankun's face, and then whispered a few words to the Northern Underworld Daoist.

Ye Qiankun immediately felt that he was locked by a breath, and he suddenly felt like he was on pins and needles.

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