Jiang Renbao felt that his harvest was not big, but it was not small.

As far as Xiaoding is concerned, Jiang Renbao feels that it should be regarded as a priceless treasure, which can never be sold, and the content portrayed in it may reveal many unknown secrets tens of thousands of years ago. As for why Feng Shumo had this small tripod in his hand, Jiang Renbao guessed that it was either really picked up by his shit luck when the Ancient Holy Land had just changed, or it was given to him by the person behind him.

The people behind him don't know the goods?

Jiang Renbao felt that the probability of the second possibility was a bit low.

Of course, there is no need to delve into this problem at present, after all, it is already in your own hands, and there is time to study it slowly in the future.

As for the twelve treasures in the Mixed Yuan Ring, Jiang Renbao preliminarily judged that they were all metal. However, it is not clear whether it is gold or not, so I can only take it to the pawnshop to give the shopkeeper's palm eye, and then make a decision.

But he didn't think it would be any worse.

Jiang Renbao and the three of them had already flown five hundred miles with their swords, but they could still feel the mad aura rising from the Desolate Ancient Holy Land!

Sure enough, as Simhan said, this is the battlefield of the saints, and the existence of other people is just an appetizer for the beginning.

For the sake of safety, Jiang Renbao decided to fly some distance further, at least to leave this rolling mountain range, and completely break away from the current desolate ancient holy land.

After flying another hundred miles, the aura in Jiang Renbao's body was a little lacking, in order to preserve some strength and deal with the situation that might arise later, he decided to come down from the sky and stride forward.

Qing Yuran saw that Jiang Xiaoyu on his back was already asleep, so he just lowered his sword head and followed behind the young master, instead of choosing to run on the ground.

"It's still good to be down-to-earth!" Jiang Renbao said as he ran, and by the way, his thoughts spread out, exploring whether there would be any elixir on the way, and the speed was very fast, and it had already surpassed the speed of his sword's flight.

......

In the blink of an eye, the two ran out of nearly a hundred miles.

"Brother, I'm hungry!" Jiang Xiaoyu, who was carried on his back by Qing Yuran, said after waking up for the fourth time.

When Jiang Renbao heard this, he said, "It's good that you said it in time! You two are waiting here!" and then turned around and ran back.

"What are you going to do?" Jiang Xiaoyu asked.

"The place we passed by just now happened to have a few little beasts to eat, and the young master must have caught it!" Qing Yuran put Jiang Xiaoyu on the ground, found a clean place, took out a square piece of floral cloth from the acceptance ring, and spread it on the ground.

"What are you doing here?" Jiang Xiaoyu stood beside him, looking at Qing Yuran's busy appearance, and couldn't help but be curious.

"No matter how hard the cultivation is, life must have a sense of ritual! Come, sit here!" Qing Yuran patted the place that had been paved.

After seeing Jiang Xiaoyu sit down, he got up again and groaned! The sword finger pointed at random a few times, and a rectangular pit with a width of two meters and a length of ten meters had already appeared on the ground.

"Uncle Qing, what are you digging this pit for?" Jiang Xiaoyu didn't know why.

But he didn't want Qing Yuran to smile at him mysteriously and refused to reveal it.

Jiang Xiaoyu was bored, sat back in his place, looked at the side of the flattened floral cloth, there were a few bottles and jars, picked it up and looked at it, only to see that it was written on it, vinegar, salt, soy sauce, sesame oil...... , and there is a small seal under each jar, and the content of the seal reads "Fengyun Ancestor".

Jiang Xiaoyu estimated that he was asking now, and Uncle Qing must have refused to say the same as just now, so he simply lay down on the ground and pretended to sleep.

I don't know how long it took, Jiang Xiaoyu heard the sound of something dragging on the ground approaching this side, and said in his heart that his brother was back!

When he got up and looked at it, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Qing Yuran, and said, "This is the little beast that Uncle Qing said?"

I saw Jiang Renbao dragging a four-legged snake shaped like a four-legged snake with a length of ten meters and a width of two meters in each of his hands.

Rumble!

Jiang Renbao threw the two deadly beasts to the ground, splashing a layer of dust, "The rest is up to you!"

"Don't worry, young master, I will definitely let you have a good time!" Qing Yuran shouted, and five kitchen knives that flashed with cold light flew out of the acceptance ring.

The cold light flew wildly, and the powerhouse of the Transformation God Realm in the eyes of dignified outsiders turned into a cook at this time!

After more than half an hour, the enticing aroma of meat has spread.

The three of them ate with relish.

Just as the three of them were about to finish eating, a figure suddenly fell from the sky and landed in front of the three of them.

"Immeasurable fucking Tianzun! I said how can you smell the fragrance in mid-air, it turns out to be Xiao Qingzi's craft!Come on, come on! Give Dao Ye a few pieces to satisfy your cravings!"

The moment he landed, the fat on his body was like a wave, one by one.

Qing Yuran first threw an inquiring look at Jiang Renbao, and when he saw that the other party nodded, he got up and cut a large piece of golden and oily tender meat and handed it to the hand of Zhengyuan Dao Chang.

A huge chewing sound suddenly came out of the mouth of Zhengyuan, a fat road chief, as if a fierce beast was eating.

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"Let's go!"

The three of them, who were full of wine and food, got up again, ignoring the fat Taoist priest who was still feasting.

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The night gradually unfolded.

The two of them were very fast, and finally rushed out of the mountain range at midnight, leaving the radiant area of the Ancient Holy Land.

After Qing Yuran confirmed the location of the three of them, Jiang Renbao decided to find a place to stay first, so that Jiang Xiaoyu could sleep well.

Finally, in the darkness of the night, they saw a town slowly approaching their feet.

The lights are sporadic and the town has fallen into a deep sleep.

Jiang Renbao and the others pressed the head of their swords and landed in front of the only remaining family in the corner of the town that was still holding the lamp.

The door of this house was not closed, and there were two large white lanterns hanging at the door, presumably because the family had just died.

Jiang Renbao and Qing Yuran glanced at each other and decided to change again.

However, after walking around the streets and alleys, the two returned to the original door.

"Young master, I think, let's not care so much! Go in directly!" Although Qing Yuran tried his best to suppress it, there was still a trace of helplessness in his tone, if he was alone, he would have found a casual family and kicked in the door, how could he have so many vulgar courtesies!

Jiang Renbao glanced at Jiang Xiaoyu, who was asleep, and finally nodded.

A gust of wind blew, the wind whimpered, the two white lanterns in front of the door swayed, the candles in the lanterns flickered on and off, and the moment the two stepped into the door, the vermilion gate closed by itself.

Jiang Renbao was excited, remembering the scary ghost stories his mother told him when he was a child.

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"No!" Jiang Renbao said secretly in his heart.