"Elder Poison Yi...... He went to seize Bichi Lingzhi. A warrior said tremblingly.

"Bichi Lingzhi!"

Jun Han's head was shocked, and it turned out to be Bichi Lingzhi.

Bichi Lingzhi, a mysterious medicinal material handed down from Tianmai Mountain, has the strange effect of repairing the body and restoring the martial veins.

"Bichi Ganoderma lucidum...... Such a spiritual creature will actually appear here, if I obtain the Bichi Lingzhi, I will definitely obtain greater creation. ”

Jun Han didn't say anything, glanced at these warriors fiercely, then walked to the silver-robed disciple's side, took off the spirit ring from his finger, quietly put it in his pocket, turned around and returned to the team.

This time, everyone in the team looked at Jun Han with admiration and reverence.

Jun Han wore a mask and walked coldly in front of everyone, without saying a word of nonsense.

"Benefactor, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have underestimated you. Xue Ling walked in front of Jun Han and bowed her head and said.

Jun Han looked at Xue Ling's eyes and said in a deep voice: "You have to remember, what you see may not be true, in the future, in this great wilderness, you have to be careful everywhere, don't do stupid things." ”

Jun Han left a paragraph and left in style.

If Jun Han had said these words before, I am afraid that everyone in the team would have sneered at Jun Han, but now, no one dared to question Jun Han.

Xue Ling's heart was extremely regretful, she regretted that she didn't see through Jun Han's true strength.

"Benefactor, these wicked people, aren't you going to kill them?" Xue Ling chased after and asked Jun Han.

Killing a disciple can get a little martial hall attribute point, but Jun Han really can't raise the killing intent to those disciples who have lost their combat effectiveness.

"I don't like to kill. Jun Han replied.

"What about us, can we kill them?" Xue Ling asked.

Jun Han had already mounted a white horse, turned his head to look at everyone, and said, "It has nothing to do with me. ”

With that, Jun Han rode a white horse and headed deeper into the Valley of the Shadows.

He had already seen through the true strength of this squad, and staying in this squad would not do Jun Han any benefit, so Jun Han simply decided to separate from them and move forward alone.

As soon as he took a few steps, Jun Han heard the screams of those Great Heavenly Demon Sect disciples, thinking that he had been killed by these students of the Xuanshui Martial Palace.

Killed the cultists.

Xue Ling raised her head and looked at the direction where Jun Han had just disappeared, her mood was extremely complicated, maybe without Xue Ling's taunt of him, he would continue to stay in the team.

Thinking of the scene when Jun Han used his sword to resist the giant sword for her just now, Xue Ling's heart rippled, and at that moment, a clear figure was imprinted in his heart.

"I did this to him, but he saved me. ”

Xue Ling fell into deep self-blame.

Lan Gu seemed to see through Xue Ling's thoughts, and said, "Senior Sister Xue Ling, don't blame yourself, that brother didn't say a word to blame you." ”

"I ...... Are we going to continue the mission?" Xue Ling sighed lightly, she knew that eighty percent of the rewards for this mission were going to be taken by the mysterious man with the mask.

Lan Gu pondered for a moment and said, "Let's go find Senior Sister Xue Ruo first!"

Xue Ling nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Maybe Senior Sister Qin Xueruo knows that mysterious person......

In the Valley of the Shadows, a purple-red miasma wafted through the forest, making the entire area look particularly weird.

"Knife Momentum!"

"With that knife just now, I seem to be able to cut it faster. Jun Han walked in the path of the Silver Soul Valley, recalling the battle he had just fought with the Silver Soul Cultists, and said secretly in his heart.

"Aura, the aura of the knife man, I already have a preliminary possession, but I still lack something. ”

Jun Han walked in the forest, thinking.

"I have always regarded the knife as my weapon, if I do not use the knife as a weapon, but as a part of the body, in this way, I can turn the knife technique into a body technique, a martial art. ”

Jun Han summoned the dragon madness, and his big arm burst out, and in an instant, thirty-six sword qi erupted and entered a large tree tens of centimeters thick in front of him.

In an instant, the entire tree shattered like a burst watermelon.

"The momentum of the fierce, the momentum of the mad sword!"

Jun Han waved his knife in the forest again, and in the forest, he saw a resolute figure shuttling back and forth, every knife, every slash, with an earth-shattering momentum.

After some cultivation, Jun Han seemed to have some understanding of the use of sword techniques, and he felt that he was getting closer and closer to the realm of the Dacheng of the Dragon and Lion Sword Technique.

Jun Han took out the spirit ring of the silver-robed disciple, his heart moved, and his spiritual power entered the spirit ring.

I saw that in the independent space of two square meters, hundreds of thousands of silver coins were floating in the air, and Jun Han's spiritual power was shuttling through it, and after countless silver coins, Jun Han found a map.

Jun Han took out the map, and as soon as he got his hands on the map, Jun Han laughed.

This map is the map of the Valley of the Shadows, and the flowers are circled on the map, all of which are arranged by the personnel of the Five Poison Sect.

On a location marked in red, Jun Han saw four big characters that got his wish: Bichi Lingzhi!

"This is where Bichi Lingzhi was born?"

Jun Han put away the map, turned around, and walked towards the mountain behind him.

The Yin Soul Mountain, the demonic beasts are crisscrossed, the miasma is pervasive, and countless warriors and demonic beasts have left their corpses and bones here.

Along the way, Jun Han has seen too many white bones, and these white bones seem to be intact, but when Jun Han breaks the white bones, he will find that the center of the white bones has turned purple and black.

"Miasma!"

Jun Han looked at this dark forest, and a faint sense of unease rose in his heart.

If I want to survive in this forest, I must refine some elixir to resist miasma.

Jun Han walked up the hillside, looking at the faint green grass and towering trees in the forest, the name of each plant had long been deeply engraved in Jun Han's mind.

Even though, 10,000 years have passed since the world.

The types of plants have not changed much, Jun Han groped among the mountains, and when he saw herbs, he included them in the spiritual ring.

After some searching, Jun Han found hundreds of herbs, many of which were some precious herbs.

Jun Han found a vacant land, so he took the tripod from the clearing, lit a fire, and refined the elixir.

Three quarters of an hour later.

Jun Han was holding a large handful of elixirs in his hand, and if anyone was here, he would definitely be shocked.

These are all miasma pills, that is, incomparably precious first-grade spirit pills, it is unimaginable that Jun Han actually refined fifty them at one time.

"Fifty miasma pills should be enough. ”

After refining fifty miasma pills, Jun Han's spiritual power was also lost a lot, and he sat down cross-legged and recovered his spiritual power.

At that moment, a deep roar rang out in the forest.