"You're still going to stay here and wait for bugs?"

After recovering the true yuan, Qin Que opened his eyes and looked at Lian Xihan, who was also sitting cross-legged not far away, and asked.

"You?" Hearing Qin Que's words, Lian Xihan was annoyed again, paused and said, "I don't have the same knowledge as you." I don't take advantage of you for nothing, I have a few talismans on me, do you want a cloud talisman or an invisibility talisman?"

Tengyun talisman, invisibility talisman, at least a second-grade talisman, any one of them is more advanced than the divine talisman on Qin Que's body, and it is much easier to use, but where would Qin Que want it, if he really had this plan, he would not have given the spiritual liquid to the other party before, hearing that Lian Xihan was still calculating, he immediately pouted and said: "It's really a daughter, and she actually has so many treasures on her." But keep it for yourself, remember, next time you encounter danger, don't be reluctant to use it, and then you have to be surrounded by a group of bugs, but no one may save you. ”

As he spoke, Qin Que stood up and patted his buttocks and walked towards the peak next to him.

Looking at Qin Que's figure climbing up, Lian Xihan had a black face, and after scolding a few words in a low voice, he stomped his feet and stood up and took a step.

Qin Que didn't have the heart to harm any wind and fall, the reason why this was the case was because of the half-sentence he heard before, which made the disciples of the Fufeng Sect afraid of a group of crows who were still looking for helpers, at least there should be a lot of second-grade demon beasts in it, Qin Que naturally didn't go for the second-grade crows, even if it was the third grade, he didn't have that interest, it was a group of people who made Qin Que tempted.

That's right, what Qin Que was thinking about was the magical spiritual liquid, in his heart, where could the demon beast spirit grass be compared to improving his divine sense and restoring the Qingwu Flying Sword. Whether it was ants or caterpillars before, although they were all different from birds and monsters like crows, they were not all a group?

With the attitude of trying his luck, even if he didn't have it, he could go around, Qin Que swept around, and at the same time climbed with his hands and feet.

Previously, several places had been determined at the foot of the mountain, and there were flocks of crows such as targets, and it didn't take much time for Qin Que to see his destination, dozens of black crow finches were perched on the verge of a cliff that was as smooth as a mirror.

"It should be here, it shouldn't have come yet, the wind is down, don't let me down. ”

Although it can't be like the wind falling, the sword can't be taken into the air, but a cliff wall can't help but wash the veins of the great perfection of Qin Que, but after looking left and right, Qin Que did not bother to go up along the smooth stone wall, but went around to the side, and walked more than ten miles of mountain roads to detour to the side of the cliff, not only to avoid being used as a live target by a large group of second-grade or even third-grade crows, but also to fulfill the thoughts of Qin Que and Huang Que in the back, why not.

Half an hour later, Qin Que leaned over and quietly popped his head out, looking at a flock of birds perched under the cliff more than ten zhang away.

After just a few glances, Qin Que scolded in a low voice: "Your sister, not only a sassy bag, but also a stupid hat, this is a crow? This is clearly a group of magpies." ”

Magpie crows, the body is similar, but one is black and the other is black and white, as long as you are not blind, you can tell it, why will the wind fall and fall to recognize the mistake?

However, Qin Que categorically would not make such a mistake, even if it was full of darkness, a magpie was a magpie, and he was confident that Qin Que was an excellent hunter.

Recognizing this group of birds and finches as black-colored magpies, he sneered in his heart, and Qin Que was also secretly thinking about why they had such strange changes.

Lying in the grass and staring at it for a while, he didn't find any clues, and if he wanted to explore with his divine sense, he had to get much closer. Turning his back, Qin Que slowly climbed along the cliff, wanting to find out what was going on with this group of strange magpies before the wind fell.

Before Qin Que could climb to the nearest place to the black magpie, a loud voice suddenly came from under the cliff: "The wind is falling, you melon goods, where is this crow?

The tone of the native voice of Xichuan is like a song, but it is counting the wind and falling, and there are bursts of chirping at the same time.

The owner of this voice, Le Zheng Qinque, still has some impressions, just because of his unique native voice, it seems to be ranked seventh or eighth that day.

Immediately afterwards, the voice of the wind also came: "The magpie is the magpie, what's the difference." Hurry up, get them out of the way, so I can get my hands on the Tearfrost Broken Leaf Grass. ”

Qin Que, who had just leaned down, had a slightly moved expression, he had only heard half of the words before, and he was only going to kill a group of demon beasts when the wind fell, and he didn't want to have such a thing as Tear Frost Broken Leaf Grass. Under the supervision of Senior Brother Bai Qi, for more than half a year, Qin Que made up for his knowledge about the spirit grass, if Qin Que remembered correctly, the mature body of the Tear Frost Broken Leaf Grass should be a third-grade spirit grass, even if the year is not enough, it is also a high-grade product in the second grade, no wonder let Feng Luoluo be so attentive, to invite someone to help and even invite disciples from other sects.

The original plan was to hide nearby, wait quietly for the wind to fall and lure away the group of magpies, hunt them down, and then go to find out if there is any magical aura. Now things are a little different, if the tear frost broken leaf grass has not yet matured, that group of pitch-black magpies should be a few second-grade demon beasts leading a group of first-grade subordinates, with the wind falling and falling Le Zheng The two Great Perfection monks of the Pulse Washing will definitely be able to collect the spirit grass, and when the time comes, they will have to deal with a group of first-grade and second-grade demon beasts.

If that's the case, it's nothing, it's just a matter of effort, Qin Que is worried that the Tear Frost Broken Leaf Grass is old enough, in that case, it is certain that there will definitely be a third-grade demon beast in it.

It is equivalent to the guy in the late stage of the Tongqi or even the early stage of the Sea Clearing Realm, Feng Luoluo and the two disciples of the Fufeng Sect Washing Realm who he invited Le Zheng want to deal with it, but it will be difficult.

Although he didn't have much of a good impression of the Fufeng Sect and the disciples of the Fufeng Sect in his heart, Qin Que still couldn't do it if he didn't save him when he saw death, if he really wanted the two of them to be in danger, he couldn't say that he would have to take action, and if he had to summon it to a few seniors, he really wouldn't have a chance to find out.

A thought turned in Qin Que's mind, and the sound of fighting below had already sounded.

Without poking his head out, Qin Que could also hear a rough idea, and a burst of chirping sounds came, the group of magpies was attacking the incoming enemy, and the large group of voices gradually faded away, which should have been led away by Le Zheng.

The only few remaining chirps disappeared after a cheer of joy as the wind fell, and it should have been the wind that killed the remaining few magpie monsters.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Que heard several joyful shouts in succession when the wind fell, and eighty percent of the spirit grass was in hand.

The hand holding the Qingwu Flying Sword had just loosened a little, and suddenly Le Zheng's hurried voice came: "My day, the three-grade demon beast, the wind falls, I was miserable by your baby, run." ”

"Huh?" exclaimed.

Qin Que was also in his heart, and he couldn't care about lurking in the grass anymore, so he immediately probed out, but only saw two sword lights in front and a black light in the back, heading straight into the distance.

After thinking about it for a moment, Qin Que let out a low shout: "Fuck your sister, you have to see it before you are willing." ”

As he spoke, Qin Que stood up, jumped off the cliff, and fell towards the place where the magpies had gathered before.

"Huh?" Just standing on a protruding stone, Qin Que first wondered, between a crack in the stone, a one-foot-high, piece of spirit grass with only half a speckled white leaf is not a tear frost broken leaf grass, what is it?

It's a bastard to have a cheap advantage, Feng Luoluo is not a companion teammate, even if he comes back now, he can only meet and share half of it. Qin Que didn't say a word, he raised the Qingwu Flying Sword, clicked a few times, widened the stone crack, and after taking a step, he immediately held the flying sword and drew a circle around the spirit grass, and even dug out the spirit grass with soil and stones, and threw it directly into the storage pocket he carried with him.

Putting away the spirit grass, Qin Que didn't hesitate for a moment, and immediately urged his divine sense to scan the surroundings, wanting to find the traces of the magical spiritual liquid.

This time he was not so lucky, and carefully explored the deepest part of the mountain rock that he could get around the spirit grass, and also explored every place around the place where a group of magpies had settled before, but he never found the breath of the magical spiritual liquid.

If not, Qin Que turned around and stepped out of the crack, and was about to climb up, when suddenly he caught a glimpse of a bright light out of the corner of his eye, and he came close in an instant.

But it was the wind that went and returned, and the wind fell and swept a glance at the stone cracks in the cliff, his expression changed, and he shouted angrily: "Qin Que?"

Before the words fell, another sword light and a black light came quickly in the distance, and Le Zheng led the three-grade black magpie to come over.

Before the person arrived, the voice arrived first: "The wind is falling, you are a melon goods, what kind of ghost is it, and you will hurry up when you get it." Huh, Qin Que?"

In the last sentence, I saw Qin Que climbing on the cliff and was shocked.

"Qin Que, people die for money, birds die for food, some things are not so easy to take. Brother Le, let's go. The wind fell and fell, and with a shout, he immediately urged the flying sword to gallop away again.

Originally, he thought that Feng Luoluo was just a cruel word before leaving, but Qin Que still despised a few words in his heart, but suddenly, he realized that something was wrong, and the black light did not chase after the two sword lights, but stabbed straight towards him.

"Your sister?" In an instant, Qin Que knew what was happening, a branch fell in front of him, exuding a trace of spiritual grass breath, and the tear frost broken leaf grass was not one, but two, and Feng Luoluo had already picked one before, but now a small branch on it hung on Qin Que's collar.

Qin Que's eyes swept over the two sword lights in the distance, where did he not know that he was framed by Fengluo, and said indignantly: "Your sister, it's too insidious." ”