"It's so beautiful and fragrant red flower, is this a red lotus?" Holding the red flower in his hand, Zhang Yi smelled it lightly, and suddenly it was fragrant, the most fragrant flower he had ever smelled was jasmine, he felt that after jasmine flowered, the fragrance was the most fragrant, but now, the red flower in his hand was more fragrant than jasmine, and this fragrance was extremely strong, as if it had an intoxicating feeling.

"This is not a red lotus, this is a drunken red face. The woman's eyes flashed, as if she was desperately eager to get the red flower in Zhang Yi's hand, and after she took a deep breath: "Can Mr. Luo give me this flower?"

"Lingyu, top-grade or superb, do you have one?" Zhang Yi asked directly.

"I have a lower grade and a mid grade, but I don't have it with me. The woman shook her head.

"Forget it. As soon as Zhang Yi's wrist flipped, he threw a drunken face into the ring.

The woman's face changed, and she immediately said urgently: "Mr. Luo, I can exchange it for other things, what else do you need?"

"As long as the top-grade or top-grade spirit jade, oh, oh, I'll have another one!" Zhang Yi said as he looked into the distance, and there was another red flower, it was this drunken red face, about three hundred meters above him, there was a stone blocking most of it, but it also revealed a red corner.

"Haha. Without waiting for the two to exclaim, Zhang Yi had already crossed over to the side of the drunken red face again, and then continued to uproot.

Although he didn't know what it was, after the person was nervous, Zhang Yi also knew that this flower should be very rare and useful.

The woman and the man chased after them again, with a drunken blush on their faces as greedy as they were.

"Can you tell me what's the use of this flower?" Zhang Yi asked suddenly.

"Then can you exchange one with me? I will exchange it with my 'poetry book' with you. The woman suddenly pulled out a thread-bound book.

"The poetry collection is used for cultivation, there are hidden poems in it, and it has peerless exercises?" Zhang Yi's eyes lit up.

"Not really. The woman shook her head, gently stroked her long hair, and said lightly: "This is a collection of poems I wrote, and the poems I have written are all in it, and among the world, only this one was copied by me personally!"

Zhang Yi is a little blind, what do you mean by writing poetry? But the woman seems to be arrogant.

And the man next to him went, and suddenly said: "Senior Sister Fengyu is a poet on the mainland, and the poems she wrote have been listed as teaching materials for the Dynasty and the Holy Dragon Pavilion!"

"Poof~" Hearing this man's explanation, Zhang Yi almost vomited blood, Ma is a female showman, a who writes poems and composes music!

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in poetry and the like, I also had this kind of book at home when I was a child, but I used it to wipe my ass, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Zhang Yi couldn't help but smile, what is this Nima, a woman who writes poetry is still so proud.

But she also has a bit of a look, I'm afraid that there are many admiring suitors and admirers on the mainland, right?

There is no shortage of fans in any world, and if you write poems well, you will be praised by others.

However, he Zhang Yi is a big old man, a very big and rough kind, so what kind of poetry to talk to him is, that is, to play the piano to the cow.

When Zhang Yi strode away, the woman almost vomited blood, this Luo Dou didn't even know that she was the wind whisper?didn't know that she was the biggest female talent in the Holy Dragon Continent in the past eight hundred years?the most famous bard?

When it comes to wind whispers in the world, which one doesn't know?

Although her cultivation is not very good, the poems she writes are also widely circulated, and she will be regarded as a guest wherever she goes.

Although the mainland is heavy on martial arts, there is still a place for literati, and she is an all-round talent in civil and military affairs, and the previous emperors have personally received her, and she also wrote a poem for her.

Master Wenping, the master of the Holy Dragon Pavilion, has talked to her about the scriptures and aisles, but this Luo Dou actually said to wipe his ass with a book of poetry?

Bad, too bad, vulgar, too vulgar.

"Hey, junior brother......" Just as Zhang Yi continued to walk towards the mountain, Zhang Zijian's voice suddenly came from the bottom of the mountain, because there was an echo on the mountain, so when Zhang Zijian's voice came, it was particularly loud.

"Oh no, what kind of bastard is this? He wants to die?" Fengyu everyone really vomited blood this time, Luo Dou and his senior brother Tai Nima are vulgar and too idiotic, don't they know that this is a snowy mountain......?

With the sound of "avalanche~", the avalanche came, and when there was a clicking sound from the snow-capped mountain, the entire sky instantly turned into darkness, and huge snow fell from the top of the mountain.

The power of nature is forever beyond human beings, even if human beings have cultivated the Immortal Dao, they are powerless in the face of natural disasters such as floods, landslides, earth cracks, volcanic eruptions, meteorites, etc.

Avalanche, there are large pieces of snow falling down, but the avalanche here is different from ordinary avalanches, because there are stones in the snow, and the top of the mountain is full of gravel and huge stones, etc., and when the avalanche falls, the stones will also roll down!

"Run, ......" Fengyu, everyone didn't care about any grace and elegance, and she was so scared that she almost peed her pants and fled into the distance.

Zhang Zijian under the mountain didn't expect that his voice would cause an avalanche, so he was so frightened that he fled to the sky and retreated.

Zhang Yi was in the center of the avalanche, so before he could run, he was instantly buried by the falling snow, and he felt that the whole mountain was shaking, and with the heavy snow and gravel and so on, he was also directly pressed underneath.

"Haha, Lingyu, I picked up Lingyu!" Just as the avalanche was over and a qiē returned to calm, a man who was with the wind whispering everyone, and the male cultivator who didn't have time to escape, rushed out of the avalanche, and he still held a high-grade spirit jade in his hand.

"I'm cǎo, a lot of spiritual jade!" Zhang Zijian, who was floating in the air, also widened his eyes at this time, because with the end of the avalanche, purple spiritual jades were revealed in the mountain, far from dazzling!

"Good thing!" the wind whispered and everyone and the other male cultivators rushed down with a roar.

Zhang Zijian also rushed down after thinking about it, he didn't go to save Zhang Yi, because he knew that this avalanche couldn't kill Naluo Soybean.

Fengyu everyone quickly picked up seven or eight pieces of purple spirit jade, one of which was the best, one was of the top grade, and the rest were all medium or low grade.

The same was true for the other two male cultivators, each of whom picked up seven or eight pieces.

Zhang Zijian was not very lucky, and only picked up the middle and lower grades.

There were about 100 pieces in total, and soon the more than 100 pieces of spirit jade that were exposed outside were picked up by a group of four.

However, this is only on the surface, and there should be scattered spirit jade under the snow surface.

"Bang~", just as the four of them continued to search, Zhang Yi finally rushed out from under the heavy snow, scolding non-stop while going up!

"Senior brother, don't complain, come and pick up the spirit jade, more than a hundred have been unearthed here, there should be more!" Zhang Zijian beckoned to Zhang Yi.

"What? more than a hundred spirit jades?" Zhang Yi was taken aback!

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