It was another morning, and after Yang Cheng returned from the medicine field in the peak, he opened the side door and came to the medicine field next to him.

At this time, in Yangcheng's medicinal fields, there were no longer a few medicinal herbs scattered and scattered, and the others were basically barren.

After months of continuous transplanting, most of the herb seedlings were planted in the field, and only a third of the area was still empty.

Yesterday, because he returned late, Yang Cheng did not plant the seedlings immediately, but had a good sleep first.

When Yang Cheng, as always, took out the herb seedlings in the storage bag again, planted them in the soil, and watered them again, he looked at the medicine field with indescribable relief and satisfaction in his heart.

However, when looking along the edge of the medicine field, Yang Cheng gradually frowned slightly, and his face began to become ugly.

In the medicine field, all the seedlings that were planted in the soil have survived.

But Yang Cheng had just returned from the Fengnei medicinal field under his care, and if he compared the two sides, it was obvious that the medicinal herb seedlings he transplanted back did not grow well.

Yang Cheng clearly remembered that when he was digging in the Zijin Mountain Range, these seedlings were growing vigorously.

But some of the leaves of the seedlings that have been planted now are already withering and yellowing.

Although it was only the edge of the leaf that had the problem, it had already made Yang Cheng start to worry, after they matured, would anyone still buy these herbs that were obviously not growing well?

Or, can you still sell it for a good price?

In an instant, Yang Cheng's mood fell to the bottom.

"What went wrong?" Yang Cheng quickly recalled.

When digging up these herb seedlings, Yang Cheng was extremely careful, and he could be sure that the seedlings' rhizomes were not harmed at all.

"Under the same conditions, why is there a situation where water and soil are not adapted?" Yang Cheng took a deep breath, and several important factors for the cultivation of medicinal herbs were eliminated in his mind, but he still couldn't find the reason.

However, although there is a problem with the herb seedlings, fortunately, they have only grown poorly so far, and there is no direct wilting and death, and Yang Cheng still has time to find a way to remedy it.

With a sigh, Yang Cheng walked out of the small courtyard and walked towards the mountain gate.

During this time, he also picked some mature medicinal herbs, plus the shell materials obtained from killing the red-bellied spider, Yang Cheng's storage bag at this time was unprecedentedly sufficient.

So I'm going to go to the market to sell it and see if I can buy a mid-level magic weapon.

After the matter of the demon spider, Yang Cheng began to really pay attention to it.

As long as he needs to continue digging into the mountains to dig up medicinal herbs, there is a good chance that he will encounter something like a demon spider or being surrounded by someone again.

Yesterday, I encountered a demon spider whose strength was not much different and had only advanced for a long time, and was successfully killed by Yang Cheng.

But what if the next time you encounter someone whose strength is far greater than that of Yang Cheng?

At that time, Yang Cheng may not even be able to run.

Thinking of this, Yang Cheng felt a chill in his heart.

He didn't want to be about to complete the plan, but because of his negligence, his life was not guaranteed, or worse, he was directly eaten by the demon beast, it would be too embarrassing!

Thinking about various situations all the way, when he saw Yunjianfang City from afar, Yang Cheng tapped his toes and manipulated the purple gold sword to slowly fall to the ground.

Entering the Fang Market, Yang Cheng came to He Lao, the shop that sold medicinal herbs last time, and sold all the medicinal herbs that had been accumulated on his body for a long time. Later, he found a refining shop and sold the materials obtained from killing the red-bellied spider to the other party.

Finally, Yang Cheng came to a shop called "Duobaoge".

Entering the first floor, Yang Cheng saw a dazzling array of various magic weapons behind the counter, and he was almost dazzled for a while.

I was even more envious in my heart.

Later, under the reception of a female clerk, Yang Cheng could only reluctantly withdraw his gaze looking at the stairs on the second floor, and followed the female clerk to the counter.

There is no way, although Yang Cheng knows that the items on the second floor must be better, maybe even the top-level magic weapon, but thinking about the spirit stones on his body, he can only be careful with his calculations.

Moreover, even the female clerk who received him turned out to be an immortal cultivator of the third level of qi refining, and she had to make Yang Cheng slander.

"Is this little shield that Daoyou likes?" The female clerk wiped the sweat from her forehead, showed a hint of joy in her eyes, and hurriedly asked.

"Huh? Forget it, don't choose! ”

Half an hour later, under Yang Cheng's tireless careful selection, he finally selected the magic weapon he wanted, a shield-shaped mid-level magic weapon.

"Okay, Chenghui Daoyou Eighty Spirit Stones!" The female clerk breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Yang Cheng with blazing eyes.

"Eighty?"

Yang Cheng's eyes darkened, and he hurriedly reached out to hold the counter.

"Is Daoyou in poor health?" The female clerk looked at Yang Cheng with concern and asked.

"It's okay, it's okay!"

Yang Cheng reluctantly showed a smile to the female clerk, and lowered his head to take the spirit stone.

"A spellbreaker is selling for such an expensive price!" After silently scolding in his heart, Yang Cheng had to obediently take out the spirit stone, and in the relieved eyes of the female clerk, he bought this small shield.

Out of the store, Yang Cheng was completely discouraged, wandering around the market for a while, and then prepared to go back.

Walking out of Fang City, Yang Cheng took out the purple gold sword from the storage bag, glanced behind him inadvertently, and then jumped onto the sword, and the imperial sword flew in the direction of the Spirit Sword Sect.

Stepping on the sword, Yang Cheng suddenly increased his speed and flew out like a meteor.

After feeling that it was far enough away from Fang City, Yang Cheng's body moved again, and the purple gold sword suddenly slowed down and began to fall.

Then Yang Cheng fell in front of a small hill, put away the purple gold sword and entered the woods and disappeared.

At this moment, a sword light appeared after him, hovering outside the hill for a few times, and then slowly descended to the ground.

It was a strange man who followed Yang Cheng all the way from Fang City to here.

"Hmph, where are you going?" The man sneered, looked around, and then followed into the woods.

However, the man was not reckless, he manipulated the magic weapon to protect him, and his forward speed was very cautious.

In the dense woods, the light is bright and dark.

Behind a big tree in the forest, Yang Cheng frowned and looked ahead.

Thinking about it, Yang Cheng felt very unlucky.

I finally saved up the spirit stone and came to Fang City to buy a magic weapon, but I didn't expect to be really targeted.

Yang Cheng noticed it when he left the store, so he began to wander around, but he didn't expect the other party to follow all the time.

So out of Fang City, Yang Cheng went all out to resist the sword, and did not give the other party a chance to intercept him at all.

After seeing this forest, he directly rushed into it to see the other party's reaction.