Wang Lung knew that he had a storage spirit weapon, and he could wantonly collect the blood thorn frost on Egret Island without being known by the tripartite cultivators, but there were two prerequisites, one was that there was a blood thorn frost on Egret Island, and the other was that he could not let Buffon see that he had a storage spirit weapon.

If there is no Blood Thread Frost on Egret Island, it would be useless for Wang Lung to put the entire Egret Island into the storage spirit weapon, but whether there is Blood Thread Frost on Egret Island or not, in fact, Wang Lung naturally knows in his heart, there must be something, but the specific amount is not known.

Ling'er once told Wang Lung that the output of blood thorn frost on the three islands of the Confusion Sea is about the same, only hundreds of thousands of plants, but this number is the data of ten years ago, whether there has been any change in the past ten years, no one knows, after all, no one lives in the Confusion Sea, and few people from the human race and the elf race come here, in case someone goes to the island in advance or a cultivator comes here, it is two words.

Buffon is on his side, even if Wang Lung sees the blood rex frost, he can't collect it at will, after all, Buffon can't sit idly by, even if Buffon agrees to secretly collect some blood rex frost with Wang Lung, Wang Lung doesn't dare to put the blood rex frost into the storage spirit weapon, if the matter of the storage spirit weapon is leaked out, Wang Lung believes that he will become the target of all cultivators, whether it is the elf race or the human race Baishantang, they will be with the enemy and deal with Wang Lung together.

As for how to support Buffon, Wang Lung had already tried, but Buffon did not agree to walk separately, which not only did not make Wang Lung helpless, but he was happy in his heart.

How does Buffon plan, in fact, Wang Lung can guess some, it is nothing more than looking for an opportunity to sneak attack himself and kill himself in seconds, as for the responsibility, it can be completely pushed to those unwarranted dangers on Egret Island, or find a beach, throw the corpse into the confused sea, and then secretly scavenge some blood frost. Then go back and report the news, as for whether those cultivators believe it or not, in fact, no one cares, anyway, Wang Lung is dead, and for a civilian, its value is about the same as an ant.

Wang Lung was convinced. Buffon will definitely sneak attack himself, but he can't confirm when the other party will attack, but Wang Lung is happy to see the other party sneak attack, he is not afraid of Buffon's sneak attack, even in the face of the sneak attack of the foundation building period cultivators, Wang Lung will not worry, let alone Buffon, who is just a civilian.

If Buffon's sneak attack can't kill Wang Lung, Wang Lung will naturally not give the other party a good face, and whoever makes the first move will be at a loss. Wang Lung wanted to take the initiative to kill Buffon, but he wanted to make fun of the other party and give himself a good reason, which was nothing more than standing on the side of reason.

The two walked slowly, Wang Lung focused most of his attention on searching for the Blood Frost, leaving only a little observation of Buffon's movements, and it was very hidden, so that Buffon could not see that he was watching out for him.

Buffon, on the other hand, is the opposite of Wang Lung. He couldn't wait to stab Wang Lung to death with a knife to complete the master's instructions, but every time he wanted to do it. Wang Lung seemed to be unaware, but there was an inexplicable danger in his heart, and this sign came very suddenly, so that Buffon didn't know how to make a move for a while.

A quarter of an hour had passed, and no matter how slow Wang Lung and Buffon were, they had already entered Heron Island. Along the way, they found some Blood Frost, but they were relatively scattered, and their total number was only a few thousand, which was enough for Wang Long. But for the tripartite potential, it is insignificant.

In fact, Wang Lung is more anxious than Buffon, a few times I saw Buffon want to do it, but suddenly changed his mind, Wang Lung didn't know the reason, so he could only do it in a hurry, two hours is not long, it is not short, and if it is consumed, I am afraid that the blood reed frost will not be able to scavenge much.

Wang Lung wanted to turn around and tell Buffon directly, stab me quickly, you can't stab me, I'll stab you to death, so it saves a lot of trouble, but it's a pity that he still has to be false with the other party, so naturally he can't pull his face.

In fact, Wang Lung also thought that if Buffon didn't make a move within half an hour, he wouldn't be ready to spend it with the other party, time waits for no one, and now he is far away from the place where he lands on the island, as long as he makes a quick move, he believes that Buffon is not an opponent at all.

Time is not good for himself, Wang Lung decided to create an opportunity for Buffon first, slowly Tuzhi, the other party is slow to start, maybe there is a last resort, must quickly get rid of this embarrassing situation, otherwise both of them will not be happy.

Thinking of this, Wang Lung began to think about how to create an opportunity for the other party, and it was definitely not possible to remind him clearly, he had to pretend that he didn't care, he didn't defend himself, and his entire back was completely exposed in front of Buffon's eyes, and the distance between the two could not be too far, so that the other party could hit with one blow and he would have no time to react.

These requirements are all combined, which makes Wang Lung have a headache, he is really a masochistic life, and now he is thinking about others to create an opportunity to kill himself, if he talks about it, I am afraid that he will laugh off other people's big teeth.

Wang Lung thought as he walked, and when he got past the tea effort, Wang Lung swept his eyes to the grass on the side, and a slightly conspiracy smile flashed on his face, fortunately Buffon didn't see it, otherwise with the other party's cautious mentality, even if Wang Lung was full of wisdom, Buffon would not be fooled.

Although Egret Island is an island, its topography is somewhat similar to that of a basin, with high on all sides and low in the middle, and in the very center, there is even a small pond connected to the Confused Sea, and Wang Lung and Buffon are right on an open field, surrounded by uneven weeds.

The main reason why it is said to be a weed and not a spirit grass is that the spirit grass is scarce, and it is easy to mix with the surrounding weeds if it is not subdivided.

Wang Lung walked carelessly, his eyes falling into the distance from time to time, and in Buffon's eyes, Wang Lung was faithfully fulfilling his duty to find the whereabouts of the Blood Frost.

Suddenly, Wang Lung's body was stunned, and his eyes focused on a small area not far from the left, Wang Lung's actions fell in Buffon's eyes, making him vigilant, but then he wondered, as Wang Lung looked at it, there was nothing wrong with that meadow, there was no shadow of blood frost, what was going on?

Ignoring Buffon beside him, Wang Lung took two quick steps to the left, squatted down directly, looked down at the weeds on the ground, and stretched out his right hand as if to distinguish carefully.

Seeing this, Buffon just wanted to squat down and check like Wang Lung, but standing behind Wang Lung, his right foot that had stepped out of the road retracted, and he found that Wang Lung's back at this time was two feet in front of him, and his body and mind all fell to the ground, without any defense, how could he miss such a good opportunity.

Slowly half-squatting, if Wang Lung saw this action. would have thought that Buffon was going to join in the fun like himself to see what kind of spirit grass he had found, but in fact, Buffon had to pull out the short blade from his leather boots, which was a murder weapon given by his master before leaving. He didn't have a storage artifact, and he was afraid that Wang Lung would see the clues, so he could only stuff them in leather boots.

On the way, Buffon wanted to attack Wang Lung several times, but he ignored one point, the short blade was hidden in the leather boots, and to take it out, he had to bend down and bow his back. That impulse can only be put away temporarily.

Buffon regretted why he had hidden the short blade in his leather boots in the first place, and if he had hidden it in his sleeves, he would have already succeeded in it, but he had spent it until now.

In fact, with Buffon's cultivation, he shouldn't have been so cautious, and now in the late stage of Qi refining, he is only one step away from entering the comprehension period, although he has not reached the foundation building period. It can't be regarded as a cultivator yet, but there is not much difference in the physical strength between the comprehension period and the qi refining period. Even if Wang Long's cultivation reaches the late stage of comprehension, he may not be able to match himself in terms of physical strength, after all, Wang Lung is a human race, and he is a demon race.

There is a difference in body size between the human race and the demon race, either the human head and the beast body. Either the beast head and the human body, this is the difference between most of the demon race and the human race, and there are some individual phenomena, but the biggest difference between the human race and the demon race comes from the body.

Between the demon clan and the beast clan, it is not nice to say. They have a close relationship, in the case of Buffon, if it is a pure wolf, in terms of physical strength alone, under the same cultivation, Buffon is not as good as a wolf, but even if it is inferior, it is not much different, at most the gap is only two percent, this is only for the beast race, if the demon race is compared with the human race, the demon race is inherently twice as strong as the human race in terms of physical strength, or even higher.

Before becoming a cultivator, the Terran race was the race with the worst physical strength among the major races, and Buffon's cultivation in the late stage of Qi refining was comparable to that of the early stage of the Terran foundation, even if Wang Lung had a sense of the cultivation in the later stage, it was still weak in Buffon's eyes.

Now that there is a spiritual weapon given by the master, although he can't drive it, with the sharpness of the spiritual weapon, not to mention the little Wang Long, even if he is a cultivator in the foundation building period, he doesn't dare to face it directly.

When Wang Lung's attention was attracted by the unknown spirit grass in front of him, Buffon's eyes showed a hint of fierceness, and at this time, his right hand had already touched the short blade hidden in the leather boot, and the short blade was slowly revealed from the boot with a light hook of his fingers.

Feeling the short blade slowly detaching from the leather boots, Buffon stared at Wang Lung's back with good eyes, for fear that the other party would suddenly turn his head at this time.

Time passed slowly, at this time Buffon felt that it was still more than a hundred years, his forehead oozed a trace of fine sweat, trying to calm the tension in his heart, and he did not dare to gasp, just when two fingers climbed the blade handle and five fingers were closed, Buffon saw Wang Lung's body move, and his head turned slightly, as if he wanted to look at himself.

Seeing this, Buffon's hand slowed down, leaned forward to Wang Lung and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wang Long was stunned and said: "Look at this spirit grass, whether it is Zichenxiang or not, I can't make up my mind, I look at its appearance is very similar, but the year is a little different, has Brother Bu seen it." ”

When Wang Lung spoke, he casually pointed to a spiritual grass on the ground and asked, the Zichenxiang he asked was also considered a fine product among the spiritual grasses, ordinary cultivators were bound to be very excited when they saw it, and the surrounding weeds, in terms of appearance, were ninety percent similar to Zichenxiang, only one was relatively individual, that is, the one he fingered.

Seeing that Wang Lung's attention was really diverted by himself, he didn't look at himself when he spoke, but focused on the so-called Zi Chenxiang, which made Buffon somewhat relieved, if he hadn't had an idea, he was really afraid that the sneak attack would not succeed but would be alerted by Wang Lung.

As for whether the spirit grass that Wang Lung was referring to was Zi Chenxiang, Buffon didn't care at all, his eyes were fixed on Wang Lung's left face, his right hand clenched the short blade, and said viciously: "Go to hell and ask." ”

While speaking, Buffon's right arm poured all his strength, and the short blade stabbed Wang Lung's heart fiercely, hoping that Wang Long would be pierced with one stab, but unfortunately, his idea was good, but he failed to pierce Wang Lung's body, only a hole in his clothes, and not even a trace of blood remained.

Buffon made a short blade shot, and instantly felt as if he had stabbed himself on the iron plate, and let him do it with all his might, but the short blade could not penetrate a single bit, and his heart was shocked, his eyes left the left side of Wang Lung's face, and looked at the direction of the short blade.

That's right, it's really Wang Longhou's heart, but what can't be pierced into the other party's body, is there any protective armor in Wang Longhou's heart, but no armor is found under a closer look, the clothes have been torn, the skin and the tip of the knife touch, there is no blood on it, only a white mark.

The short blade left Wang Lung's body, and the mark disappeared without a trace in an instant, what was this for?

The reason, Buffon will never know, he is dead at this time, and as for why it was planted in the hands of Wang Lung, he can't figure it out.

The spiritual grass on the ground is indeed Zi Chenxiang, Wang Lung did not deceive Buffon, when he was thinking about how to create an opportunity for Buffon to sneak attack him, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Zi Chenxiang, and Wang Lung knew that the opportunity had come.

In order to confuse Buffon, Wang Lung ignored it, squatted directly in front of the Zichenxiang, counting how long it was, at that time, his mind was indeed on the Zichenxiang, Buffon followed closely behind, and could hear the other party's footsteps in his ears.

Buffon carefully took out the short blade, the process was extremely difficult for him, in fact, it was the same for Wang Lung, how many years Zi Chenxiang had, he could see it clearly at a glance, 1,800 years, the years of Zi Chenxiang had been counted clearly, but Buffon's sneak attack had not yet been made, which made Wang Lung very depressed.

Wang Lung was afraid that Buffon would retreat again, so he turned his body slightly, causing the other party to be alert, if Buffon gave up, Wang Lung decided to take the initiative, but he didn't expect Buffon to use words to divert his attention, which made Wang Lung stunned at the same time, but also admired the other party's alertness, so Wang Lung will plan and let Buffon take the initiative to sneak attack.

Buffon's sneak attack was unsuccessful, his strength was like scratching his boots for Wang Lung, and his heart was only slightly itchy, without the slightest pain, while Buffon was stunned and shifted his gaze, Wang Lung took out the war knife from the storage spirit weapon with his backhand, and slashed down the opponent's neck. (To be continued......)