Chapter Ninety-Eight: Next
"I've heard before that the ancestors once got a piece of resting soil, and I always thought it was a legend, but I didn't expect to see the real thing today!"
The old man of the Wind Clan was full of emotion, "This is the most precious treasure in heaven and earth."
"Senior, this thing is too valuable!"
Jiang Chen pushed Xi Yang out, and he was guilty, he still understood this truth.
Even if the Feng Clan has ancestral teachings, but the world has changed, people's hearts are not ancient, and it is a heavy treasure like Xiyang, there must be many people who are unwilling to get Jiang Chen.
So, instead of being targeted, it's better to take the initiative yourself.
Of course, it's not that he really gives up on the rest of the soil, he is bound to get this thing, and even if the Wind Clan really takes it back, it is only a temporary deposit.
"Kid, this thing is for you, you don't have to be so polite!"
The old man shook his head and pushed the wooden box back.
Several other celebrities, even if they have other thoughts, can only smile and nod at this time.
The village chief put his hand on Jiang Chen's shoulder, asking him to accept it with confidence.
Jiang Chen was "helpless", so he could only be disrespectful!
Xiao Longao turned into a streamer and rushed over at this time, looking at Jiang Chen with an unkind expression.
"Hey, old man, he doesn't want it, I want it!"
Bang!
A snap of a finger knocked on Xiao Longao's head, shaking the hall and roaring, and Xiao Longao seemed to have countless stars shining in front of him, turning in circles.
Without any more politeness, Jiang Chen directly took out the soil and incorporated it into his own sea of suffering.
As soon as I entered, the wind and thunder, lightning and thunder, the waves were monstrous, and the black and white light swept the whole world.
The soil rises and falls between the two springs, perfectly between the dividing lines.
The wordless jade book still occupies the highest position, absorbing the massive divine power of the two springs, especially after the yin and yang springs are integrated into Jiang Chen's bitter sea, a piece of mystical scriptures looms on it.
Xiyang is a treasure of refining weapons, even if it is the ancient emperor, it is impossible to ask for it.
Jiang Chen had already thought about what his utensils were, but he had been suffering from the lack of suitable materials, so he had delayed until this time.
Now, with Xi Yang, Jiang Chen can finally refine the Dao Soldier of his dreams!
In the sea of suffering, countless Dao Patterns will be entwined, and these Dao Patterns will be the embryos of the future, and only when they are fully integrated into it, will their Dao Soldiers be considered to be preliminarily completed.
However, this thing is too thick and hard, and I am afraid that if you want to refine it completely, you will not be able to do it in a short time.
Moreover, someone will not give him this time.
When Xi Yang first began to be born, his vision was shocking, shaking the entire Wind Clan's secret realm, and everyone knew that a heavy treasure was born.
And I don't know what the reason is, the news that Xi Yang was about to be sent to Jiang Chen by the Great Elder of the Wind Clan spread far and wide.
As a result, the entire Wind Clan was boiling, and a group of young people were filled with righteous indignation, and they came to the outside of the Wind Clan hall one after another, wanting to ask for an explanation.
For a while, there was a lot of noise outside.
In the main hall, the Great Elder of the Wind Clan glanced at the other four celebrities with cold eyes, and the news of Xiyang's birth could only come from the four of them.
Moreover, Jiang Chen is a human king and everyone knows that he can't make trouble, so for a while, the Great Elder was also a little embarrassed.
"Elder, the heavy treasure of the Wind Clan, why give it to outsiders, even if it is given to Brother Wutrace, we have no complaints, but if it is given to an outsider, we are not convinced!"
A man in his thirties stood outside the main hall and said to the inside with a sad and angry face, and the other young people had the same expression, full of resentment.
For Jiang Chen, they were suddenly full of disgust.
The Great Elder looked at the village chief in embarrassment, as if asking, what should I do?
Could it be that you will tell the matter of Jiang Chenren's royal body?
The village chief shook his head, even if the younger generation of the Feng Clan misunderstood, he couldn't tell the identity of Jiang Chenren's royal body.
Otherwise, when the time comes, the Western Holy See and the Holy City will definitely make a comeback!
It's just that the minds of the younger generation of the Wind Clan have to be taken care of.
Just when they were embarrassed, Jiang Chen suddenly spoke.
"Why don't you let me try?"
You?
What can you do?
The Great Elder frowned and didn't speak, but his expression at this time was obviously what he meant.
Jiang Chen had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of determination.
He did have a way, and it was very simple and crude.
That is to fight until the younger generation of the Wind Clan is convinced!
Come to fight at the same level casually, and dare to fight if you cross the ranks, let these little cubs of the Wind Clan see what it means to be a human king!
Seeing that several celebrities had hesitation on their faces, Jiang Chen didn't say anything, this matter must have been spread by one or several of them.
However, Jiang Chen didn't blame them, and asked himself, if this soil was his own, he was not willing to give it to others.
It's a pity, Jiang Chen is bound to win!
The road of cultivation is to sail against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat, and it is this road against the sky that you will take, and you must fight for everything.
There is no reason to have a heavy treasure in your hand, and you give it away, no one has done anything wrong, but the position is different.
Bowing to a few old men, Jiang Chen turned around and walked towards the outside of the main hall, and with every step he fell, the aura on Jiang Chen's body rose by a point, like a sharp sword that soared into the sky, and its edge was exposed!
Ay!
After a long time, a sigh from the Great Elder was heard in the hall.
Outside the door, a lot of people had gathered, most of them young people, and some middle-aged people who were full of righteous indignation.
When Jiang Chen walked out, an aura of hatred and hatred emerged from these people in an instant, like a mountain, pressing towards Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen's eyes narrowed, this was someone deliberately giving him a horse!
However, who has ever heard that the king of men will be bent down by the human race!
Rumble!
A mysterious aura emerged from Jiang Chen's body, blocking this surging momentum, like a divine sword that cut through everything.
The hazy Dao sound came from Jiang Chen's sea of bitterness, mysterious and mysterious, as if opening a door of many wonders.
One person was like an iron lock across the river, blocking the forced gaze of everyone in the Wind Clan, calm and calm, with an ordinary expression.
"I took the thing, I have my reasons, if any of you are not satisfied, despite the battle, if anyone defeats me, Jiang Chen will definitely give up the gods!"
Arrogant!
Looking at the young man with a turtle on his shoulder, the monk of the Wind Clan was furious.
It's too arrogant, is he going to challenge the entire Wind Clan?
"I'm coming!"
A young man of twenty-five or sixteen years old walked out of the crowd, walking with a majestic stride.
"It's Feng Xun, he is a monk who is about to step into the secret realm of the Dao Palace, with his help, he will definitely be able to teach this stranger who doesn't know the height of the sky a lesson!"
Seeing this young man, some Wind Clan monks said with a relaxed face.
However, as soon as they fought, Feng Xun, who had high hopes, was single-handedly suppressed by Jiang Chen.
The gap is too big, with the blessing of the Yin and Yang Spring, Jiang Chen's divine power is simply endless, and a battle at the same level is completely crushing.
"Next!"