There are a lot of genius treasures in the forest, Luo Fei'er, as the best wood spirit root, feels extremely sensitive to wood spirit power, and the two of them pick a place with strong wood spirit energy to find, not to mention, this method is not bad, the two of them found a lot of spirit grass elixir, and they have gained a lot.

He Ping peeled open layers of black dirt and dug out a radish-like thing from between the intricate weeds and roots.

"Rich, hehe!"

He Ping lifted this thing above his head and shook it at Luo Fei'er, who was on guard not far away.

Luo Fei'er is also smiling like a flower, such a big ginseng, I don't know how many years, the spiritual power is even richer than the four thousand years of spiritual grass they originally obtained.

Deep in the forest, in a lush place, countless green vines climbed the branches and formed a huge web of impermeable wind in midair.

The two forces are fighting fiercely here, and the target is a few spirit fruits on top of a giant tree.

A young monk in white scolded loudly: "You Kunlun faction these shameless villains, what kind of ability do you have to take advantage of people's danger?"

"Brother Liu laughed, everyone can do what they can, what is shameless or not shameless?" One of the blue-clothed friars chuckled.

"Bah, we just killed the Phantom Leopard Beast, and you appeared, it's too coincidental!" As he spoke, the sword in his hand flashed and struck at the blue-clothed monk on the opposite side.

"Don't talk nonsense, we want all the eight purple pearl fruits. Get out of the way, or die!" The blue-clothed monk Chang Ge pushed aside the sword shadows one by one, his expression calm.

"If it weren't for Senior Brother's serious injuries and not recovering, where would it be your turn to be arrogant?" A short-bearded whitefriar said hatefully.

Under the big tree, a young man in white who was covered in blood was meditating and healing. Not far away lay a golden leopard, motionless, apparently dead. A pale golden sword thrust through the leopard's neck and peeked through one of the leopard's eyes.

The blue-robed monk glanced at the meditating monk, obviously a little jealous.

"Get out of the way, or don't blame us for killing the killer!" The blue-clothed monk snapped.

"Don't think!"

The white-clothed monk who blocked him gritted his teeth and urged the spiritual power of his whole body, and the sword suddenly turned red, and streams of scorching heat emanated from the sword, obviously desperate. Seeing this, the four or five monks behind him also took out their own spells to press the bottom of the box. For a moment, all kinds of lights flashed and attacked the side of the blue-clothed monk.

Seeing that the other party was already desperate, the blue-clothed monks naturally tried their best, they were already superior, and now they went all out to crush the white-clothed monks to death at once.

The bluefriar led by him pinched a spell, and a pale blue light mask appeared around him, blocking all the attacks of the whitefriar. Immediately after, his Changge pointed straight at the sky, and streams of translucent spiritual power flowed towards Changge's tip, and the surrounding air seemed to become viscous.

Changge's blade became brighter and brighter, a little dazzling.

"Drink!" the blue-clothed monk roared, and Changge drew a semicircle and struck at the white-clothed monk in front of him.

The whitefriar tried his best to dodge, but found that no matter how he dodged, he couldn't escape Changge's attack.

Bang, the white-clothed monk was hit in the waist by Changge, and flew up like a broken sack, spurting streams of blood in mid-air, rolling down among the weeds, life and death unknown.

The meditating white-clothed monk suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes revealed a fierce killing intent.

"Yan Han, you deceive people too much!"

The white-robed monk stood up from the ground, walked over to the golden leopard, and drew a small pale golden sword.

"Today, I will fight to repair and be damaged, and I will kill you here!"

The white-clothed monk let go of his palm, and the pale golden sword roared and flew into the air. As he struck out one after another, the pale golden sword gradually grew larger with a gentle humming sound, and finally turned into the size of a door panel.

Yan Han didn't dare to hold it up, and a stream of spiritual power was injected into Changge, and Changge's blade dazzled again. Yan Han held Changge in his hand and stared closely at the giant sword suspended in the air.

Jian Xiu is known for his fierce attacks, and although the other party was not lightly injured when he made a move with the Phantom Leopard Beast, it also made him have to deal with it carefully.

The giant sword flew up in the air, and in mid-air, the tip of the sword tilted downwards and slammed down diagonally.

Boom, the giant sword and Chang Ge collided together, and the huge spiritual power fluctuations spread, and the monks who were fighting fiercely around them were rushed out, leaving a large open space near Yan Han.

Yan Han directly faced the power of a sword, and was smashed to one knee, and two mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth one after another.

Under Changge's shock, the pale golden sword had already regained its original form, flew out diagonally, and inserted it into a big tree, half of the sword body was submerged in the trunk.

The white-clothed monk ran wildly with blood, and his face was as pale as paper.

Just now, it turned out to be a lose-lose situation. Just as the two of them were about to strike again, a thick branch on a big tree not far away bent silently, and then with a pop, the branch bounced back. A figure was bounced off by a tree branch and flew straight towards the purple pearl fruit in the sky!

"Stop!"

"Daredevil!"

A roar of anger rang out, and many spells attacked the figure in the air.

Yan Han lifted Changge, poured all the remaining spiritual power into Changge, and threw Changge out violently. Chang Ge attacked the man's back with fierce killing intent.

The white-clothed monk who was originally fighting with him didn't have time to draw his flying sword, pinched the magic trick in his hand, and condensed a stone giant sword in his hand, slashing at the figure in the air.

The figure in the air ignored these and continued to rush towards the purple bead fruit in mid-air. This guy is so big, can he resist so many spell attacks?

With a snap, an ice arrow was nailed to his calf, leaving only a small wound. Whew, a fire bomb hit him in the shoulder, his robe burned, he didn't change his movements, and rushed towards the tree with the flames. This guy is really going to resist.

Changge was very fast, and he was about to rush to the vicinity of the figure. At this moment, several thick giant trees suddenly appeared in the air.

The Giant Wood Technique, the Giant Wood Technique that I don't know who released it there, was just calculated, just separating everyone's spells from that person, including Yan Han's Changge and the white-clothed monk's long sword.

Everyone saw the giant wood technique, but this person's giant wood technique was a little different, the fracture of the giant tree was wet, and the giant tree still had this branch growing on the skin, and the emerald green leaves hung on the branches, exuding a strong wood spirit power. These giant trees are also unusually thick and heavy, and have an indestructible feeling.

This is not an ordinary giant wood technique at all, it is simply comparable to the spells of the predecessors in the foundation building period!

Sure enough, all the spells struck the giant tree, or sent out a series of sparks, or shattered into a large piece of rubble, or condensed into a single ice crystal, and none of them could shatter it.

The dazzling Changge was obliquely inserted into the giant tree, although the giant tree penetrated, but it was also weak, and was carried by the giant tree and fell to the ground with a bang.

The stone sword condensed by the white-clothed monk in a hurry broke directly and fell to the ground.

The monk with the fire in front and back was none other than He Ping, and He Ping believed in Luo Fei'er's methods, so he naturally wouldn't waste time caring about those spells that attacked him.

In fact, the two of them have been here for a long time, and they have already made plans on the side, including how He Ping will attack, when Luo Fei'er's spell will be released, and where to release it, these have been rehearsed many times in their hearts.

He Ping jumped onto the big tree, raised his hand, and quickly picked two purple bead fruits. Turn and rush in the direction in which he appeared.

"He picked the purple pearl fruit!"

"Stop him!"

Many monks made a move again, this time Yan Han and the white-clothed monk did not make a move, firstly, their weapons were not in their hands at the moment, and secondly, they knew that they could not stop them.

Sure enough, this time He Ping resisted part of the blow again. When his body was suspended in the air, a vine suddenly stretched out in the distance, He Ping grabbed the vine with one hand, pulled it hard, and his body was faster with the power of the vine, and he escaped from the range of everyone's attack spells.

After He Ping landed, he didn't stop for a moment, and jumped into the bushes.

No one pursued He Ping, and the original fight stopped. Just now they fought desperately, but others took the lead. Fortunately, the guy was not greedy and only picked two. There are still six of them here, is it necessary to continue fighting?

What if there is such a bold guy again? No matter how good it is, it is really good if it fits in your own pocket.

I don't know who was the first to rush out and run towards the big tree with the spirit fruit. One person took the lead, and everyone took action.

A white-clothed monk took out a flying sword, jumped on top of it, and with a whoosh, the flying sword flew into the air. In a flash, the monk had flown to a purple bead fruit.

These fools, don't they know that Edgeworth flies, or can't they buy a flying sword at all? A flash of purple lightning struck through a gap in the leaves overhead, reducing the monk to nothingness, not even the flying sword at his feet.

This made many monks who were about to give up the idea of flying. Everyone used their own tricks and climbed the big tree one after another.

Some climbed up with daggers in hand. Some people find vines, tie a heavy object to one end, shake it vigorously, and wrap the weight around the branch, so as to fix the vine to the branch, and then grasp the vine and climb up. Some people, like He Ping just now, climbed the trees next to them first, and then found a way to jump over. More monks ran under the tree and climbed straight up.

Although everyone's purpose was to have those few spirit fruits, if there was a chance to drive others off the trees, everyone refused to let go, not to mention that these monks did not belong to the same camp in the first place.

As a result, many people will intentionally or unintentionally, or accidentally kick the monk next to them off the tree. In the end, the six spirit fruits on the tree were obtained by the four monks with high mana.

It didn't matter about the camp now, after the four monks got the spirit fruit, they didn't hesitate to choose a direction and leave here.

He Ping took out two snatched spirit fruits.

"Anyway, what's the use of these two spirit fruits?"

"I don't know!" replied Lofeel crisply.

"Aren't you a Dan Master?" He Ping was a little speechless.

"I've just studied a little, and I don't even touch the side of the Dan Master! Besides, the master is keeping a close eye on my cultivation, so he doesn't have time at all!"

He Ping shook his head and stuffed a spirit fruit into Luo Fei'er's hand. Looking at the appearance of those two guys, this thing should be very precious, go out and study it again!