There have been three large-scale monk battles in the Heavenly Desolate Continent in the past thousand years, among which the ancient battlefield in the Northern Desolate Desert is the largest, because the battlefield is on thousands of miles of yellow sand, and the treasures buried in the sand are the most abundant, attracting countless scavengers in the past thousand years.

At this time, behind a sand dune somewhere in the Northern Wilderness Ancient Battlefield, a young man in yellow was crawling on the blazing sand.

His face was haggard, his eyes fixed on the front, and his chapped lips trembled slightly from nervousness.

The young man's name is Wei Hua, he is a junior spirit planter of the Qingyang Sect, and he came here with two fellow disciples to pick up waste this time, but he didn't expect that the two fellow disciples actually harbored evil intentions and were ready to make money and kill here, but fortunately, he had a big life and escaped.

He touched the thing in his arms again, it was still a little hot, it was a disc with pimples on the surface, this was a remnant weapon obtained during the scavenging, and it was precisely because this remnant suddenly became hot when the two of them plotted against him, so that he was alert and avoided the deadly sneak attack.

Wei Hua carefully tucked it into his arms, grasped the old spirit hoe tightly, and looked back at the sand below.

As a junior spirit planter, he didn't have any weapons other than the old spirit hoe in his hand.

The function of the spirit hoe is to sort out the earth qi under the spirit field, when the earth qi is disordered, the spirit field will be like a thousand years of frozen soil, very hard, ordinary tools can not be cultivated on it, can only use the spirit hoe, now he is used as a weapon.

"Senior Brother Wei, come out! we've seen you. ”

Li Feng's tall figure appeared on the sand in front of him, and his originally handsome face became so obscene and ugly in Wei Hua's eyes.

As he shouted, he searched around, there were not many places to hide in the desert, and soon his eyes fell on the small sand dunes where Wei Hua was.

The corners of Li Feng's mouth outlined a smug arc, but his pace was even slower, and he waved in the air with a gesture that only his companion Ma Teng knew, and continued to shout: "Senior Brother Wei, come out! We really have no malicious intentions, you have to believe us, it was just a misunderstanding before." ”

On the other side, Ma Teng secretly walked behind the sand dune, saw Wei Hua crawling on the sand dune, and gestured to Li Feng.

Li Feng saw that Ma Teng had confirmed the target, and he was even more excited, shouting a little louder, attracting Wei Hua's attention, and at the same time, he grabbed a flying knife in his hand.

Ma Teng quietly and quickly approached Wei Hua, who was prostrate on the sand, and when he was almost three zhang away, he suddenly exerted his strength, jumped high, and slashed down with a sword.

The blow was so perfect that he had already begun to fantasize about how much he could get out of a spirit planter later.

"Be careful!"

When Ma Teng jumped high, Li Feng saw a yellow light above the opposite sand dune, and secretly screamed badly, and loudly reminded Ma Teng to pay attention.

It's a pity that he was a step too late, and before Ma Teng's sword could be cut off, the hoe with a yellow halo smashed on his stomach, and immediately Ma Teng let out a miserable scream, and his body bent into a shrimp shape and flew out upside down, landing in the sand in the distance.

However, Wei Hua's blow also exposed himself under Li Feng's eyelids. Li Feng's flying knife shot out in an instant, Wei Hua arrived in front of him before he adjusted the flying knife, he was only in the fourth layer of cultivation in the Qi refining period, and he couldn't condense the Gang Qi to protect his body, he was directly hit on the chest by the flying knife, only to hear the sound of the 'bell' in his chest, a cloud of five-colored light flashed, Wei Hua rolled down to the sand dunes in pain, and his hands covered his chest as if it was burned by fire, twitching in the sand.

Li Feng flew out with a knife and at the same time the person also walked up the sand dune quickly, he saw Wei Hua's appearance and kicked it with a cruel smile, wanting to abolish one of Wei Hua's feet first, and then slowly torture this guy who made Ma Teng suffer a big loss.

Who knew that Wei Hua on the ground suddenly rolled to the side, dodged this powerful kick, grabbed the spirit hoe on the ground with his backhand, and swept it sideways on his left leg.

Yes!

Li Feng screamed miserably, and his hands grabbed the broken left leg with both hands and rolled on the sand.

Wei Hua gritted his teeth and turned over to stand up, picked up the spirit hoe and smashed it at the enemy in front of him.

On the other side, Ma Teng, who was seriously injured, saw that Wei Hua was knocked down by Li Feng, and he was smiling and wanted to come over to take revenge, but he didn't expect the plot to suddenly reverse, the usually polite kid was now like a living demon king, smashing down with a hoe and hoe, only to make Li Feng's blood splash and his brain burst.

Wei Hua gasped and stopped, turned his head to look at Ma Teng, Ma Teng was so frightened that his back was cold, his limbs were weak, and he was so frightened that he couldn't move.

"Senior Brother Wei, don't, don't kill me, he forced me to do it, really, what I said is true!"

Ma Teng watched Wei Hua come over with a bloody spirit hoe, he could no longer support it, and knelt on the ground and begged: "Don't kill me, I'll give you whatever you want, and give you everything on my body!"

Wei Hua sneered: "Does it still make sense to say this now?"

Then without the slightest hesitation, he directly picked up the hoe and smashed it on Ma Teng's head.

Ma Teng's head tilted and fell, his whole body continued to twitch, both eyes protruded, and he suddenly shook a few times, and then stopped moving.

These two people hunted geese all day long, and were finally pecked by geese, thinking that it was not easy to deal with a junior spirit planter, but they made a wrong step and a wrong step, and finally even took their own lives.

Wei Hua gave Ma Teng a few more hoes to confirm that he couldn't die anymore, so he sat on the ground with his butt and touched his chest with his hand.

Li Feng's knife hit the remnant weapon before, allowing him to escape by luck, but the force still broke his three ribs, and the remnant weapon was hit by the flying knife.

Wei Hua rested for a while, and searched along the original road several times, not only did he not find the wrecked weapon, but even the flying knife that shot at him was nowhere to be found, so he had to give up and began to grope for the two corpses.

Li Feng had already been smashed into a ball of flesh and blood by him, and he didn't feel anything when he was emotional before, but now when he looked back at Wei Hua, he couldn't help retching, endured the unpleasant smell of blood, and it took a lot of effort to find a lot of things from the two of them.

Wei Hua was shocked by what was in front of him, and he actually found seven storage bags on them, a beginner-grade lower-grade sword weapon, one hundred and eighty lower-grade Yuan Crystals, and thirty-five Yuan Qi Pills.

He only had ten lower-grade Yuan Crystals and three Yuan Qi Pills per month in Qingyang Sect, and he had accumulated for a long time before he bought a one-side storage bag, and it cost thirty Lower Grade Yuan Crystals.

'Fang' is the unit of size of the storage bag, and the square is the space of a large wardrobe, which is enough for the average low-level monk.

As for the price of a first-grade lower-grade sword, it is about eighty lower-grade Yuan Crystals, and it is not something that Wei Hua, who has just become a junior spirit planter, can hope for.

The price of the Yuan Qi Pill is almost the same as that of the Yuan Crystal, it is refined from the spirit grass that contains the Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth, and the fourth-level cultivation of the Qi refining period like him, taking one, after refining, is roughly equivalent to the usual five days of meditation, which is the pill that low-level monks want to get the most.

Wei Hua glanced at the seven storage bags, don't think about it, this is what the two of them looted from other people, if he is not lucky this time, he will also contribute a storage bag.

He picked up the sword weapon, this is a beginner-level low-grade one-yuan Dao forbidden sword weapon, there is only a sharp gold forbidden on it, which can enhance the sharpness of the sword weapon after stimulation, and the general sword weapon is mostly a sacrifice and refining sharp gold forbidden, simple and direct, what sword cultivation pursues is to break ten thousand laws with one sword.

Wei Hua has not practiced swordsmanship, and the Yuan Crystals he usually accumulates are used in exchange for spiritual planting techniques, and this sword weapon can only be used for appearance in his hands, and it does not play a big role.

Therefore, in his heart, the one hundred and eighty lower-grade Yuan Crystals and thirty-five Yuan Qi Pills are the most valuable, but this sword weapon can be exchanged for some Yuan Crystals, eighty pieces cannot be exchanged, and there is no problem with changing at least fifty pieces.

Wei Hua now only cultivated three spirit planting techniques, which were the Water Spirit Technique, the Earth Spirit Technique, and the Wood Spirit Technique.

Each of them only has a beginner level, and to become an intermediate spirit planter, you need to know at least three kinds of spirit planting techniques, and one of the spirit planting techniques to reach the second level or learn five kinds of spirit planting techniques, and each line at least meets the requirements of the first grade.

Wei Hua had accumulated a few years of Yuan Jing before he finally managed to make up the three series of spirit planting techniques, if it weren't for the fact that he had to have at least one storage bag and a spirit hoe to become a junior spirit planter, he would be reluctant to spend thirty lower grade Yuan Crystals to buy a storage bag and twenty-five Yuan Crystals to buy an old spirit hoe. These expenses are enough to buy the next series of first product spirit planting techniques.

Wei Hua originally planned to try his luck on the Northern Wilderness Ancient Battlefield, accumulate Yuan Crystal for another year, and strive to buy a series of first-grade spirit planting techniques next year, and become an intermediate spirit planter in three to four years.

However, now with this windfall, he can buy the remaining gold and fire first-grade spirit planting techniques at one time, and he can achieve his previous goal in one year.

Wei Hua felt no longer dizzy when he thought of this, and his chest was not so painful, so he changed his clothes first, because the storage bags were mutually exclusive, he had to pin the seven storage bags to his waist, and the other things were put into his storage bags, and then buried the bodies of the two people, and then began to go in the direction of Qingyang Sect.