In the distance, a yellow-clothed monk reached out and grabbed a streamer, but the speed of the streamer was too fast, and he grabbed it empty.

As soon as he missed, the yellow-clothed monk grabbed the other streamers, and after about half a column of incense, he finally caught a streamer, and the streamer dissipated in his hand, and finally turned into a broken banner. Collecting the flag, he swept towards the other streamers.

Zhang Jiu kept an eye on the yellow-clothed monk until he was far away.

"I see. He muttered.

Then he stretched out his hand, and a streamer slid through his hand, feeling the feeling of the streamer and the tips of his fingers, and there was no more repulsion that he had encountered. It seems that after the meteor shower, the burial place has also undergone a mutation.

His spirit radiated, swept towards a streamer. Suddenly, the streamer stopped, and then floated towards him, and in a short time he grasped a slightly larger stone in his hand, the surface of the stone was pitted, and there was a piercing cold feeling from it.

'What did you just do, why did this stone fly towards you?' It looks like a piece of extraterrestrial meteorite, which should be similar to the treasure that the four masters got at the beginning, except that his piece is much larger than yours. Zhang Jiu's voice sounded a little surprised.

"Don't you know what I've done?" said Chen Mengsheng with a smile.

'Monster, monster. Hahaha, this is the case, you have the ability to do this, why worry about the first name this time?'

'Even if I become the first name, whatever you are excited about, these treasures will belong to me. ’

If you let me come, it's hard to say if you can be in the top ten, let alone the top one. ’

'Didn't you notice you're talking so much now?'

'Hey, hey. Hurry up and grab the treasure, my broadsword is already hungry and thirsty. ’

Zhang Jiu looked at another streamer, and the spirit cast it again, the speed of that streamer began to slow down, and he flew towards the streamer, looking like he was chasing the streamer. A little later, he got another treasure.

In fact, this streamer also flew towards him on its own, returning to the place of burial again, and the sense of control over the lower-level spiritual weapons was spontaneous again, and as soon as his mind moved, those lower-level spiritual weapons flew to him. Zhang Jiu is completely different from others, others are fighting, he is picking up, relaxed.

If he hadn't spent more time creating the appearance of fighting hard, he would have obtained the treasure more quickly. Despite this, in just a few hours, he had already collected more than a dozen lower-level spiritual weapons, which made Zhang Jiu in the divine soul more and more excited, and even a little crazy.

After a while, there were many fewer streamers around Zhang Jiu than in other places, and he also discovered this situation, so he stayed away from this place and went deeper into other places.

Just as Zhang Jiu was about to grab a streamer, there was a tingling sensation on his hand, and as soon as he withdrew his hand, a dagger glowing with cold light swept past where his hand had just been, and then made a bend and returned to the hand of a middle-aged man with a long face with playful eyes.

"What do you mean by this?" Zhang Jiu looked at the middle-aged man with a long face, and his face became cold.

"I'm afraid you haven't understood the meaning of the Treasure Hunting Society, have you?" the long-faced middle-aged man mocked, "Either get out or ...... Stay here forever. The middle-aged man with a long face said in a somewhat harsh tone.

Zhang Jiu looked at the middle-aged man with a long face, his cultivation was fully revealed, the eleventh layer of enlightenment, and he should have just entered the realm, and he had an aura of unstable realm.

'Hehe, such a good thing, I didn't look at it before I entered the country, and I was so arrogant. Zhang Jiu's voice sounded in Chen Mengsheng's soul.

Zhang Jiu looked at the middle-aged man with a long face, and his face was calm. Finally, an eyeless monk made a move on him, and when he entered the place of treasure burial, Chen Mengsheng hid Zhang Jiu's cultivation realm in the tenth layer of Kailing, and he planned to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. Sure enough, someone was eyeing him.

"Don't you think about it much?"

"It seems that your mind is a little unclear. The middle-aged man with a long face said, "In that case, you should stay here." After speaking, the long-faced middle-aged man threw out the short sword in his hand, pinched it with both hands, and a puff of black smoke spread out from his body and drifted towards Zhang Jiu.

'Jitou Mountain, these gods, engage in these black smoke miasma all day long. Zhang Jiu's voice sounded extremely disdainful.

With a quick grasp of his right hand, the short sword was grasped in his hand, and then Zhang Jiu's other hand waved forward, and a gust of wind followed, getting bigger and bigger. The black smoke was blown away by the wind, and the middle-aged man with a long face was swept by the wind with a frightened face, and there was nowhere to put his body. His fingers kept pinching, and all kinds of light flowed around him, but he still couldn't break free from the shackles of the wind. In the end, Zhang Jiu shook his hand fiercely, and his long-faced middle-aged body was thrown out by the wind for a long time.

Zhang Jiu was in the void, and the long-faced middle-aged storage bag fell into his hands. The divine consciousness was rudely printed on the storage bag of the middle-aged man with a long face, and the divine consciousness that was originally attached to it trembled for a while and then dissipated, and the storage bag was opened, and five broken treasures entered the eyes, and some miscellaneous items were scattered in other places, and a dozen spirit stones were lying quietly in the corner.

Retracting his senses, Zhang Jiu touched the Sumeru ring in his hand, and the storage bag disappeared.

'What kind of realm are you?' Zhang Jiu's voice was full of doubt.

'Ten layers of enlightenment. Chen Mengsheng said with a smile.

'Fart, the tenth layer of enlightenment has this ability? Although my cultivation is already complete, but at this moment you are controlling my body, the "Great Wind Breath" just now is not something that ordinary people can perform, you should also be the first time to use it, but you can easily use it, what kind of realm are you?"

'Ten layers of enlightenment. ’

'Well, forget it. I heard that there is that kind of old monster who likes to play games in the world and often pretends to be a mortal to experience life, so you can't be this kind of person, right?'

', do I look that old?'

'Hey, hey. ’

As soon as Chen Mengsheng defeated the long-faced middle-aged man, Zhang Guang said to Ye Ming: "It is worthy of Ye Minghui to be the ninth master, and he defeated the monk of the same level so easily." ”

"It's also that monk's bad luck, although Zhang Jiu is ranked ninth in the self-styled family, but this person's strength is indeed good, when he challenged the monk of the twelfth layer of the Enlightenment, he almost won. This time I was even more surprised, he defeated the monk of the same rank so quickly, and it seems that he has entered the realm a lot more than three years ago. Ye Ming said with a smile.

The young man in black listened to the two of them talking, and just smiled faintly.

Half a day passed, and with the treasures he received, plus the treasures that he was forced to "fight" from others, Zhang Jiu gained a lot in the place of treasure burial. At this time, everyone slowly moved away from the area of the lower-level spiritual artifact and went deep into the edge of the middle-level spiritual weapon.

Chen Mengsheng released his divine consciousness and swept towards a stream of light not far away, and after a few breaths, he withdrew his divine sense. Sure enough, this was still the case, the mid-level spirit weapon could no longer be controlled by his divine sense, and he had to rely on his own strength to take those treasures like everyone else.

In the area of mid-level spiritual weapons, it is much more difficult to grasp the streamers, and some streamers will still slip out of their hands even after being caught. And the competition for treasures has become much fiercer. Once there is that kind of larger and brighter streamer, there will always be four or five monks vying for it, and even fighting, and for a while, the spiritual light of the treasure burial place will be bursting, and the blood will reflect the sky.

Several people at the top of the peak watched all this with expressionless faces, as if the life and death of these people had nothing to do with them. But if you look closely at their eyes, you will find that there is a hint of expectation buried in their eyes.

Chen Mengsheng's divine sense spread out, locking on a faintly bright streamer, which seemed to be wrapped in a talisman seal, which looked a little quaint. He quietly approached, ready to fight.

At this moment, a person appeared in front of him, and this person looked at him with a strange expression, "Nine masters, I also fancy that streamer." ”

Zhang Jiu stopped in place, looking at the lame old man with an expressionless face, "Oh?"

"Nine masters, I've been paying attention to you for a long time, and the speed at which you collect treasures is a little fast, which makes the old man envious. The person who came was the lame old man, who looked at Zhang Jiu with a playful face at this time and said.

"Eight masters are not bad. Zhang Jiu said lightly.

"Huh. The lame old man laughed twice, then dodged and grabbed the streamer.

A cold light flashed in Zhang Jiu's eyes, and his two fingers quickly pinched the trick, and suddenly a rain of wind blades appeared in front of the lame old man. The divine sense firmly locked on the streamer, and Zhang Jiu also swept towards the streamer.

The wind blade seemed to emerge directly from the void without the slightest warning. Without thinking much about it, the lame old man stretched out his lame leg and kicked it forward. The lame foot suddenly grew larger, turning into a giant foot and crushing at the wind blades.

Bang bang, the wind blade was shattered by the giant kick.

The rain of wind blades dissipated, and the giant feet froze into the void, and the remaining body of the lame old man was thrown towards the streamer.

The two grabbed the streamer almost at the same time, and just when the lame old man's hand just touched the streamer, the streamer suddenly shook forward, and at this moment, it was grabbed by Zhang Jiu in his hand.

"Eight masters, admit it!" Zhang Jiu showed a gentle smile. Then he did not entangle with the lame old man and left, the lame old man looked at Zhang Jiu's back, his face was a little ugly.

"Why didn't you show your true cultivation just now and crush that crippled man fiercely?"

There's no need, it's not too late to meet someone who is really tricky. ’

I'm looking forward to meeting the five masters now. ’

'Hehe, don't look forward to it. Chen Mengsheng said with a smile.

Zhang Jiu looked into the distance, where there was a young man with a cold face, and in front of him stood a strong man, who was slowly falling.

The strong man's expression looked a little dazed, but soon this thought quickly disappeared, and the look in his eyes darkened, and before he could completely collapse, his eyes were already dead silent.

'This ...... It's still a matter of forgetting, it's really a killing technique, and one person dies in one bite. Zhang Jiu's trembling voice sounded.

"This is the killing technique, just the word 'death', and the strong man will die in response?" Chen Mengsheng's voice sounded a little curious.

'Let's go, let's not provoke this evil star. ’

'Homicide, fun. ’

The gloomy young man glanced coldly at Zhang Jiu here, and then left there.

Zhang Jiu's eyes flickered, and then chased in the direction of the cold young man.

'You're crazy, didn't you see what happened to that man?'

Stop, it's a murderous technique, a murderous technique. ’

Zhang Jiu's voice kept pleading in Chen Mengsheng's soul.