"Golden Silver-Scale Grass!"

Looking around, Feng Qingyang's gaze was fixed on a dozen meters away, where was a gray lump of soil, in the center of the clod, a small grass covered with silver scales stood there, with a trace of golden light on the top, exuding a fine light.

"This herb is worth 50,000 taels of gold, which is extremely rare, and it can be seen here at will. Feng Qingyang was somewhat surprised, the value of a herb reached 50,000 taels of gold, which was definitely a sky-high price, and if it was refined into a Xuanyuan Body Protection Pill, it was worth at least 500,000 taels of gold, and even the martial artists of the Yuan Realm would compete for it.

Without any hesitation, Feng Qing raised his hand with a move, and the golden light and silver scale grass automatically came out of the soil and flew into his hand, but before he could look closely, the lump of soil suddenly rose suddenly, and two openings opened on both sides, and the cold light converged into a bundle, locking him.

Where is this lump of earth, it is clearly a fierce beast shaped like a crocodile.

Crash!

The crocodile beast broke through the water, and its huge body of more than ten meters pounced towards the wind with a strong corrosive demonic aura, and opened its big mouth full of fangs in the air.

Feng Qingyang was unhurried and punched the crocodile beast in the jaw.

Sonorous!

Tens of thousands of catties of huge strength combined with pure true qi only made the crocodile beast fly upside down for a few steps, and it didn't even appear slightly injured.

"Die!"

A punch was fruitless, and the wind cleared his clothes and hunted, and he punched the crocodile beast in the abdomen again.

Poof!

This punch not only weighed a thousand pounds, but also contained an indestructible edge, which pierced the crocodile beast at once, and the blood stained the swamp red.

took out a black gold silk bag from his arms, Feng Qingyang dug out the crocodile beast Neidan, and threw it into it together with the jade box containing the golden light and silver scale grass.

Tie the bag tightly around his waist, and the wind blows his body and goes deeper.

It didn't take long for the danger to arise again.

From the large trees rooted in the swamp on both sides, dozens of terrifying birds shaped like snakes but with wings flew out, and the strange birds hissed and chirped, attacking the wind from all directions.

"Day Tiger!"

A punch was blasted out, and the umbrella-like black light covered the windy figure, and the terrifying monster birds were bounced out as if they had hit an invisible wall, and they were twisted by the punch, the corners of their mouths were bleeding, their wings were broken, and they fell into the swamp like rain, and gradually sank.

"The ancient realm of Yuanchen is the place of ancient inheritance, and the environment inside retains the form of the ancients, and the fierce beasts are also ancient fierce beasts, all of them are strong and boundless!"

According to the strength of the demonic qi, Feng Qingyang could easily tell that the crocodile beast was a third-level top beast, and the terrifying bird was a second-level top beast, but compared with the fierce beasts outside, the fierce beasts here were more than three points more powerful, and their defense was extremely strong, and even the simple wind explosion tiger fist could not kill them.

I don't know how big the swamp is, the wind has been clear for half an hour, and I still haven't seen the edges.

Along the way, there were countless ancient beasts that raided, just before, a snail beast the size of a calf sprayed a mouthful of mucus at him, this mucus is not only very viscous, like a super glue, but also with poisonous gas, if it is not for the wind Qingyang reacts quickly, avoid it while holding his breath, I am afraid that he will be hit.

In the end, the snail beast was cut off by Feng Qingyang's sword, which was also the first time he used his sword in the swamp, which can be imagined that the snail beast is powerful.

Stepping on the branches, Feng Qingyang retracted his forward leaning body and turned his head to look at the charred black flat dozens of meters away.

On the flat ground stood a ruined stone tablet, on which the inscription was blurred.

In front of the stele, an iron rod was inserted into the earth, revealing only the back half of the monument, which was more than a meter long.

"Hmm!"

Feng Qingyang's eyes lit up, and the iron rod emitted a fluctuation of aura, ordinary weapons did not have this effect, he was sure.

Is it a treasure?

Although he likes swords, it doesn't mean that he will ignore other treasures, in the market, a low-grade treasure weapon is worth at least one million taels of gold, a better one can be sold for two or three million taels, and a top-grade treasure weapon such as a slashing knife can even be sold for four or five million taels.

The crane shadow walked out, and the windy figure disappeared from the branches, and when it reappeared, it was already standing in front of the broken stone tablet.

Reaching out to hold the iron rod, the wind cleared and pulled it out hard.

Bear!

Crimson flames rose into the sky, burning the trees next to them.

This is not an iron rod, but a black iron spear, two meters long and three, the body of the gun has a mysterious spiral pattern, the blade is quadrangular, there are grooves between the edges, and when I look at it suddenly, I think it is a spiral flame burning at the top of the iron rod, which is natural.

"The next grade treasure gun, it's not bad!"

Feng Qingyang can feel the flow of scorching breath in the iron spear, as long as the true qi is slightly urged, this scorching breath will erupt, killing and injuring the enemy, but compared with the tiger head broadsword in the storage ring and the hollow knife of Guixi, it is slightly inferior, the reason why the treasure weapon is a treasure weapon is because of its own strength, such as the tiger head dagger contains knife qi, and the martial artists of the condensation realm can exert great power, as for the hollow slashing knife of Guixi, it is estimated that it is about the same, the power contained in this low-grade treasure gun is flame, and it is undoubtedly the best to cooperate with the fire system true qi cultivators.

Holding the iron spear, Feng Qingyang frowned.

With such a big iron gun, where should I put it, I can't always hold it in my hand!

It's inconvenient to not have a storage ring!

Feng Qingyang shook his head helplessly.

Thousands of meters away, four or five sect disciples scattered all over the place saw a fire shining in front of them, and their eyes flashed, and they swept over without hesitation.

"Somebody's coming. ”

Feng Qingyang's body that was about to leave froze, and after more than a dozen breaths, around him, five sect disciples appeared, all of them from different countries and different sects, looking at the inferior treasure spear in his hand one by one, and the color of greed was self-evident.

"Boy, put the gun down. ”

"Cut off your own arm, spare you from death. ”

"How can you get such a treasure, and you will take it upon yourself. ”

The five of them slowly approached, trying to grab the next grade treasure gun first.

Feng Qingyang sneered, these five people are all peak martial artists in the late stage of the Qi Transformation Realm, judging from the breath, three of them are quasi-five-clothed level, and two are five-clothed level.

"If you want a treasure gun, stay alive first. ”

There is no murderous spirit, no evil spirit, the wind is clear, and there is a sharp spirit, an indestructible sharp spirit.

"Look for death!"

The disciple of the sect closest to Feng Qingyang made a move, and he raised his hand and slapped it out with a palm, and the palm of true qi the size of a grinding disc pressed over.

These are not worthy of his sword, Feng Qingyang held an iron spear and stabbed it out with a shot.

Bear!

The crimson flames burned through the palm of True Qi's hand and struck at his neck.

Syllable!

The skull flew out, and the fracture was charred black.

"He has a low-grade treasure gun, and he does it together. ”

The other four were startled and shouted inwardly.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

A return pistol blasted out, and the shadow of the gun was heavy, like the wind blowing the willows, but it was the wind that cleared the wind and used the iron gun to make a return to the wind and the willows.

The sect disciple who attacked from behind had not yet approached, and there were dozens of charred black holes on his body, which were fatal on his forehead, and half of his skull was blown off.

A single shot stabbed a sect disciple to death, the wind was clear and he didn't breathe, the iron spear swept, and the crimson flames erupted, smashing the left waist of another person.

With a snap, the man's body broke in two and fell into the swamp.

"Run, this person is not an ordinary late-stage martial artist of the Qi Transformation Realm. "The remaining two people at this moment can be understood, Feng Qingyang is not something they can provoke at all, generally speaking, it is already the limit for a martial artist of the same level to compete with two at most with a low-grade treasure weapon, and it is impossible to kill three people as soon as he makes a move, so he must have the same strong combat power to do it.

But it's only running now, it's too late.

One of them ran slower, and his head was blown out by the clear wind, and the other person was already hundreds of meters away, and before he had time to rejoice, he felt a heat in his chest, and looked down, like the tip of a spiral flame piercing through his chest, nailing him to a big tree.

The big tree was burning, and the fire was four rolls.

Walking over and pulling out the iron spear, Feng Qingyang said secretly: For me, the strength of the five-coat level is no longer enough, and I can only blame you for your bad luck.

Without leaving immediately, Feng Qingyang suddenly turned around.

"It's time to show up, friend. ”

Swish!

A figure sprang out and landed on a stone in the middle of the swamp.

"Yes, holding the lower grade treasure spear, I can kill five disciples of the same level in a row, if I can, I don't want to kill you, but you have to cut off your own arm, as for the treasure spear, it can be regarded as my Yun Junxian's victory, how about it." The young man was about twenty-one or twelve years old, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a strong anger on his body, and as soon as a poisonous snake appeared next to him, he kicked it in two.

Kill the second-level top ancient beast in seconds, it's very strong!

Feng Qingyang saw that the other party was not simple, in the Yuanchen Ancient Realm, the defense of the second-level top ancient beast was extremely strong, and even his Wind Explosion Tiger Fist Fist could not be killed at once, but the other party was so understated, if nothing else, this person's strength was close to that of the previous Qinglong Yellow List master.

"Is it just you?"

If it was before, Feng Qingyang was not sure to defeat the other party, but now it is different.

The young man smiled, "In the last Qinglong Yellow List, I was seventy-fifth, but unfortunately the Qinglong Yellow List was only ranked in the top seventy-two, but if you compare me with an ordinary peak martial artist in the late stage of the Qi Transformation Realm, you will die a miserable death, and I can destroy a large number of those people with a single move." ”

"Now if you want to live or die, choose. ”

Boom!

The iron spear was inserted into the ground, Feng Qingyang pulled out the Flowing Wind Sword, and said lightly: "Kill you, one sword is enough!"

"Alas, why are there so many people who want to die, don't worry, I won't let you die directly, I will tear off your limbs and stick them in a tree. ”

Speaking of eerie and terrifying words, Yun Junxian's right foot lightly touched the stone, poof, the stone burst, and his person had already volleyed towards Feng Qingyang, the person was still on the way, and the sharp leg strength cut off several big trees near Feng Qingyang, and the fracture was smooth as a mirror, as if it had been carefully polished, compared with it, Shi Potian was far behind, not at the same level, this Yun Junxian, strong and incredible.

"A sword!"

Feng Qingyang didn't react, shook his head slightly, and slashed out at will.

"How... Probably..."Yun Junxian felt his body disappearing, his eyes could see his back, and his target, who had already put his sword into the sheath, turned around, and the strange feeling made him extremely panicked.