After the dragon side was speechless for a while, he resolutely ran away, it was obviously a stupid act to consume energy with these unopened spiritual things, and it was the best strategy to maintain physical strength for the unknown real threat at all times, and after running for about three or four miles, he got rid of these little things. It wasn't until an hour later that Long Fang accidentally found a few small Que Feng grasses, which were actually hidden in the middle of a large pile of bushes, if it weren't for Long Fang casually using the scabbard to pluck the bushes to prevent small beasts from hiding in them and sneaking attack, they might have missed it.

This made Long Fang frown, he carefully and cautiously glanced around a few times, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he took out his long sword and carefully sawed off the shrubs that blocked the spirit grass, and looked at this hard-won treasure like a treasure.

The golden oval leaves are split in two on the light yellow rhizome, and the whole rhizome of the grass is only three inches above the ground, and it seems to be very weak under the huge bushes, and it looks like it is crumbling at any time. Long Fang carefully observed, and compared with the description in the book, most of the descriptions can be matched, according to the relevant descriptions, the current strain should be newly grown in recent years, at most three years of fire. It is rumored that no matter how big or small the grass is, where it is, and how big the wind and sand are, it will not hurt it in the slightest, and even if the manic desert storm blows, it is still beautiful, as if it is protected by the gods. If a Condensing Realm monk saw this grass, even if he was not ecstatic, he would be moved, because both the leaves and rhizomes of this grass were wrapped in a faint spiritual light. It's just that although Long Fang's body is more condensed after taking the pill in the secret room, and the true qi is becoming more and more pure, it is still a realm of martial cultivation that has reached the peak realm of the mortal body of the body, and if he can't break through the condensing true realm, he can't discover the mystery at all.

Long Fang cautiously watched the surrounding situation for a while again, and after confirming that there was no abnormality, he hurriedly shook his long sword and dug a small pit in the sandy ground centered on Que Feng Cao, because the senior and the book recorded that no matter what the appearance of Que Feng Cao on the surface of the ground, it was its rhizome that had medicinal value, and ensuring that the rhizome was undamaged was to preserve the most complete medicinal properties. Therefore, the dragon side has been cautious, and after digging a small pit that is a foot deep, a strangely shaped rhizome finally leaked out completely, and several fibrous roots were not scattered everywhere like ordinary vegetation, but tightly clumped into a ball, firmly protecting the taproot in the middle, only about the size of an egg. Long Fang didn't dare to delay more, carefully took out the Que Feng Grass with the stems and leaves, took out the storage bag, removed the sealing seal, and aimed at the Que Feng Cao, only to hear the sound of 'whoosh', and the whole plant disappeared in an instant, making the Dragon Fang, who wanted to visit the magic of the storage bag, speechless for a while. The next thing to do was to restore the scene as much as possible, throwing the broken bushes into the bushes, and confusing the surface for a while, before he took a breath, his forehead was already stained with sweat, but it was difficult to hide the excited expression.

Although this Que Feng grass is smaller than the one explained, and the amount is not enough, as long as you encounter one or two more plants, you can complete the task and return to the court. Long Fang wanted to close, wiped the sweat stains on his forehead, and walked forward again. Just an hour after he left, a figure just flashed, and he crossed a distance of more than ten zhang from the dust and came to the huge bush. "Someone actually came before me, who is it? Why is my 'Reflection Disk' not displayed in the slightest?" The Dharma plate is square, with a large circle engraved on it, and all kinds of strange-shaped symbols and characters in the circle are densely packed, crisscrossing in dozens of well-organized horizontal and vertical lines, and a yin and yang Taiji pattern is embedded in the center. This person is dressed as a Taoist, although he is in the desert, he is not stained with any dust around him, it is Ding Qi. Previously, after he disagreed with Le Lan and Yan Yu, he entered the Phantom Desert Sand Sea alone in a fit of anger, and somehow, he took a route with Long Fang by mistake.

I saw Ding Qi recite the incantation lightly, and a spiritual light entered the magic disk, and a burst of light on the spiritual disk was easy to turn, and it disappeared again after a flash in the pan. "Hey, it's strange, could it be that this person has a treasure that conceals the fluctuation of spiritual power, or is the power of the peak of the late stage of the Condensing Truth Realm, the latter is not very likely, if the cultivation reaches that point, how can he dig a small Que Feng Grass with his bare hands, although the Que Feng Grass does cherish abnormalities in the world, and it is also the basic material for some elixir refining, but it is nothing to us and other monks. Could it be a mortal, let alone impossible, although this Illusory Sea Desert is no longer violent in the past, nor is it something that mortals can afford. Turning his mind and thinking again, "As long as it is not the peak realm of the same level, hehe, if there are good things in you, if you meet it again, you can't say that you want to cheapen me Ding, hey, hey, hey-in short, you must not go back empty-handed, and it is not easy to explain!"

Somewhere more than 100 miles west of the dragon side, a Miaoman figure was standing motionless, staring at the dozen or so earthy yellow crabs blocking in front of him, looking thoughtful. 'These little things seem to be at least more than 100 years old, how can they not seem to have the slightest spirituality, otherwise how can they not feel the power of this girl's breath, if they have run away from their lives in the past, what kind of trouble is this going to be now?' This woman holds a jade flute in her right hand, and her green clothes are particularly conspicuous, and her slim figure stands on the desert sand sea to make people's eyes shine, it is Le Lan. More than a dozen feet in front of him, more than a dozen small things with yellow shells were coming together, and they opened two big pincers to demonstrate to Le Lan, and the blood-red little eyes stared closely at this 'guy' who came from out of town, obviously Le Lan violated their territory, but he was very afraid of the opponent who was far more than his own in size and momentum.

Seeing that Le Lan did not retreat at all, a pair of big pincers clicked louder and denser, and suddenly there was a faint sound from the depths, the sound was like a conch, and like a cow's horn, a little weird, and it disappeared after a few whining sounds. Le Lan frowned, and wondered: Could it be that the evil cultivator has also come to join in the fun? It's just that the dozen or so sand crabs in front of her interrupted her train of thought. After the strange voice sounded, I saw that the sand crab, who was still a little jealous, suddenly trembled, and its two little eyes turned a little red, waving big pincers and rushing towards Le Lan like crazy.

Le Lan is so smart, she understands the reason at once, it turns out that these little things are controlled by people or demon cultivators, hmph, this girl will naturally not increase the killing, but if you dare to drive the sand crab to stop this girl, it is tantamount to starting a war and confrontation, how can you stop when you are found. A few little guys are trying to stop me, joke. With a flick of the green sleeves, a wave of air withdrew, and the delicate body jumped backwards two or three feet, and one turned forward in the air, spanning a distance of seven or eight zhang at once. At the same time, the air waves rolled up the floating sand and pushed more than a dozen sand crabs into a few big somersaults, and when they got up again, the surroundings were yellow and cloudy, and there was no Le Lan's figure.