"Ice Spirit Stone!"

"Cold Spirit Grass!"

"Mist Flower!"

Every time Ye Qin saw an item, he meditated on their names in his heart, and quickly picked them, and it was enough to pick one of each spirit grass. His eyes looked around, searching around Hantan to see if there were any other herbs needed by the Qingdanmen.

At the same time, a group of dozens of monks rushed towards the flame thorns that Ye Qin deliberately released to lure people, smashing fireballs and sending water arrows at each other.

"Oops!"

A bearded man covered in scars, risking being bombarded with several spells at the same time, snatched a few Flame Thorn Fruits. I don't know if it's because his body shield was smashed too weakly, his hand hurt, he was stabbed by the flame thorn, he screamed in pain, and between a few breaths, his eyes turned crimson, his breathing was short, and his breath was extremely violent.

"Phew!"

The bearded man roared wildly, and the spirit sword in his hand fluttered, slashing towards the several monks around him. Enraged, the monks fought back, beheading the frenzied scarred man into frozen charred pieces.

The chaotic battle of hundreds of Qi Refining Stage cultivators under the cold pool became more and more intense.

"Kill, brothers, kill them, don't let the spirit creatures be used by them!"

"Fuck off, that's what we found out first!"

"Look at Lao Tzu's spell, the fireball is full of beads!"

"Drink, earth shield!"

Ye Qin looked at the chaotic battle, secretly frightened, and carefully watched the surroundings, so as not to be targeted. Constantly flying and dodging, dodging fireballs and wind blades from everywhere. Even if someone maliciously attacked him, he would just shoot a flame thorn seed to entangle the other party, and then quickly use the earth escape technique to avoid it from a distance, and not fight to the death with the other party.

There are many monks in the cold pool, and he may be attacked by other monks at any time, and no one can chase him to death.

What's more, the flame thorns that Ye Qin hit were not so easy to break free. Many monks who were bound by the flames and thorns soon took the opportunity to rush up, cut them into meat sauce, and disappeared into ashes.

More and more monks died in the cold pool, at least forty or fifty.

Ye Qin's cold gaze involuntarily rested on those dead monks. The swords and accessories on their bodies are all spiritual weapons. Those ordinary spiritual weapons, which can be bought in the Xianyuan City Market, will not be picked up. There are some rare high-level spiritual weapons, which may not be able to be bought with money in the market.

He quickly scrambled out, searching for the items that had fallen from the Death Monk's body, one, two, three didn't have time to tell their value, and put them away.

Ye Qin was about to pick up a cloth bag item, when he suddenly felt a sharp aura hit from the side.

Bang!

The body shield shook violently, Ye Qin didn't have time to dodge, he was hit violently, and he fell several feet before he stood firm, and the light shield also dimmed a little.

"Ga, this is mine!"

A stout man in a yellow shirt, with a fifth layer of the Qi refining period, carrying a big hammer, grinned at Ye Qin with a cruel smile, leaned over to pick up the bag-like thing, weighed it, seemed to be very satisfied, and put it in his arms.

Ye Qin's face suddenly became gloomy.

He quickly checked his mana. After entering the cold pool, he continued to perform the winding technique, and was bombarded by various mana. His current mana is less than one-fifth left, and he has reached the point where he is on the verge of exhaustion, and he can't stay in Hantan anymore. Once attacked by several powerful spells and exhausted, the immortal cultivator is no different from a mortal, and he will be burned to death if he is hit by a fireball.

The strength of the man in yellow was about the same as him, obviously he found that Ye Qin's remaining mana was not much, relying on his mana much more than Ye Qin, Ye Qin didn't dare to fight hard with him, so he resolutely snatched it.

Ye Qin stared fiercely at the cloth bag, that small cloth bag, it seemed to be a very rare spiritual weapon. He gritted his teeth, took out a small gourd from his arms, and violently took a sip of the aged mulberry wine in the small gourd and poured it into his stomach.

The old mulberry wine, which was mixed with the wine power and the aura, spread extremely quickly, and the aura spread along the wine power, quickly moisturizing the meridians in various parts of his body, and the mana that had already dried up began to appear.

This small sip of gourd wine is more than a dozen low-grade spirit stones, and the mana recovered is not much, which is enough for him to perform two winding techniques. But if you can grab a good thing, the value can be much higher.

Ye Qin took a small gourd and poured it violently, but the man in the yellow shirt was stunned for a moment, and was stunned, "You have immortal wine to restore mana!"

"Die!"

Ye Qin sneered, flipped his palms, and two flame seeds appeared in his hands. The mana quickly enveloped them, flicking their fingers.

"Winding!"

Bang!

Two flame thorn seeds flew out.

The man in the yellow shirt was startled and hurriedly dodged with a sledgehammer. But he has a yellow earth armor light shield on his body, this kind of body shield will seriously slow down, the speed is surprisingly slow, and he was hit on one leg by the flame thorn seed, and in an instant, the whole person was entangled by the branches of the flame thorn, and the bundle was strong.

Ye Qin dodged and pounced, with the sword in his hand in his hand, stabbing violently!

The "bell" was clear, and Jin Ming.

The extremely sharp sword in the palm was directly flicked away.

Ye Qin was stunned for a moment. The golden sword has the effect of 'armor piercing', how can it not pierce this shield?!

The man in the yellow shirt who was tied to the ground, seeing this, laughed wildly: "Haha~, I actually want to use the golden sword to pierce Lao Tzu's earth armor cover, no way! The golden sword can break any armor, but it can't break the soil armor with the strongest defense." Even if you kid ties up Lao Tzu, you can't kill me. Wait for a few of Lao Tzu's teammates to come over, and your kid will be dead. I think you'd better run for your life. He was cramping with his rampant laughter.

Ye Qin's eyes were cold, and he was puzzled.

The golden sword can't break the earth armor?

He remembered that Xu Qing once sprayed a mouthful of Jing Yuan on the golden light sword and forcibly pierced the earth armor of the Yellow Demon Bear, which showed that as long as the mana was strong enough, the golden sword could also break the earth armor. He poured mana into the sword in his hand, and stabbed it into the yellow-shirted man.

The yellow-shirted man's earthen armor shook violently and was pierced several points deep, and the man couldn't help but change color in horror and shouted for help. However, there was chaos in the cold pool, explosions were everywhere, how many people could hear his shouts?

"Click!"

The tiny sword in the palm had just pierced the yellow-shirted man's earthen armor and shattered.

Ye Qin lost the sword in his hand, and took out a small cloth bag from the arms of the man in the yellow shirt, not daring to stay in the cold pool for long. After dropping the unprotected body shield, the man in the yellow shirt, who was stabbed by the flame thorn and kept wailing and struggling, hurriedly stepped on the wall of the cold pool, flew up, and landed at the mouth of the pool. Towards the Grand Canyon, flee.

His mana is already less than one-fifth, and he can't resist the bombardment of many spells, and it is very dangerous to be targeted now

Far away from the chaotic cold pool. Ye Qin came to the root of the cliff of the Grand Canyon, found a hidden place, hid, and counted the items he found happily in his heart.

That's a big bonus.

He had picked up at least four or five spiritual weapons.

"Legendary storage bags!?"

Ye Qin rummaged through the inconspicuous small coarse cloth bag in his hand, secretly happy. A small pile of dozens of low-grade spirit stones was poured out from inside, as well as a few low-level items such as spirit swords, spirit swords, and immortal cultivation secrets.

This bag was obtained by fighting with the man in the yellow shirt, and no one knows who its original owner is.

He had heard other monks talk about such objects before, but he had never seen them. This bag can only be used to hold items, it cannot be combated, and the price is very expensive, requiring five or six hundred spirit stones, more than a mid-level spirit weapon.

Most of the poor people in Xianyuan City can't even afford low-level spiritual weapons, let alone have this kind of spiritual weapon that is specially used to hold items. Even Xu Qing, the leader of the patrol team, was reluctant to spend money on this thing, and this bag was enough to be worth the golden light sword in his hand.

I'm afraid that only a monk from a big family will have this thing.

Ye Qin thought secretly.

This bag is quite practical, take it.

He then looked at the other items.

"Kira sachets!"

Kira incense is a very precious spice. The sachet wrapped in Qiluo incense exudes a strange fragrance, which makes people confused, as if they have arrived in a fairyland.

Ye Qin only smelled a little aroma, and then fell into a slight blur, and he suddenly realized in his heart that the danger in this Spirit Mist Grand Canyon was abnormal, but there must be no negligence. Biting his lip violently, bleeding out, he suddenly woke up from the strange fragrance hallucination, and shook his head secretly, this [***] incense is a little domineering.

"Red Coral Bracelet!"

Made of red coral, it is very cute, and it has a small accessory that purifies the heart and wards off evil spirits. Not much effect.

It's another thing for women.

"Qingyang Fan!"

Hehe, this fan should be a wind system spiritual weapon, each fan bone is exquisitely carved, it looks quite precious, and it looks very elegant when worn on the body.

Ye Qin smiled.

Something that is a vassal of elegance.

It's a pity that I'm not a scholar, otherwise walking on the street and shaking a fan would be quite like that.

He counted all the items he had obtained in the cold pool.

Two spirit grasses: cold spirit grass and water mist flower. These two spirit grasses have the greatest effect and are necessary to join the Qingdan Sect.

Spirit stone: Lower-grade ice spirit stone, about 20 pieces, a very rare type of spirit stone. Other kinds of five elements spirit stones, nearly fifty or sixty pieces.

Several spiritual weapons: mainly spiritual knives, spiritual swords, spiritual fans, low-level and middle-level spiritual weapons, a small number of accessories, and a storage bag. Enough to equip a squad of monks.

Other books, exercises, and other miscellaneous items, several.

He found that although there were a lot of spiritual weapons he had snatched, there were very few weapons that satisfied him. Medium-level spiritual weapons, which can be barely used.

There is only one storage bag, and there is a zhang of space in it that can be taken out and stored with divine sense. Some items that can't be put into the Purple Mansion, or ordinary spiritual weapons that don't need to be put into the Purple Mansion, can be placed in this storage bag.

Ye Qin thought for a moment, put the spirit grass and ice spirit stone into the Purple Mansion, and stored all the other items in the storage bag and stuffed them into his arms. Meditate and pranayama to restore full mana. Then he came out of his hiding place, looked around for a while, and no one was there, so he stepped a little and flew to other places in the Grand Canyon.

(To be continued)