After saying this, Yang Feng said to Meng Xiu: "Junior sister, these two geniuses of spiritual herbs do not look down on them, otherwise we will poach them first."

Hearing Yang Feng's words, Meng Xiu's heart suddenly laughed.

Then Meng Xiu and Yang Feng began to dig spiritual herbs. Yang Feng turned around and said to Cui Ping: "Wait for me, after I dig out these spiritual herbs, we will fight again."

Cui Ping looked at Yang Feng and Meng Xiu with a dazed face, and said to himself: "Who said he doesn't care about these spiritual herbs?"

Spiritual grass above level 4 is a good thing even at level 9 academies and sects.

However, the disciples of the sects have a certain courage, and they will naturally win more spiritual herbs.

Now that we have not started competing, Yang Feng has started digging spiritual herbs, which is too direct.

Yuantang almost rushed over and shouted, "As a disciple of the ninth-level academy, Brother Cui naturally doesn't care about these spiritual herbs, but I need to find cultivation resources by myself. These spiritual herbs are of great use to me."

When he said this, Yuantang began to dig spiritual herbs.

When Cui Ping saw this, he immediately knew that it was impossible to divide the spirit grass after Yang Feng’s battle was completed.

Cui Ping rushed over without hesitation and said with a smile: "The spiritual herbs above level 4 are also very useful to me. Although the ninth level college is rich, it is from the academy, not my own."

Seeing this, Yang Feng cursed in his heart that these guys were reserved again. Now when he was digging, his original face was immediately revealed.

He saw that Meng Xiu was digging spiritual herbs too slowly, so he simply stopped digging one by one, and directly punched the lush spiritual herb garden in front of him.

The powerful fist and sword murderous intent penetrated directly into the spiritual grass garden under his feet. This was the sword pattern murderous intent he had just understood.

The sword pattern loosened all the soil under the spirit grass, but under the control of Yang Feng's powerful spiritual sense, it did not harm the spirit grass.

After all the spiritual herbs around him were loosened, Yang Feng reached out and countless spiritual herbs broke free from the soil as if they had eyes, and fell cleanly into Yang Feng's hands. Yang Feng instantly put them in the storage bag.

Yang Feng was secretly happy. Fortunately, his spiritual consciousness increased greatly in the strong wind lotus pond, otherwise this move would not have been achieved.

He kept moving, quickly walked to another large area of ​​new lushness, and punched out again.

Cui Ping and Yuantang stared blankly at Yang Feng's gangster-style plundering spirit grass, thinking, this is too shameless.

The two of them quickly reacted and quickly accelerated the collection of spiritual herbs. Unfortunately, neither of them did Yang Feng. When the entire spiritual herbs in the Spiritual Medicine Garden were dug up, the two realized that they had not even gotten one of them.

Looking at the already bare Lingcao Garden, the two looked at each other. Yang Feng was a little too cruel.

Not only is it cruel, but it also looks ugly.

Yang Feng's impression of these two people has changed a lot. These two guys are both geniuses and have always been a compliment to everyone.

But even though they knew they could not rob them, they just rushed to speed up and did not use damage.

Of course, it is also possible that these two guys could only eat themselves and thought that the spiritual herbs he collected were also for their help in the end.

"What a quick hand!"

Cui Ping saw Meng Xiu give Yang Feng the collected spiritual herbs, and couldn't help but make a sarcasm.

Yang Feng laughed and said, "I didn't expect that the two geniuses from major sects also competed with cultivators from small places like us. Fortunately, the things are divided equally now. You suggested that you want to fight, and I can also accompany you. If you don't want to fight, I will leave."

Cui Ping sneered and said, "Brother Yang's use of this equality is really good. Since Brother Yang is here first, I guess the things in the wooden house have been taken away by Brother Yang, right?"

Yang Feng didn't deny it, and said readily: "That's right, I took all the things in the wooden house..."

"Very good, then I will compete with Brother Yang, but since it's a battle, there must be a lottery..."

Yang Feng immediately knew what Cui Ping meant. He nodded cautiously and said, "Brother Cui's proposal is good. Since it is a competition, there must be a lottery. The battle was proposed by Brother Cui, so I will decide the lottery."

Before Cui Ping could tell what the lottery was, Yang Feng took the initiative to take over the words.

Cui Ping thought about it and couldn't argue yet. He really proposed the battle.

It is not surprising that Yang Feng said that he will decide the lottery.

He couldn't propose a battle, and then he decided to win the lottery again.

He frowned, and according to his idea, Yang Feng lost and wanted to take out what he got from the wooden house.

There are also all the spiritual herbs here. He is sure that he will not lose, so he hasn't thought about what he should take out.

Thinking of this, he took out a jade bottle several inches high and threw it casually. The jade bottle fell steadily on a stone dozens of meters away and said: "This is the purple marrow I got in Qianfeng Valley. A full bottle is here. I don't know what Brother Yang can bring out something similar to purple marrow."

Yang Feng was shocked when he heard Zijing. He knew that this was a level 8 spiritual medicine, and it was born and grown.

Even the person with the highest cultivation level in the Tianxuan Continent cannot be moved when facing such things.

And a cultivator in front of him actually took out such a good thing. It seems that there are so many good things in Qianfeng Valley, and he is not the only one who has good luck.

Purple marrow is the supreme elixir that can repair the meridians of immortals, just like his meridians were destroyed in the black desert, if there was no reshaping of the origin of Hongmeng.

It can be reshaped and repaired with purple marrow, but who would use purple marrow to repair meridians for an ordinary cultivator?

The value of purple marrow is so much more precious than that of the Jindan immortal cultivator.

Yang Feng took out a ring and threw it on the stone and said, "This ring is what I just got in the wooden hut. As for what is inside, I haven't had time to see it."

Cui Ping saw Yang Feng throwing out a ring, his eyes immediately shining and said, "Okay, I'll use your ring as the lottery."

When they came, Yang Feng had not had time to collect the spiritual medicine from the Spiritual Medicine Garden, so he also thought that Yang Feng would definitely not be much earlier than him.

Since it wasn't much longer, the ring wasn't opened.

He even released the ring of an ancient immortal cultivator even if there was only one martial art in it.

Originally, he wanted to inspire Yang Feng to take out all the spiritual herbs, but unexpectedly, Yang Feng was so excited that he took out the ring.

Not to mention him, even Yuan Tang on one side had his eyes lit up, and obviously he also liked Yang Feng's ring.

Yang Feng smiled and said, "My lottery is indeed enough, but Brother Cui. Could it be that you want to use a mere bottle of purple marrow and my ring to compare lottery? You should know that my ring is from an ancient immortal cultivator, and any bottle of elixir inside may be much more precious than your purple marrow. Brother Cui is bullying me from a small place and has never seen the world."

Cui Ping did have this idea. Now that Yang Feng screamed, his face turned red, and he quickly said, "Nothing is true. This ancient cultivator has been dead for so long. Even if there are elixirs in his ring, it has transformed into Nirvana. How can he use it again?"

Yang Feng said slowly: "Brother Cui, you're just guessing. As for whether the ancient cultivator has fallen, I don't think Brother Cui is sure. Maybe he just fell not long ago? Besides, even if there are no pills in the ring, countless spirit stones, magic weapons, and martial arts... Hehe, I don't need to say anything else? If there is no good thing, how can you use the best spiritual weapon as a formation flag for the murderous intent prohibition?"

Only Meng Xiu knew that Yang Feng was telling the truth, and the owner of this ring had just fallen.

Cui Ping frowned immediately, and he knew that Yang Feng was right.

Wasn't he entering this cave just for the ring that Yang Feng took out just now?

Thinking of this, he threw out a jade bottle again, and then two storage bags and said, "This jade bottle is also a bottle of purple marrow. I got two bottles in total, all of them are here. Those two storage bags, one is spiritual grass, and the other is spiritual stone."

Anyway, he is sure that he won't lose, so he will take the things back later.

Seeing that Cui Ping had no intention of taking out the rest of the things, Yang Feng nodded reluctantly and said, "Okay, since that's the case, Brother Cui, please do it."

Seeing that Yang Feng agreed to Caitou, Cui Ping stopped talking nonsense. With a clear shout, he jumped up and punched Yang Feng.

"Hey, Brother Cui used his fist? I also used his fist.

"Yang Feng saw Cui Ping's fist coming, and said calmly, then punched out.

Cui Ping and Yang Feng gathered more than ten meters away. He just took a casual step forward and came to Yang Feng.

The punch was blown out, and the space instantly became hot, and all the spiritual energy around it was transformed into murderous intent, covering Yang Feng.

This murderous intent is not only fierce and direct, but also does not overflow at all.

Meng Xiu and Yuantang, who were on the side, could only feel the heat of the boxing wind, but could not feel the terrifying murderous intent in the boxing.

This is not a battle at all. Once you are struck by this murderous intent, it will be a decisive ending.

Meng Xiu, who has a poor cultivation level, cannot feel the murderous intent of Cui Ping's punch, but it does not mean that she cannot see it.

If Yang Feng is shrouded in by this punch, even if Yang Feng is not dead, he will still have to retreat a layer of skin.

Meng Xiu had seen the Nascent Soul Cultivator fight with Yang Feng, and she was sure that the two Nascent Soul Cultivators were not as powerful as Cui Ping who only used fists in front of her.

Yang Feng's fist is even more inconspicuous than Cui Ping's fist. It is like a small wooden boat in the crazy sea, and it will be strangled by Cui Ping's terrible fist movement at any time.

"Boom boom boom..."

The two fists were thrust together, and the sound of bone shattering sounded.

The fist scatters because of the impact.

It was the scattered momentum of the fist that made Meng Xiu’s whole body hurt, and she subconsciously retreated dozens of meters away again.

Yuantang shook his head, and he found that he was too arrogant to Yang Feng.

Cui Ping's punch was obviously just a tentative punch. It was this tentative punch that broke Yang Feng's hand. He would not have the chance to compete with Yang Feng later.

While Yang Feng flew backwards, he was also secretly shocked.

Yuantang is not weaker than him now. Judging from boxing magic, Yuantang's understanding is deeper than that of him.

He did not do his best just now, but he also knew that Cui Ping was also trying.

The broken hand bone just now was not Cui Ping's, but his hand was sent out.

Cui Ping said in a plain tone: "If you only have this ability, you're sorry for you."

While speaking, Cui Ping flew up again and punched him out again.

This punch was completely filled with the breath of death, which showed that he had already planned to kill Yang Feng.
Chapter completed!