3018: C3018 The Demon Refining Pavilion Qi Hong

C3018 The Demon Refining Pavilion Qi Hong

Jiang Ting nodded and didn't deny Jing Peng's words.

Indeed, Jing Peng had returned quietly when he killed Liu Da.

However, Jiang Ting wasn't sure about Jing Peng's plan at that time, so he didn't show any signs of surprise. After killing Liu Er, he pretended that he had consumed too much energy and started circulating his energy, pretending that he didn't have any defenses against the outside world.

Simply put. . . He was fishing.

If Jing Peng didn't attack him, it would be fine, but if he attacked. . . It would be the perfect time to kill him and vent the resentment in his heart.

In the distance.

Jiang Ting looked at Zi Ren, who was flying in the air, and forced himself to say, "Junior brother, we are all from the same sect. Before. . . When we were in Chang Ning County, senior brother took care of you. Why don't we let senior brother go?"

As he spoke, Jing Peng retreated without leaving a trace. His eyeballs were flying everywhere. It was unknown whether he was planning a counterattack or looking for an opportunity to escape.

Jiang Ting revealed a smile. "Senior disciple, on the road of reincarnation in the Netherworld, it's a good journey. Remember this in your next life, I'm not a good person. "

As soon as the words left his mouth, the blade flew away.

Jing Peng's expression changed drastically, and he immediately threw himself into the distance.

However, he only managed to dodge the first three blade strikes. The remaining seven blade strikes sliced Jing Peng's body into a dozen pieces, causing a bloody mist to fly into the air.

With a slight flick of Jiang Ting's finger, the blade passed through Jing Peng's bag of holding and returned to his hand.

All three of them were dead, and the bag of holding fell into his hand.

If it weren't for the fact that Jiang Ting pretended to be defenseless, as if he could kill him with a single strike, Jing Peng might not have attacked. Unfortunately, there was no 'if'.

As for the spoils of war in his storage bag. . . After checking it, Jiang Ting couldn't help but feel a little angry.

The Spirit Stones in the three storage bags added up to only 100 Spirit Stones.

He did have some magic tools, but he didn't have any use for them.

He didn't have any cultivation methods or magic techniques.

The only thing that made him pay attention was that he obtained some pills. . . The pills that didn't provide assistance in cultivation were all pills that recovered magical energy and pills that healed injuries.

There were some talismans as well. Unfortunately, they were comparable to the sword talismans in his hands. Not a single one. There was nothing in the wide range of the Flame Lightning.

However, he had discovered quite a number of spirit herbs. . . Overall, it was better than nothing.

If he wanted to exchange them for what he needed, he would have to leave the Herb Grafting Valley and make a trip to the marketplace.

"So poor. " Jiang Ting murmured. He hung the storage bag on his waist and continued to fly up the slope.

Although he sounded a little unhappy, Jiang Ting actually did not mind.

9th Level Qi Refining Unless there was some kind of background. If not, there wouldn't be many Spirit Stones in the first place.

Just like him, if he hadn't come back from the Scorching Sun Desert by chance before entering the Herb Grafting Valley and brought what the Purple Frost Sect thought was extremely important information, he would also be very poor.

It was all thanks to the Foundation Establishment Pill that allowed him to increase his net worth by five thousand Spirit Stones for no reason. That was why he was able to purchase Spirit Stones in the market. . . If not for those five thousand Spirit Stones. . . How could he possibly have bought them?

As for the mid-grade magic tool. . . Although only a mid-grade magic tool could stand out in the ninth level of Qi Refining. . . However, not everyone could buy one.

His middle-grade magical artifact shield cost close to two thousand Spirit Stones. . . If he wanted to buy an offensive type middle-grade magical artifact, how could he not have one thousand Spirit Stones?

Where could he find so many Qi Refining stage cultivators who could take out such a large sum of money to buy it!?

. . .

In the blink of an eye, another five days had passed.

This was the eighth day since Jiang Ting had entered the Herb Grafting Valley.

In a gray swamp somewhere.

Compared to the swamp that Jiang Ting had entered when he first entered the Herb Gathering Valley, it was much better. The miasma in this swamp was a little heavier.

Moreover, the swamp here was also filled with a faint fishy smell.

Jiang Ting's expression was calm as he leapt between the branches.

Not long later.

Jiang Ting looked to the east and squinted his eyes.

It was not far from him, about three miles away. The fluctuating Qi seemed to be four streams.

Because the distance wasn't close, he wasn't able to sense it clearly. He could only confirm that it was three miles to the east. There must be someone or a Demonic Beast! They were engaged in a fierce battle.

"Slow down, let me join in the fun. " Jiang Ting murmured. Without hesitation, he changed his direction and jumped towards the east.

In these five days, his days were very ordinary and boring. He had been hurrying on his way.

Of course, when he was hurrying on his way, he would pick some spirit herbs from time to time, and kill a few disciples from other sects along the way.

Unfortunately, the people who had entered were too scattered, having been separated for a full five days. After killing Jing Peng, he had met a total of two people, the people of the Sacred Sun Clan and the Autumn Water Pavilion.

Every time he encountered others, he would always be able to make a small fortune.

Just relying on his own speed of finding spirit herbs was too slow, seizing the gains of others would always be able to cause his spoils of war to skyrocket.

Not long later.

Jiang Ting had already traversed about two miles.

The fluctuations of the spiritual energy became more and more intense in his senses. At this moment, he could clearly sense that there were four types of spiritual energy fluctuations.

There were two types of spiritual energy fluctuations that were peaceful, and they should be humans.

The other two were vicious and violent, and they should be Demonic Beasts.

"There are only two people. . . " With a disappointed whisper, Jiang Ting slowed down his speed without leaving a trace, and at the same time, he quietly cast the Hidden Qi Spell.

If he wanted to be the fisherman, he must not expose himself before the intense battle was over.

. . .

One and a half miles away.

A person with an ordinary appearance and wearing tiger-like clothes stood calmly on the ground of the swamp. There was a faint layer of protective shield around his body. His defensive power was unfathomable.

This person was surprisingly the chief of the Demon Refining Pavilion competition, Qi Hong!

Opposite Qi Hong, a pale-faced man wearing tight clothes stood sixty meters away from him. He had a slightly fearful expression on his face. . . His black clothes had already been dyed red with blood.

In the middle of the two sides, there were two large pythons. The two large pythons were staring at him with some cruelty.2

After a while, the man growled, "Qi Hong, do you want to become enemies with my Black Feather Pavilion!?"

"Once you enter the Herb Grafting Valley, life and death cannot be controlled by people. "

After a pause, Qi Hong shook his head slightly. "You do have some ability. You can actually persist for close to seven minutes. Even if you die, you should be proud. "

"You!" The man's face immediately became angry.

Qi Hong turned his head and scanned his surroundings. "I'm afraid that someone who doesn't know the difference between life and death is coming. Kill him. "

"Ssss. . . " The two gigantic pythons pounced out in an instant.

"Rumble. . . " Many trees were smashed to pieces.

Roughly five breaths later, the man was torn apart by two enormous pythons, leaving behind only a few bones and bits of flesh, as well as a bag of holding.

One of the blue pythons returned to Qi Hong's side with its snake tongue in its mouth.

Qi Hong hung the bag of holding on his waist, jumped onto the python's head, and looked around.

"Threads. . . " The other black python also swam back.

After that, the two pythons vigilantly swept their surroundings.

This place was extremely silent.

Around five breaths later.

Qi Hong stopped his sweeping gaze and said softly, "Come out. "

His voice echoed in the empty swamp and no one responded.

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