"Thanks to Fellow Daoist Yang, I wonder where you got so many fire-type talismans?"

Liu Xueqin expressed her gratitude to Yang Fan, but at the same time she had some intention of questioning.

How could a third-level talisman, a cultivator in the Concentration Stage, have so many, let alone these talismans are all fire-type.

Even a high-level monk like her doesn't have a few fire-type talismans in his hands.

“Picked up.”

Yang Fan’s way of being neither salty nor indifferent.

Liu Xueqin was suffocated, but glared at him fiercely, as if saying that he would make up for the calculation when he returned.

Fairy Qin looked at him with gratitude and apologies.

Yang Fan shrugged and said it didn't matter.

If it is an ordinary irrelevant person, he is too lazy to take action.

But Fairy Qin is quite familiar with him, and when he was attacked before, the other party also warned him and tried his best to rescue him.

That's why Yang Fan took action without hesitation when the other party was in danger.

Under the pursuit of the crowd, the ancient tree spirit roared and roared, the branches broke and burned, and the movements became slower and slower.

Just then.

"Hahaha... there is an ancient tree spirit who escaped and was injured here."

Two sounds of breaking through the air came from afar, and there were two men shrouded in blue ice.

A young man with flowing blue hair, slender and elegant figure, and a middle-aged man with a slightly vulgar rosacea nose and yellow shirt.

The two of them exuded a powerful aura, which changed the expressions of Liu Xueqin and others.

These are actually two powerful golden elixirs.

Especially the elegant young man with blue hair, smiling at the corner of his mouth, and his breath was even more powerful than ordinary Golden Pill Powers.

"Golden Pill Cultivator..."

Liu Xueqin shouted softly.

"Looking at their breath, they may be monks from the 'Bingyou Palace'."

Fairy Qin stood beside Yang Fan and murmured to himself, with a look of worry on her face.

The blue-haired young man and the middle-aged man in yellow flew close to each other, and without saying a word, he attacked the dying ancient tree spirit.

The blue-haired young man waved his hand lightly, and a thin blue blade "swish swish..." broke out into the air and cut the ancient tree spirit into several pieces at once.

Such strength made everyone breathe in the air conditioner.

They knew the strength of the ancient tree spirit. Although it was only the peak of the third level, it was not difficult to compete with the general high-level Jindan with its innate advantages and nearby geographical environment.

But in front of the blue-haired young man, it was vulnerable.

Boom~~

The ancient tree spirit fell to the ground.

The blue-haired young man and the middle-aged man in yellow shirt fell down to clean up the materials of the ancient tree spirit, and ignored Liu Xueqin and others.

"stop!!"

Liu Xueqin frowned, her eyes showed anger and shouted softly.

The middle-aged man in yellow shirt looked up at her and sneered: "We killed this ancient tree spirit, and the 'Mu Geng spirit' on it belongs to us."

"Mu Geng Jing?"

When Yang Fan heard this, his heart moved.

The Mu Geng Jing seems to be a rare thing recorded in ancient books. It has accumulated the essence of the Wood Spirit and is also a high-level material for refining magic weapons.

"It's outrageous. This ancient tree spirit was injured by us through a lot of hardships and was about to die. You are just making up for the last blow. If you want to show your strength, our side will be bigger, and the Mu Geng spirit should belong to us."

Fairy Qin defended.

"Hmph, let's talk nonsense. Anyway, we killed the ancient tree spirit, the winner is the king, and the remaining wooden Geng spirit on its body belongs to our 'Bingyou Palace'."

The middle-aged man in yellow shirt said with a vicious look on his face.

Bingyou Palace!!

The faces of the group changed slightly.

Bingyou Palace is one of the three major sects in the extreme north. It has a strong heritage and has been passed down from ancient times and has a long history.

"If you want to die, come and grab it!!"

The blue-haired young man's voice was cold and he took out a piece of dark green jade the size of a thumb from the wreckage of the ancient tree spirit, which was the Mu Geng spirit.

The dark green "Mu Geng Jing" exudes a bright luster.
Chapter completed!