"Golden Top Silver Snake Grass!"
Looking around, Ye Chen's gaze was fixed on a dozen meters away, where there was a lump of gray lumpy soil. In the center of the lump, a small grass covered with silver scales stood there, with a golden light on the top, emitting Fine hairs.
"This herb is worth 50,000 taels of gold. It's so rare that you can see it here." Ye Chen was somewhat surprised. The value of a single herb reached 50,000 taels of gold, which is absolutely sky-high. If it is, it is worth at least five hundred thousand taels of gold, and even warriors in the Baoyuan Realm will fight for it.
Without any hesitation, Ye Chen moved his hand, and the golden-topped silver snake grass automatically came out of the soil and flew into his hand, but before he could look at it carefully, the clod suddenly lifted up, with two openings on both sides , the cold rays of light converged into a bunch, locking onto him.
Where is this lump of dirt? It is clearly a monster shaped like a crocodile.
Crash!
The crocodile monster burst out of the water, its huge body of more than ten meters pounced on Ye Chen with a strong corrosive demonic aura, and opened its mouth full of fangs in the air.
Ye Chen took his time and punched the crocodile monster on the snout.
clang!
Tens of thousands of catties of strength combined with pure zhenqi only caused the crocodile monster to fly backwards for a few steps, without even minor injuries.
"die!"
The punch was fruitless, Ye Chen's clothes were rattling, and he punched the crocodile monster again in the abdomen.
Pooh!
This punch was not only heavier, but also contained an invincible edge. It pierced the crocodile and monster, and the blood stained the swamp.
Taking out a black gold silk bag from his bosom, Ye Chen dug out the inner core of the crocodile monster, and threw it in together with the jade box containing the Golden Top Silver Snake Grass.
Tie the bag tightly around his waist, Ye Chen's figure flickered, and he went deep.
After a short walk, danger reappeared.
From the big trees rooted in the swamp on both sides, dozens of terrifying strange birds shaped like snakes but with wings flew out. The strange birds made a hissing sound and attacked Ye Chen from all directions.
"lord it over!"
With a punch, the umbrella-shaped black light covered Ye Chen's figure. The terrifying monster birds seemed to hit an invisible wall, and they were bounced out one after another. After being twisted by the punch, the corners of their mouths bleed, their wings broke, and they fell into the ground like rain. In the swamp, it gradually sank.
"Tianmeng Ancient Land is a land of ancient inheritance, the environment inside retains the ancient form, and the monsters are also ancient monsters, all of them are tyrannical and boundless!"
According to the strength of the monster aura, Ye Chen can easily tell that the crocodile monster is a fourth-level monster, and the terrifying bird is a third-level monster, but compared with the monsters outside, the monsters here are more than three points stronger. The defense is extremely strong, and even a simple overbearing fist can't kill them.
I don't know how big the swamp is. Ye Chen has been walking for half an hour, but still can't see the edge.
During this journey, there were countless ancient monsters that raided. Just before, a snail monster the size of a calf sprayed him with a mouthful of mucus. This mucus is not only very viscous, like super glue, but also poisonous. , if it wasn't for Ye Chen's quick reaction, holding his breath while avoiding, I'm afraid he would be hit.
In the end, Ye Chen cut off the head of the snail monster with a sword. It was also the first time he used a sword in the swamp. One can imagine the power of the snail monster.
Stepping on the branch, Ye Chen withdrew his forward leaning body and turned his head to look at the scorched black ground dozens of meters away.
A broken stone tablet stood on the flat ground, and the inscriptions on it were blurred.
In front of the stele, an iron rod was inserted into the soil, revealing only the one-meter-long back half.
"Um!"
Ye Chen's eyes lit up, and the iron rod exuded faint aura fluctuations. Ordinary weapons would not have this effect, he was sure.
Is it a treasure
Although he likes swords, it doesn't mean he will ignore other treasures. In the market, a low-grade treasure is worth at least one million taels of gold, and better ones can sell for two to three million taels. The low-grade treasures can even sell for four to five million taels.
Using Crane Shadow Step, Ye Chen's figure disappeared on the branch, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the broken stone tablet.
Reaching out to hold the iron rod, Ye Chen pulled it out forcefully.
Bear!
The crimson flames soared into the sky and burned the big tree next to it.
This is not an iron stick, but a black iron gun, two meters long and three meters long, with a mysterious spiral pattern on the body, and a square blade with grooves between the edges. At first glance, I thought it was a spiral flame burning on the top of the iron rod, which was natural.
"Inferior treasure gun, good stuff!"
Ye Chen could feel the scorching aura flowing in the iron gun. As long as he aroused his true energy a little, this scorching aura would burst out and kill the enemy. Compared with the Cracking Knife, it is a little inferior. The reason why a treasure is a treasure is because it has its own power. For example, the tiger-headed sword contains sword energy, and martial artists who practice Qi can exert great power. As for Lynch's Cracking Knife, it is probably also Almost, the power contained in this low-grade treasure gun is flame, and it is undoubtedly the best to cooperate with fire-type true energy practitioners.
Holding the iron gun, Ye Chen frowned.
Such a large iron gun, where should it be placed, it can't be held in the hand all the time!
It's really inconvenient without a storage spirit ring!
Ye Chen shook his head and smiled wryly.
Thousands of meters away, four or five sect disciples scattered all over the place saw the flames shining in front of them, their eyes flickered, and they passed by without hesitation.
"Someone is coming."
Ye Chen fixed his body as he was about to leave. After a dozen breaths, five sect disciples appeared around him. They were all from different countries and sects. They all stared at the low-grade treasure gun in his hand with a greedy expression. it goes without saying.
"Boy, put the gun down."
"Chop off your own arm, and spare you not to die."
"Such a treasure, you can get it, it's your own fault."
The five of them approached slowly, trying to snatch the low-grade treasure gun first.
Ye Chen sneered, these five people are all peak fighters in the late stage of Condensed Realm, judging from their aura, three of them are quasi-princes, and two of them are sons.
"If you want a treasure gun, save your life first."
There is no murderous aura, no evil spirit, Ye Chen has a lot of sharpness, an invincible sharpness.
"court death!"
The disciple of the sect closest to Ye Chen made a move, and with a raised hand, he slapped it with a palm, and the palm of true energy the size of a millstone pressed against him.
These were not worthy of his sword, Ye Chen held an iron spear and stabbed out.
Bear!
The crimson flame burned through Zhen Qi's palm and hit his neck.
Snapped!
The head flew out, and the fracture was scorched black.
"He has a low-grade treasure gun, let's do it together."
The other four were startled, and shouted fiercely.
"act recklessly!"
A carbine blasted out, and the shadows of the gun were heavy, like mountains and mountains, but it was Ye Chen who used the iron gun to use the mountain and mountains sword move in the Thirteen Swords of Gufeng.
The sect disciple who attacked from behind hadn't gotten close yet, dozens of scorched black holes appeared on his body, fatally located on his forehead, and half of his head was blown off.
One shot stabbed a sect disciple to death, Ye Chen didn't take a breath, the iron spear swept across, and the crimson flame burst out, hitting another person's left waist hard.
With a cracking sound, the man's body was broken in two and fell into the swamp.
"Run, this person is not an ordinary late-stage warrior in the Condensed Realm." Now the two remaining people understand that Ye Chen is not something they can provoke. Generally speaking, warriors of the same level who hold low-grade treasures can compete most Two people is already the limit, it is impossible to kill three people in one shot, it must be equally powerful to do it.
But it's too late to run now.
One of them ran slowly, and his head was blasted by Ye Chen, and the other was already hundreds of meters away, before he had time to rejoice, he felt a heat in his chest, looked down, and saw a spear point piercing through his chest like a spiral flame, killing him. Nail it to a big tree.
The big tree was burning blazingly, and the flames rolled around.
Walking over to pull out the iron gun, Ye Chen secretly said: For me, the strength of the son-level is not enough, I can only blame you for being unlucky.
Without leaving immediately, Ye Chen turned around suddenly.
"It's time to show up, my friend."
Swish!
A figure leaped out and landed on the rocks in the middle of the swamp.
"Yes, holding a low-grade treasure gun can kill five sect disciples of the same level in a row. If possible, I don't want to kill you, but you have to cut off your own arm. As for the treasure gun, it can be regarded as my victory prize for Qiu Heng. How about it?" The young man was about twenty-one or twenty years old, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a strong hostility, and a poisonous snake next to him just showed its head, and was kicked in two by him.
Killing the third-level ancient monsters in seconds, very strong!
Ye Chen saw that the opponent was not simple. In Tianmeng Ancient Land, the defense of the third-level ancient monsters was extremely strong. Even his domineering fist could not kill him at once, but the opponent was so understated. If there is no accident, this person The strength is close to the master of the previous Qianlong list.
"Is it up to you?"
If it was in the past, Ye Chen would not be sure of defeating the opponent, but it is different now.
The young man smiled grimly, "In the last Qianlong list, I was number 75. Unfortunately, the Qianlong list only ranked the top 72. However, if you compare me with ordinary late-stage peak warriors in the Condensed Realm, you will The death is miserable, and I can kill a large number of those people with a gesture of my hand."
"If you want to die or live now, choose."
Clang!
The iron gun was inserted into the ground, and Ye Chen pulled out the Yunyin sword, "I will kill you with one sword."
"Hey, why are there so many people who want to die? Don't worry, I won't let you die directly. I will tear off your limbs and stick them in a tree."
With eerie words in his mouth, Qiu Heng tapped his right foot lightly on the stone, puff, the stone burst, and he had already rushed towards Ye Chen in the air. A big tree was chopped off in the middle, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been carefully polished. Compared with it, Shi Potian was far behind, not on the same level. This Qiu Heng was unbelievably tyrannical.
"One sword!"
Ye Chen didn't respond, shook his head slightly, and slashed out with a sword at will.
"What's the matter? I can see my back with my head." Qiu Heng felt that his body was moving away, and his eyes could see his back, and his target had already sheathed his sword and turned around. The strange feeling made him extremely panic.