He Chan's face was as black as ink, and he ran all the way, yelling at Wang Qing in his heart,
But he didn't expect that the person he scolded was digging out ant eggs and drinking psychic liquid in the ants' cave.
He Chan was concerned about escaping for his life, so he couldn't think of the spiritual liquid in the cave of insect-eating ants, not to mention that there were countless insect-eating ants chasing after him, so how could he possibly have the opportunity to find some spiritual liquid.
When Wang Qing and Yang Bufan came to the collapsed ground, they found that the ground had become flat, and only one or two places were still sunken.
Wang Qing was smiling all over his face, as if a flower picker saw a beautiful woman lying on the bed.
Only Yang Bufan was pale and weak, he couldn't believe that Wang Qingzhen brought him to die, even though the spiritual liquid was a good thing, he still had to take it with his life.
Wang Qing grabbed Yang Bufan's shoulders, and the two jumped down and landed on the ground. Instantly, a strong spiritual energy poured into their bodies, and their eyes flickered: "Sure enough, there is spiritual liquid."
The insect-eating ants can be refined into spiritual liquid by devouring the spiritual grass, mainly because it has a special physique that can turn the medicinal power of the spiritual grass into spiritual liquid.
Spiritual liquid is far from being comparable to elixir, so everyone fears insect-eating ants, but some people are greedy, and eventually fall into the ant's mouth and become part of the spiritual liquid.
Wang Qing took Yang Bufan to search in the cave, but found that the aura inside was permeating all around, and it was almost impossible to find it.
After going around for half an hour, he came to the depths of the ant nest and saw eggs as white as snow, the size of a head, with white clouds entwined in the sky.
"Go get some eggs and eat at night." Wang Qing turned to Yang Bufan and said.
I drilled into a passage and saw a small lake inside. There was blue water in the small lake. Every time the lake swayed, wisps of white mist rose from the lake towards the sky, as if it had never stopped generally.
"Hey, I found it." Wang Qing laughed out loud, and two bottles appeared in his hand and began to fish into the lake.
A few minutes later, more than 40 bottles appeared on the ground, and the small lake was still nearly half full of water. Wang Qing looked at the water in the lake and was unwilling, but there was nothing he could do.
Just as he was about to leave, Yang Bufan ran in with three eggs in his arms, his face was full of anxiety, and he shouted: "The insect-eating ants are back."
Hearing this, Wang Qing waved his hand, and the bottle on the ground disappeared. He ran out, waved his fist forward, and smashed the passage ahead unobstructed.
The two rushed forward quickly, Wang Qing's eyes flickered, he didn't want to be surrounded by insect-eating ants, and he might not be able to escape even if he wanted to, so he ignored the insect-eating ants in front of him and waved his fists.
A series of sand walls were smashed into loose sand and fell to the ground. The two of them passed through the sand and appeared in front of the insect-eating ants.
Yang Bufan's heart beat faster, he swung his fist and smashed it towards the top, making a hole, and saw the shining stars in the sky.
The two of them soared into the sky. Fortunately, the insect-eating ants did not follow, but instead flew towards the nest where the spiritual fluid was stored.
The ant king came to the nest where the spiritual liquid was stored, the fangs on the corners of his mouth creaked, and the insect-eating ants flying their knives behind him soared into the sky in front of the collapsed cavity, and found that Wang Qing and Yang Bufan had disappeared.
I had to fly back to the nest and start moving to another place, and I can't stay here for a long time.
At this time, Wang Qing and Yang Bufan were in mid-air, drinking the spiritual liquid, and galloping towards the woods outside the wilderness.
Soon they came to the edge, and saw two afterimages rushing out of the dense forest nervously, with blood on their bodies.
"Hu Wu's things are handed over to you. I'll attract them. Remember that I haven't come back after three days, so you can refine the things." Hu Cang looked at his younger brother Hu Wu and instructed.
"Brother." Hu Wu looked at Hu Cang and shouted, his eyes filled with hatred, strength and strength, this is an era of the jungle, how can you protect the people around you without strength.
I glanced at the thing in my arms, a small flower, this petal, only five leaves, each leaf has a color.
"Five-color Fragrance Immortal Flower." Wang Qing muttered when he saw a very small flower from the man's arms.
If it was the case before, I'm afraid he might really have killed someone, but now Yang Bufan doesn't need it, and it's even more unnecessary for him, it's useless at all.
"Go, go to the parcel." Wang Qing looked up, and the sky muttered, turning into a stream of light and flying towards the north quickly.
Hearing this, Yang Bufan followed closely. The sects left over from the ancient times of the Zongdi contain countless combat skills, including various pills and countless celestial tools and tools. The young sect master and the young suzerain will all come, so it must be a difficult battle.
Yang Bufan turned his head to look at the sky, vaguely aware that the north is definitely the place where all kinds of dark horses rise, and it is also the place where all kinds of geniuses fall.
"Wang Qing, how is the land competition going?" Yang Bufan couldn't help asking.
"I'm afraid this time the parcel will be a hard battle, far more prosperous than the previous Ten Thousand Islands Holy Land. I'm afraid this time there will be far more evildoers and dark horses than before, which is even more unimaginable." Wang Qing glanced at the front and muttered up.
"Then is it possible for us to grab the land this time?" Yang Bufan turned to look at Wang Qing and asked.
"I'm afraid it's difficult. Although I'm a member of a family, there are still many people who are stronger than me. What's more, evildoers and dark horses can't get up. It's like a crouching dragon, so it's difficult." Wang Qing shook his head and said.
Yang Bufan raised his head and looked up at the sky. Although he didn't know how strong Wang Qing was, he might not be weaker than other young sect masters, young suzerain masters and others just by being possessed.
"However, will this battle for land grabbing lead to wars between aristocratic families and sects?" Yang Bufan asked.
"Every family has enemies, just like I am the Wang family's enemy is the He family, so naturally I have to fight with the He family, not to mention who wins and loses, we will know after the battle." Wang Qing nodded, road.
"It seems that the land is a place where crouching dragons were born and geniuses fell." Yang Bufan suddenly started talking to himself.
Wang Qing became silent when he heard the words. He didn't know where to start, the rise of Crouching Dragon? The evildoer was born? Or is it a fallen genius? Where to start? The Holy Land of Ten Thousand Islands itself is a battle, the weak will eat the strong, the weak will die, and the strong will survive. How can it be born or fall? This era itself is, the strong rob and kill the weak, the genius robs the strong, the evildoer hunts and kills the genius, what is the place of fall
Wang Qing was silent for a while and then said: "Actually, this time is fair. If you bully the weak, the strong will naturally weaken you. Geniuses will bully the strong, and evildoers will bully the geniuses. It's like a biological chain. What rises...falls!"