Qin Dong subconsciously glanced at the Dragon Turtle Spirit Pill lying quietly in Qiankun Sheng. He secretly made up his mind to take advantage of this rare opportunity to seek more resources on the Xunran Continent and prepare to defeat the Fantasy Beast Clan.
Although the topography of the East Pole Wonderland and the Dark Abyss are different, the distribution of spiritual energy is similar, both from the outside to the inside, gradually increasing. It feels like walking from the seaside to the depths of the sea.
Feng Lang took a deep breath of air greedily, and suddenly felt a clear current flowing through his body, and his mind was refreshed.
"If I could practice here all year round, my cultivation might have already broken through the fifth-level bottleneck." Feng Lang said with emotion.
Although Fenglang has now broken through the fifth-level bottleneck and joined the ranks of sixth-level monks, this is all thanks to Qin Dong. If it were Fenglang's own power, it would probably take several years. [
"The scent of the medicine is so refreshing, it must be the best!" Feng Lang's nose twitched, and his expression suddenly perked up. Before Feng Lang finished speaking, Qin Dong's figure had already moved towards the direction where the scent of medicine was coming from, and Feng Lang hurriedly followed.
Not to mention Feng Lang, even Qin Dong was stunned by the eighteen-grade ginseng leaf. In the eyes of ordinary people, ginseng with nine-grade leaves is already great, but those with eighteen-grade leaves would not even be considered. When Qin Dong was in the Heavenly Realm, following Qin Tailong's travels, he had seen a lot of top-quality ginseng. He had seen twelfth-grade leaves and fifteen-grade leaves, but this was the first time he had seen the eighteen-grade leaves.
"Fourth brother, are you afraid that this ginseng tree will last for thousands of years?" Feng Lang was not a greedy person, but when he saw such a ginseng tree, he was stunned.
"I'm afraid it must be more than fifty thousand years old!" Qin Dong said slowly.
"Fifty...fifty thousand years? Oh my god! Isn't that enough to become a spirit?" Feng Lang's expression became a bit dull.
Qin Dong smiled and shook his head. Those legends about ginseng becoming a spirit are most likely unbelievable.
"By the way, fourth brother, will this ginseng tree be helpful to my sister?" Feng Lang suddenly thought about it, his expression full of eagerness.
Qin Dong sighed and said, "The 50,000-year-old ginseng has absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to an extent that is unimaginable. Once released, ordinary people may not be able to bear it."
"My sister is not an ordinary person, she is also a monk after all!"
Qin Dong turned to look at Feng Lang. His gaze made Feng Lang's heart skip a beat. "I'm afraid even you won't be able to withstand the medicinal power of this ginseng."
"So powerful!?" Feng Lang was dumbfounded.
"Whoosh!" Before Feng Lang's exclamation could reach the ground, he heard a sharp whistle suddenly coming from the dense forest. Qin Dong turned around and saw that it was a sharp arrow flying over at high speed. But it was not directed at Qin Dong and Fenglang, Qin Dong did not move.
The sharp arrow fell suddenly and rapidly only one foot away from Qin Dong, and inserted into the soil with a pop. The snow-white arrow feathers were still trembling.
"Who is it?" Fenglang's face suddenly became gloomy as he was attacked again.
"You'd better not move. I discovered this ginseng tree first!" A voice came from the dense forest, and it was a bit childish. It must be that its owner is not very old.
Sure enough, the grass was pushed to both sides, revealing a face that looked a little childish. She is extremely handsome, especially her big eyes, which are clear in black and white, without any impurities, and are so clear that it makes people's hearts tremble.