Ambergris, the best spice in the deep sea of ​​the East China Sea, is worth ten times that of gold of the same weight.

The strange fragrance lasts for a long time and can last for several days without fading. No wonder Jing Sichu and the others can follow along.

"Take all the treasures in the alchemist's molt. You, a girl, just take care of your husband and children honestly. The family's responsibilities will be borne by your brother." Jing Sichu said with a smile on her face.

"If you want treasures, go in and get them by yourself. We won't be with you anymore!" Jing Lingyun's face was as cold as frost, and he pulled Jing Shifang and wanted to leave.

"Junior brother, stop them! The bottom is empty, the treasure is on them!"

A man was like a spirit ape and quickly entered the corridor and shouted soon.

"Little sister, don't toast and not eat and punish you. I will think that family affection will not attack you. My two senior brothers have no worries. At that time, you will be so ruthless that you will lose your beauty at a young age, but it's too late to regret it!"

"Shifang, what should I do?" Jing Lingyun turned his head, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes, and he didn't know what to do.

She only cultivated her sixth level of body cultivation, and she did not have the ability to preserve the treasure at all. She could only see how Jing Shifang made a decision.

"So it turns out that the helper you are counting on is him! It's such a big joke. The eldest lady of the Jing family needs the help of a lowly slave, which is simply a shame to my Jing family!"

A ruthless look flashed in Jing Sichu's eyes. From Jing Lingyun's name, he remembered the identity of this familiar young man. It was Jing Shifang, the escaped slave who lost all his face in the Jing family.

"Jing Shifang, don't think that it is so great that you become a disciple of Wanluo Academy. Today I will kill you here. Use your head to wash away the shame of the Jing family!"

Jing Shifang smiled faintly. It seemed that Jing Sichu didn't understand the changes in current affairs, and his impression of himself was still when he became a disciple of the academy before.

"I want to kill me? Just you?" Jing Shifang felt a murderous intent in his heart. When he was in the Jing family, he had no good feelings for this person, and later he insisted on chasing him. Seeing the face of Butler Ding, he was not concerned about the people in the Jing family, but he didn't expect these people to hit the gun by themselves.

"It's just Diyuan Realm. It's very strange. Don't think that you, a disciple of the sect, are so amazing. The inheritance of my Demon Hand line is no worse than that of Wanluo Academy. My senior brother Wu Moyu is already in the late stage of Diyuan Realm. This senior brother Kang Mingde comes from Juetian Gate of the Dading Dynasty, but he is a core disciple. With two of them here, even if you have three heads and six arms, don't want to run away!"

The more Jing Sichu said, the more proud he became. He could see that the other party had advanced to the Earth Yuan realm and he might not have a 100% winning rate, so he moved out his two senior brothers.

This time Jing Sichu broke through to the Earth Yuan realm, Wu Moyu was just ordered by his master to give him a box of elixirs to his junior brother. Kang Mingde was his friend for many years and happened to travel together to Qingzhou.

Jing Sichu immediately used the treasure of the ancient alchemist as bait, so that the two agreed to stay for help.

He also wanted to take over the debris alone, but he was worried that the debris restriction would not be able to be opened, or that Jing Lingyun had hired a capable helper. He simply took two double insurances and quickly cut the mess to solve the problem.

Jing Shifang's eyes swept away. Wu Moyu and Kang Mingde were both in the late stage of the Earth Yuan realm, which was quite good. But when you pick yourself, you can only say that they chose the wrong opponent.

He restrained his true energy, and his opponents only saw that he had the level of Earth Yuan Realm, but he could not tell at all about his specific cultivation.

If not, they would not have been so careless and would have been much more cautious in their attitude.

"Not that much? The boy cut off his arm and handed over something. I will spare your life today." Kang Mingde said impatiently.

From the Dadeng Dynasty, he had a sense of superiority in front of the warriors of the Dahuang Dynasty and did not look down on those people very much.

"The treasure is on me. If you have the ability, take it yourself!"

Jing Shifang sneered. The Qingluan sword popped out and turned into a green light, extremely cold and beautiful, slashing towards Kang Mingde.

"A frog in the well who doesn't know how big the outside world is. Except for the Great Wilderness of Shuiyue Sect, other sects are not worth mentioning at all!" Kang Mingde looked arrogant and reached out to grab it from afar. "Ben Lei's hand!"

The lightning thunder leaped, and a vast giant hand grabbed it in the air. It was composed of countless electric arcs, crackling and with infinite power.

With a casual grasp, you will have such power. This thundering mountain pioneer is at least a sixth-grade martial art.

"It is worthy of being from a medium-sized country, and any one of them is high-quality martial arts."

Jing Shifang was unafraid and raised his sword to meet him.

So what about the sixth-grade martial arts? Tianyuanyi’s swordsmanship is also a sixth-grade martial arts, and the lethality it exerts in his hands several times that of ordinary sixth-grade martial arts. This level of martial arts will not cause qualitative changes in the practitioners and make him feel palpitations.

The green sword light pierced into the giant hand of Thunder Light, and suddenly squeezed, and countless electric fires splashed, and a hole appeared in the center of the giant hand of Thunder Light.

Immediately, the vitality dissipated and could no longer maintain the giant hand form. The thunder-opening hand naturally dissipated.

"It's not solid, and this thunder pioneer is just practicing to a small level of cultivation."

Jing Shifang's sword tempted the opponent's achievements in martial arts. His sword energy was scattered and he easily scattered the giant hand of the lightning.

If Kang Mingde hears this, he will be vomited blood with anger. What does it mean to be a small-scale realm? It is not so easy to practice the sixth-grade martial arts. Even if he is talented and wants to make a little progress, he doesn't know how much effort he has put in. It is already quite good that he can practice the minor martial arts to such an extent at this age.

Kang Mingde is also a top ten disciple in Juetian Gate and has a bright future.

In fact, Jing Shifang's realm in Tianyuanyi's swordsmanship is the beginning. However, this sword technique cannot be regarded as equal martial arts. Secondly, with the blessing of the dragon and elephant's mind, the power of the sword technique doubles.

"With this kind of strength, I dare to come to my hands to seize food. Get out of here immediately, I will let you have a way out!"

Jing Shifang sent Kang Mingde's previous words back as it was, and the strength of the disciples of this medium-sized country was nothing but that.

After all, the Northern Qing Dynasty is just a small domain. Except for the Guyue Sect, other sects have become insignificant characters when they are placed on a higher level. With such strength as Jing Shifang, there are very few of them in the same level that can be compared with him, unless they have practiced against the heavenly martial arts or seed geniuses from those large countries.

Kang Mingde was furious and was humiliated by the words of young warriors from a small country, which made him feel completely embarrassed: "It's just a play with you. Since you are eager to seek death, I will fulfill you - Jue Tian Shen Spear!"

The dazzling golden light gathered, condensed into a spear, emitting terrifying true energy fluctuations. As soon as it was formed, the nearby space fluctuated.

boom!

Kang Mingde's hands swollen and pushed them out with force, as if pushing the spear had exhausted all his strength.

When it started, it seemed extremely slow, but the next moment it turned into a golden lightning, passing through the air, spanning dozens of feet away, and appeared in front of Jingshi. With a fierce momentum, any target in front of it would be pierced and penetrated.

Only now was a trace of travel visible to the naked eye, tearing apart the air and shattering the vitality. The bursting true energy spread outward, forming a gully across several feet of the ground.

Juetian Divine Spear, one of the signature martial arts of Juetianmen, is only qualified to practice by disciples who are regarded as the most elite of the sect, and has reached the category of fifth-grade martial arts.

Even in Juetian Gate, there are not many fifth-grade martial arts, and each sect can be called a sect-controlling skill.

Kang Mingde showed a hint of arrogance on his face. Although that boy had good cultivation and could break his own thunder and open his own thunder, the Jue Tian Divine Spear must have been separated, and there would be no place to die.

Jing Shifang's eyes narrowed, locked tightly on the God of Heaven, and felt a hint of threat to him from it.

"Half-step sword intent! The sword light is like silk!"

The green light suddenly shrank inward, but the power contained did not decrease at all, but became more and more terrifying.

Rumble!

The sword silk collided with the Juetian God Spear, causing a true essence storm, and countless golden lights fell down, as if a golden rain was falling.

The sword light was like silk, which had already condensed the power of a sword to its extreme state and was unbreakable. The collision with similar powers on both sides naturally resulted in a looser Jue Tian Shen Spear falling into a disadvantage and was passed through it.

The black hair is as old as before, but the Juetian Divine Spear has been smaller and has faded a lot.

Jing Shifang held back the qi and blood in his lungs rolled, shook his hand and a flash of sword threads, passing through Kang Mingde's body, bringing out two strings of blood drops.

Kang Mingde's face looked strange. There was a little blood on his chest and back, and then it expanded. It soon burst out and soon burst out, dyeing most of his body red.

"Brother Kang, I'll help you!" Wu Moyu shouted, and the black aura rolled, wrapped around her arms, as if she had put a layer of film on her hands.

The arms are not like humans, but more like monsters, thick and ugly, accompanied by dizzy evil spirits.

Jing Shifang snorted coldly, breaking the Juetian Divine Spear caused his true energy to recoil, his qi and blood were weak, and he suffered a trace of internal injury. However, this injury had almost no effect on his strength, and it was impossible for Wu Moyu to overcome him.

The green phoenix waved, one sword and one sword, like a chess pattern with tic toe, with sword energy radiating and freely swinging.

The method of controlling sword energy in Tianyuanyi's sword technique has risen to a level without realizing it, and the sword technique is natural.

It took more than three months for Tianyuanyi's swordsmanship to begin with the entry-level swordsmanship. It was not until the middle was focused on practicing swordsmanship, but it was more like going with the flow.

Wu Moyu obviously practiced a body refining body, with rolling black clouds lingering, and it looked like a ferocious spirit.

But when he was halfway through, he was hit by sword energy stabbed from all directions, protecting his body with black clouds, and sword marks on his body became a bloody man.

Jing Shifang waved a sword, and Wu Moyu's wailing sound came completely, and he fell to the ground, leaving his breath cut off.
Chapter completed!