After all, there is only one 14-year-old boy who is not strong enough.

"Boy," said the leaves dust after dinner, "You go to Fruit Mountain to pick up some dragons tomorrow morning, and the store is out of stock."

Zhang Yang did not answer, just nodded, and then began to clean the dishes and chopsticks.

the next day.

Zhang Yang went out early in the morning.

The annual "spiritual wasteland" is coming, and he must collect the fruits of dragon saliva as soon as possible, otherwise the "spiritual wasteland" will begin and all the fruits will wither with their spirits.

"First collect the spirit of heaven and earth, and then shape the spirit of heaven and earth." On the way to the green outside the city, the angular thoughts appeared again in the "Chronicle of Heaven". The cultivation of the realm of language is not as bitter as the heart.

When will you open a monastery?

Zhang Yang sighed softly, gathered together and began his journey.

The sky gradually turned yellow, and the wind and thunder echoed on the yellow clouds.

"No, the mental famine is ahead of schedule!" Zhang Yang took a glass of wine, accelerated his pace, and ran towards a green mountain not far away.

Zhang Yang looked at the top of the mountain with a heavy expression on his face.

Following Changyang's sight, you can see that the top of the green mountain is actually yellow, which is a kind of withered yellow! The yellow spreads at a speed visible to the naked eye! It quickly spread to the hillside!

"Amberg" climbed up to Fruits Mountain, and Zhang Yang quickly climbed towards the broken wall on the hillside.

There is also that yellow, only ten miles away from Zhang Yang!

Zhang Yang jumped violently towards him.

However, a feeling of losing interest, her feet stepped on the ground.

It turned out that there was a very hidden platform above the broken wall, hidden in the weeds.

Zhang Yang pulled out the weeds, then exposed a slightly sunken stone cave, and planted a yellowed plant in the cave. One thing is that there are about six or seven yellow fruits.

"Still" Chang Yang smiled, then carefully picked the yellow fruit and put it in the spirit from the storage bag in front.

The last time I took medicine, the stone cave on the wall was discovered by accident, but the dragon saliva fruit in the stone cave had not yet grown. The spirit here was many times stronger than other parts of the mountain. It was so powerful that even he could feel it.

Due to the strong aura of the stone, the herbs grown here are several times more valuable than other herbs.

The same situation also occurs on oranges, which are white and only partially yellow. The fruit drooling in the cave in the dragon's mouth is pale yellow all over. This reflects the quality of ambergris.

Picking the fruits of ambergris, Zhang Yang carefully took the weeds back, and the cave was completely covered. Then he stood up and climbed up the broken wall with his hands and feet flexibly.

At this time, the yellow color had spread to the foot of the mountain. Looking into the distance, it turned out that the green mountain had even turned yellow, a sense of silence between heaven and earth.

Zhang Yang quickly went down the mountain and headed towards the border towns.

Before the arrival of the "spiritual wasteland", many disciples of the sect would leave the gate to find herbs like dragonflies. This period is the most dangerous period for mortals who go out to get medicine. They will also meet disciples of the sect and will occasionally be taken from the herbs. They are not lucky and have no life.

But this behavior is acquiescent. As long as the children of mortal families are not killed, they are not allowed to enter the city to rob them. But how many people are there? How many children do you have? Just like a big border town, there is only one Zhao family, and there is only one hundred people.

As this "spiritual famine" comes soon, it is believed that the disciples of the clan will snatch mortal herbs more frequently and more dangerously.
Chapter completed!