In the valley, cauldrons were passing by, and some were still whizzing through the air in groups.

Everyone dispersed, like those old fried dough sticks, who had been here countless times, were sitting leisurely on the cliff, not in a hurry at all, but those newcomers tried desperately in the valley.

They flipped through a pile of broken tripods, found one, and covered it for a while, and then a cauldron soul flew over and rushed into the tripod.

Some of the tripods trembled for a while, then stopped, while others trembled violently, and finally got out of their hands. The tripod and soul flew away, and landed on another hill.

The successful people cheered and rushed up the cliff in a hurry, while the losers were depressed and extremely upset.

The valley was very lively.

But at this moment, in the corner, the bells rang out randomly.

"I dig! I dig! I dig!"

In a small hill, a figure was digging hard, swinging his hands at high speed, and broke the tripods one by one and flew out. Soon, a small hill was overturned.

Then he began to dig the second and third seats, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

"Damn! Is this kid a mole? Why do you dig so quickly?"

Seeing this, everyone was stunned.

This kid was so fast that he was flying around with a broken tripod, dazzling them.

After being surprised, I burst into laughter.

"In order not to be a grandson, this kid has also fought hard!"

Su Zhengyu was collecting the soul of the tripod. He glanced at him and sneered immediately. He turned around and continued to collect it. At his feet, five broken tripods had already piled up.

The light flows on the tripod, and it is obvious that there is a soul of the tripod.

When everyone saw this, they couldn't help but exclaim: "This man surnamed Su is worthy of being a genius from Muding Mountain. In just a short while, he collected five tripod souls."

Then, their eyes swept to the other side. The genius from the Medicine King Valley was carrying a big gourd, collecting the soul of the cauldron there, and there were five under his feet.

In the blink of an eye, he collected one more and turned into six.

Not far away, there is the female genius from Muding Mountain, with six under her feet.

"Damn! These little bastards will still make people live!"

Everyone was extremely depressed to see it.

What they hate the most is this kind of genius, who came to compete with them for admission quotas. Now there are three geniuses, and those three quotas are gone, with only seventeen left.

"It's better to be that boy, I like him very much!"

Their eyes when they looked at Tang Hao again became softer, and they felt that this kid was actually quite cute. How great would it be if all young people were like this kid!

In half an hour, Tang Hao dug up all the hills.

He walked out along the exit of the valley.

Most people stayed in the valley, and few went out. Tang Hao walked all the way without touching anyone. He was misty everywhere and his vision was a little blurred.

After leaving the valley, there were many fewer alchemy tripods and scattered on the ground in pieces.

After walking for about seven or eight minutes, I arrived in front of a river.

When he looked closely, Tang Hao was slightly shocked. The water in the river was actually black, with a stench, and there was still a pitch-black mist floating on the surface of the river.

In the river, elixirs piled up into small hills, revealing the surface of the river.

Tang Hao walked along the river bank for a while, and looked at the other side in the foggy place. He could see towering peaks and the dilapidated ruins on it.

Obviously, that is what Mr. Wei mentioned as the Wanjie Mountain ruins.

Tang Hao hesitated for a moment, crossed the river and walked over.

The ruins were dilapidated and there were not even hairs, let alone the treasure. After walking around, Tang Hao was very depressed.

After circling around and digging everywhere, Tang Hao returned to the riverside, and only the alchemy cauldron was left here, but there was obviously a problem with the water. It should be that there was a silt of elixir and it should not be easily contaminated.

Coupled with the poisonous fog on the water surface, it is like a dragon's and tiger's den.

Tang Hao tried to throw a few stones down, but it was corroded in the blink of an eye.

He tsk and his brows frowned.

"No! I still have to fight!"

After a moment, Tang Hao gritted his teeth and murmured.

He was still quite persistent about the treasure.

He carefully used the method of taking the snatching and aimed at the several snatches exposed on the river surface. After taking a snatch, one of the snatches trembled and flew over, bringing a bunch of water.

Tang Hao hurriedly avoided and started taking the second one.

In this way, he captured more than a dozen broken tripods, all of which were greatly corroded.

If there were a few more people, Tang Hao couldn't take it anymore because there was a layer of poisonous water separated, which was difficult to take it.

"Damn it, I'll fight!"

He stood by the river, hesitated for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and showed a ruthless look. He carefully activated the power of the divine bone, and then took out many defensive magic weapons and plunged into the river.

Gulugulu!

The river water was moving, and the stench was so smelling that it was so smothering.

In the blink of an eye, a layer of light curtain outside was corroded, and then a second layer.

Tang Hao quickly caught something, touched something, and immediately threw it onto the shore. When he couldn't stand it, he rushed to the shore to take a breath and check the harvest.

To his disappointment, there was not a useful alchemy tripod.

He was not discouraged and continued to fish. Several times the river water corroded the light curtain and invaded the skin. Despite the power of the divine bones, his flesh and blood were still corroded.

He quickly took out the healing pill, swallowed a few, then sat cross-legged, and used his energy to heal the wound.

In this way, he fished out a river.

When he got ashore and had finished swallowing medicine and healing his injuries, he stood up and went to check on the harvest.

After turning over one by one, his eyes suddenly condensed and fell onto a pitch-black alchemy tripod.

This alchemy tripod is actually in good shape, and there is no trace of corrosion or rust in the material, which also means that the material can still be recycled.

Tang Hao was immediately excited, rushed over and wiped the alchemy clean, held it in his hand, and looked around.

This material is a bit strange and Tang Hao can't recognize it, but it is absolutely amazing to be able to survive in this poisonous water for thousands of years without rotting.

He also tried to activate it, but there was no reaction.

This is normal, after all, all the people who are left here are abandoned alchemy cauldrons.

"Ha! That guy is so miserable!"

Although I haven't found the legendary treasure, it's enough to find such a useful thing.

He searched in the river for a while, and even dug the riverbed. He had no gains and had to walk back.

At this time, three hours had passed, and the old fried dough sticks on the cliff couldn't sit still, so they came down to collect the Ding Soul.

Most people just took one deck and finished it, but Su Zhengyu and the other three were still taking it, and they were still secretly competing with each other.

After all, they are all geniuses, and they all have a sense of arrogance and don’t want to lose to the other party.

At their feet, the alchemy cauldrons piled up and gradually became a small hill, and it continued to increase.

"Thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two... Oh my God! This is going to break forty! What an amazing fate!"

There were constant exclamations.
Chapter completed!