(ps: Gaga, today's third update is delivered, where are the flowers?)

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"It seems that this trip is worth it!"

Ye Chengfeng was in a state of great enthusiasm and thought to himself that the direction of the spiritual fluctuation was transmitted. Since there were more than one place, it means that there must be more than one ice salivary grass.

So, Ye Chengfeng quickly released his spiritual sense and swept away.

It’s true that in a few seconds, Ye Chengfeng discovered eight ice salivary plants.

However, what made Ye Chengfeng suddenly depressed was that the eight ice-swallow grasses were just seedlings that had just sprouted for a short time, and their spiritual energy fluctuated extremely weakly!

"Grass! What is he doing?"

Ye Chengfeng suddenly glared.

At this moment, he actually found that the ancient martial artist whose clothes were scratched a lot had opened a thick suitcase.

In the suitcase, there are ten cylindrical pits that are like water cups.

Then, the ancient warrior used a small shovel to carefully shovel a seedling of ice salivary grass, along with the surrounding soil, and put it into a cylindrical pit in the suitcase.

"Is he... planning to transplant ice salivary grass?"

Ye Chengfeng stared more and more, and then he realized that the white thing that formed a cylindrical pit in the suitcase was actually not foam, but real ice.

"Damn it, the seedlings are useless anyway, so why not get them back and plant one? What if they can mature again?"

Ye Chengfeng made up his mind and immediately placed Lin Ziweian on the big tree and whispered a little advice.

Immediately, Ye Chengfeng jumped directly behind the ancient warrior: "What are you doing? Why do you poach the things I planted?"

"Who are you?"

The ancient warrior was obviously shocked by Ye Chengfeng's silent appearance.

It turned out to be on the spot, and he fell to the ground with an incredible and fearful look on his face.

With his keenness, it is logical that if ordinary people are approaching, they should be able to detect it.

But this guy is pretty good, he's like a ghost.

If he was assassinated, wouldn't he succeed directly?

"I am the security guard in this mountain range."

Ye Chengfeng patted his uniform.

"There are security guards in the deserted mountains? Who are you scaring?"

The ancient warrior swept Ye Chengfeng and stood up immediately, with a sneer on his face.

"Who has time to bluff you?"

Ye Chengfeng looked angry: "This kind of grass is the seeds I buried with my own hands. If you dare to poach it, I will catch you!"

"Grown it? Do you think I'm an idiot?"

The ancient martial artist suddenly stretched out his claw and pinched Ye Chengfeng's throat and said, "Do you believe it or not, I can pinch you to death at will?"

"Then do you believe it or not, I can trample you to death?"

Ye Chengfeng sneered slightly, grabbed his wrist directly, and slowly exerted force.

At the beginning, when I was held on my wrist, the ancient martial artist didn't care much, as if you couldn't do anything to me.

But later, as Ye Chengfeng used force and slowly grabbed his hand away, his face changed drastically.

"Are you...an ancient martial artist?"

"What ancient martial arts are not ancient martial arts? I am the mountain patrol security guard here!"

Ye Chengfeng shook his hand and he staggered a few steps: "Everyone cares about me, called the Hercules of the Creation of Heaven and Earth. If you don't leave, I will catch you like a chicken."

"Ha, the great hero of the world, has such a majestic reputation! If you compare your strength, can you be better than Mu Huarong of my Xuanyin Sect?"

The ancient martial artist curled his lips quite disdainfully.

He couldn't help but think to himself, this folk ordinary person is too narcissistic, right?

If you have a little bit of ability, you can brag about yourself, and even a cow can be brag about it.

Although the little security guard grabbed his hand just now.

But he just thought that he was not prepared, and the little security guard was really strong.

But if you want to do something, this little security guard who has no ancient martial arts true energy in his body will be his opponent, the ancient martial arts master?

"Do you want to try it?"

Ye Chengfeng did feel a little fluctuation of the cold true energy in his body.

So he concluded that he really needed Icepeare to practice.

"Get away!"

Mu Huarong pointed to the direction of leaving and said angrily: "I don't have time to accompany you as a little shrimp. If you provoke me again, you will be corpse in the mountains and fields!"

"Who gave you the confidence that you dare to kill someone at will?"

Ye Chengfeng asked with great interest: "Where is the law?"

"Far the law!"

Mu Huarong said bluntly: "For ancient warriors, the law is simply a decoration! If you talk too much, I will kill you now."

"Tsk tsk, do ancient martial artists feel so good about themselves?"

Ye Chengfeng couldn't help but be amazed, and suddenly remembered a task that Mr. Yun had mentioned to him before but was rejected by him.

At that time, Mr. Yun said that the individual soldiers of the ancient warriors of the Yin Sect were extremely destructive, and they pose great threats to ordinary people and important national personnel.

There is only one option for ancient martial artists!

Those who are in a favorable state will prosper, and those who are in a rebellious state will perish.

Ye Chengfeng also felt that as a cultivator, he had many similarities with ancient martial artists and did not want to be enemies with ancient martial artists.

But now it seems that he has to reconsider the task of conquering the ancient warriors if they can be conquered, and eradicating them if they cannot be conquered.

Although he did not rule out that many ancient warriors were devoted to practicing and doing justice, and did not hurt others at will.

But more of them are self-reliant and arrogant, and arrogant.

For ordinary people, they almost kill whenever they want, and they are lawless to the extreme.

Therefore, the next moment, the murderous intent in Ye Chengfeng's eyes became almost unconsciously stronger.

"Since you are determined to die, I can only help you."

Mu Huarong, he still talks about Ye Chengfeng when he sees Ye Chengfeng.

So the five fingers opened, and the rolling cold and true energy gathered like a frenzy.

"Hey, his true energy can actually resonate with the Ice Curd Grass!"

Ye Chengfeng was suddenly shocked and found that the weak spiritual fluctuations of the eight ice-swallowing grasses had gathered on Mu Huarong.

Is this the special true energy of Mu Huarong, which is helpful for the growth of Ice Curd Grass?

Or is the ice-swallow grass that needs the power of ice attribute cultivation?

There was a trace of ice spiritual power in his body, maybe he could try it.

"Cheer the wind, be careful!"

When Ye Chengfeng was waving his mind, Mu Huarong's palm was about to slap Ye Chengfeng's chest.

Lin Ziwei, who was hiding on the tree branch, immediately exclaimed.

"There is another woman?"

Mu Huarong was shocked, afraid that some heat weapon Lin Ziwei would carry would pose a threat to him, so the palm power that slapped Ye Chengfeng increased the three success powers.

"Do you want to fight quickly?"

Ye Chengfeng sneered when he saw it, and his two fingers, full of spiritual power, hit Mu Huarong's palm like lightning.

puff!

Break the surface with a point!

Mu Huarong immediately leaned back and let out a very miserable scream.

The entire meridian of the right arm seemed to be burned by fire, and then it spread rapidly to the whole body.

So much so that his meridians were so painful that he couldn't bear it and fell to the ground and curled up into a ball.
Chapter completed!