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"You...who are you?"

The older ancient warrior exclaimed in disbelief.

The eyes that looked at Ye Chengfeng had become quite scared.

In fact, he and the eagle-eyed young man stopped the offensive and retreated unconsciously.

A fireball!

The little security guard in front of him actually burned a little mysterious master to ashes with a fireball as big as a fist.

It took less than five seconds before and after.

Such terrible lethal power really made their fighting spirit collapse like a dilapidated thatched hut under pressure from a huge rock.

"Is this important?"

Ye Chengfeng smiled jokingly and took a step suddenly.

He frightened the old ancient warrior and the eagle-eyed young man so much that he retreated.

I was afraid that Ye Chengfeng would throw out the terrifying fireball again.

"I only know how scared now?"

Seeing this, Ye Chengfeng couldn't help but waved his hand with a sneer, and took the bag of the elderly ancient warrior on the ground into Lingkong's hand.

While opening the bag, he said, "I have given you more than once a chance just now! You don't fight for it, don't blame me for killing your companions with ruthlessness!"

"Repay my burden!"

An older ancient warrior saw Ye Chengfeng dismantling his bag.

So, he stared at him in great pain and anxiety.

In fact, in the next second, he was attacking Ye Chengfeng with the eagle-eyed young man as if he was desperately fighting.

It is obvious that there is far more than ice salivary grass in the burden.

At the same time, there are most likely other extremely precious things.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Two people first and then, like ghosts.

The body movement is extremely fast.

The rolling ancient martial arts true energy fluctuated and surged on both of them.

So, seeing Ye Chengfeng's spiritual consciousness, it was almost the same as two groups of true qi that were approaching quickly.

"The light skills are good! No wonder I stole things but left no traces!"

Ye Chengfeng's eyes were cold, but he suddenly turned his wrist and put the bag in the ordinary one in the storage ring.

Then, Ye Chengfeng rushed out faster than them.

Bang bang!

ah!

The three Dodge's extremely fast figures instantly collided hard together.

The force bursts.

Just a touch.

Then, Ye Chengfeng stood proudly intact.

Looking at the old ancient warrior and the eagle-eyed young man, they all screamed and flew backwards.

Blood squirted from the mouth.

"Die!"

Ye Chengfeng raised his hand and the eagle-eyed young man was quickly engulfed by the fireball just like the previous black mole youth.

In a scream, he quickly annihilated.

"Stop killing me..."

The older ancient warrior was frightened.

All of this has become weak and trembling.

He didn't even get up, but he moved backwards tremblingly without getting up.

Subconsciously, I want to stay away from Ye Chengfeng the farther I want to.

"Don't kill you?"

Ye Chengfeng sneered and opened his five fingers, and when the old ancient warrior was struggling in horror, he pulled him into his eyes and tightly clamped his neck.

"Previous...Senior! Little... I don't know Mount Tai! Sorry for you! Say goodbye!"

The older ancient warrior screamed in a trembling voice.

The fearful voice was like coming to hell and seeing some terrible scene.

It was so horror and horror.

"I just realized that I was wrong now? Is it too late?"

Ye Chengfeng pinched his neck and smiled quite playfully: "However, if you can provide some valuable clues, such as precious herbs, magical weapons, etc., I don't mind giving you a life!"

Since ancient martial arts resources and cultivation resources have great similarities to those of the cultivation resources to a certain extent, the two are almost universal.

Therefore, Ye Chengfeng also had some plans when he asked this.

Anyway, I can't ask, and there is no loss to him.

But if he really asks something, he can make a small deal at least.

For Ye Chengfeng, no matter how much money he has, he cannot buy the scarce resource of cultivation.

"I...I have Nether Silk!"

When the elderly ancient martial artist heard this, he hurriedly shouted: "Just... just in the bag! Please... I will spare my life! I promise not to offend my senior again!"

"Ghost silk? What is that?"

Ye Chengfeng raised his eyebrows.

Judging from the tone of this old ancient martial artist, Nether Silk should be a treasure.

After all, this can explain that the old ancient warrior and the eagle-eyed young man, when he saw that he had taken away the bag and wanted to take it apart, he tried to snatch it back at all costs.

"That's the material for making magic weapons."

The older ancient martial artist was a little surprised: "Has he never heard of Netherworld Silk?"

"What's wrong with you who haven't heard of it? Are you not convinced?"

Ye Chengfeng frowned and felt quite unhappy.

Sometimes, the same thing is called this name in the eyes of ancient martial artists, but in the eyes of cultivators, it is another name.

Therefore, although Ye Chengfeng had guessed what the Netherworld Silk was, he was still not sure.

"No...I dare."

The older ancient warrior shook his head quickly and explained: "The Netherworld silk can be used as a whisk, which is sharp and unstoppable, and can also be made into a thread that kills people invisibly silk thread."

"So it's Qingmingsi!"

Ye Chengfeng's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this.

Then, I couldn't wait to take out the half-disassembled bag from the storage ring and completely disassembled it.

I only saw a pair of silk that was as big as a palm, with a little crystal clear blue color, lying there quietly.

When I entered the hand, I felt a slight cold feeling.

Not Qingmingsi, or what?

With this thing, Ye Chengfeng could completely repair the six broken array flags.

Although it still cannot reach the level of magic weapons, it is enough if it is simply used to arrange the formation.

In a state of joy, Ye Chengfeng couldn't help but take away the Qingming Silk and quickly checked the eight ice-swallowing plants.

Although, since last night, the Ice Pai has been stolen and has been kept in a bag.

However, now it seems that the Ice Swallow Grass is just a little bit of a sluggish and its vitality is still in the middle.

So, Ye Chengfeng hurriedly flowed with ice spiritual power, gently irrigated the eight ice-swallowing grass before putting it into the storage ring.

Then, Ye Chengfeng flipped through the package and found the last three ancient red invitations.

"On the fifth day of next month! Tianqi Mountain! Ancient Martial Arts Exchange Conference!"
To be continued...