Chapter 408

The old wind didn't care about the guys behind him. If those guys really chose to siege him, he would walk away. Trying to keep up with him at their speed is like a fool's dream.

"Princess, if we don't act separately from Mr. Gu Feng, let's go to find Jin Jiawei, and then we'll meet." Zhuo Chengping thought and said.

His suggestion is quite pertinent. After all, ancient customs have been watched by so many people now. It's not a good choice to be with him.

"No, that's good." shuiqianrou glanced at Zhuo Chengping and said indifferently. She also scruples about Zhuo Chengping's face. After all, his talent is very advanced among the talented Jin Jiawei. If she were someone else, she wouldn't just answer coldly.

"It's almost there."

Feel that more and more rich spiritual power, a hot color in the eyes of the ancient wind, said softly. His mood was also a little excited. After all, the fluctuation of this spiritual power was not weak, even with a faint threat. It was obviously a great thing.

In front of them, a hazy light flickered. It was a piece of ruins. There seemed to be something floating in the air.

"That's..." Shui qianrou looked at the thing suspended on the ruins, and his eyes flashed with horror. Then he couldn't help but say, "snow curds fat?"

"Snow curds fat?!" a flash of pure light flashed in the eyes of the ancient wind. His eyes were full of shaking color, looking at the things in the fuzzy light. The black and white light flashed in his eyes, and his sharp eyes directly passed through the fuzzy light and saw the things in it.

There are three fruits like snow, emitting a cold smell. The surrounding space is condensed because of the cold breath.

"Sure enough, it's snow curd." Gu Feng's face also flashed a shaking color.

Snow curdling fat is a magic medicine that can only be born in thousands of years of ice and snow. It belongs to the first-class magic medicine of Xuanpin. But this elixir, even those super powers, is very jealous.

Because snow curd is not like an ordinary elixir, which is used to refine pills and enhance strength. Snow curd itself is a naturally formed elixir, which can live and die, and white bone is not bad at all. Moreover, the longer the growth year of snow curd, the more terrible the medicine contained in it. A golden grain represents a thousand years. With each more golden grain, the grade of xuecongzhi will increase by one grade. If the nine patterns are perfect and turn into golden snow curd, it will be comparable to the magic medicine.

The conditions for the birth of snow curd are also very harsh. Rare things are more expensive, making snow curd a priceless treasure.

"Our luck is really good. We met three snow curds at one time." Feng Qingyang said with excitement on his face.

Gu Feng shook his head gently and said, "there are no few people here. If we take all three pieces of snow curd as our own, it will certainly cause public anger at that time."

"What are you waiting for? We took two and ran straight away, and let the rest be robbed by the guys behind." Feng Qingyang showed an obscene smile on his face and looked at the snow congealed fat in the hazy light.

"I'm afraid it's not that easy." the ancient wind and water looked into the distance and said solemnly.

"What's the matter?" Feng Qingyang was a little confused, so.

Whew!

However, just as the wind was clear and the voice had just fallen, in the distance, suddenly there was a very harsh sound of swords, the water was soft, the ancient wind looked slightly narrowed, turned his head, and saw a bright light surging in the distance. In that light, there were more than a dozen human shadows stepping into the air. There are black iron swords under their feet, which are very fast.

"Flying with the sword." Gu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. These people came with the sword, which reminded him of the mysterious woman he met when exploring treasure in Yancheng, Miss Yi. Gu Feng didn't know the identity of the woman, but she also flew jade slips. However, the skill of the sword is much better than these people.

"Iron sword sect?"

Looking at the suddenly killed lightsaber, Gu Feng's eyes narrowed..

This is also a very powerful force. It is a top sect. It is famous for its sword and its swordsmanship is incomparable.

"It seems that this time we have met something good. Jianchen, go and get the Three Snow curds." in the iron sword sect, a thin young Wuxiu didn't look at the ancient style. They looked at the Three Snow curds in the dim light, and then said to one of them.

"Yes."

The young man stepped out and looked proud to sweep the ancient wind and others. Looking at shuiqianrou, his face showed a startling color.

The young martial arts cultivation speed was very fast. In the blink of an eye, he was close to the hazy light. His eyes were hot and looked at the snow curd.

"Whew"

A sharp howl came, and the light of Lingli shot at the young man's palm. If he continued, his palm would be cut off by the light of Lingli.

The young man dodged the light of the spiritual power. Then he looked at their ancient style with a gloomy face and a sneer.

"Boy, do you want to die?" the young man said in a cold voice.

"There must be a first come first served. We found the snow curd first. It's too greedy for you to take all three snow curd." Gu Feng said indifferently.

In the sky, the young man led by the iron sword gate took a look at the ancient style, and his mouth was ironic. He said, "there are strange things in heaven and earth. Those who can get them. If you are strong enough, you can come to the gun in person."

"Then I really want to grab it and try." Gu Feng sneered, his steps gently stepped down, the space fluctuated slightly, and the whole person disappeared from his place in an instant.

"Jian Chen, be careful." in the sky, the young man of the iron sword gate changed his face and shouted at Jian Chen below.

However, his voice just fell, and the ancient wind had appeared in front of Wu Xiu called Jianchen like a ghost.

The fluorescent fist, carrying the power of terror, blasted towards the sword Chen

Jianchen's pupils are locked, because this fist is too powerful. Although there is no fluctuation of spiritual power, the pure and terrible power makes the space creak, and the strong wind makes his face change greatly.

"Bang"

There is no suspense. Jianchen, whose power has reached the dual level of soul forging realm, has no chance to reflect. He is directly blown out by the ancient wind for tens of feet. Along the way, buildings collapsed, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

Jianchen is in such a situation because the ancient wind finally stops. Otherwise, this Jianchen will not only be injured, but will be directly blasted by the terrible power on the ancient wind's fist.

The scene was silent in vain, and the martial arts practitioners of the iron sword gate showed a look of horror. Looking at the ancient wind's eyes with the color of panic, is this still a human? It's terrible to rely on the physical strength alone. It's just like a monster.

"Boy, don't you dare to hurt my iron sword sect disciple." the young man headed by the iron sword sect, his face was blue and his eyes were full of cold, staring at the ancient wind.

"The sword is unparalleled. You should know that if he hadn't stopped just now, the disciple of your iron sword gate would have been a corpse." Shui qianrou opened his mouth indifferently, walked forward slowly and looked at the humanity of the iron sword gate.

"Shuiqianrou, I didn't expect you to be here." the young man called jianmatchless looked at shuiqianrou and said in surprise.

"I feel it at last."

"That's snow curd..."

The sound of surprise came, and then there was a sound of wheezing and panting. After all, snow curd is too rare. It's more precious than local magic medicine.

However, soon these people were quiet, and their eyes swept over the people of the ancient wind and the iron sword school, full of dignified color.

"Irrelevant people wait to get back quickly." in the iron sword sect, a triple bottom martial artist in the soul forging realm came out, glanced at those martial artists, and said in a cold voice.

"Nothing? Your iron sword sect thinks it's your sect. If you want to swallow snow and curd alone, you also need to see if you have that ability." among the crowd, there are also four soul forging and four heavy martial arts cultivation. The cultivation accomplishments of these four people are good. Their breath is calm and magnificent. They are not weak even compared with the triple cultivation of the soul forging realm of the iron sword sect.

The iron sword sect's Wu Xiu's face changed, and the momentum of the four people was very terrible.

"I think so. My iron sword sect wants two of them. As for the remaining one, you can distribute it." jianwushuang said.

"Shit, cunning guy." Gu Feng couldn't help scolding. If Wu Xiu, who cooperated temporarily, really agreed to the unparalleled sword, it would not be a good thing for them.

"You are really greedy. There are only three pieces of snow curd here, and your iron sword sect wants two of them. Don't you pay attention to us?" Gu Feng sneered.

"Boy, don't be shameless. Our iron sword sect is powerful and has many people. If it doesn't come back, it will kill you directly." behind the unparalleled sword, a black faced man came out and roared at the ancient wind.

"You want to kill us?" shuiqianrou said faintly, with a dangerous light in his eyes, staring at the black faced man.

"When..." the black faced man wanted to speak, but looking at the dangerous light in Shui qianrou's eyes, he couldn't help tightening his face and sweating on his forehead.

Shuiqianrou is the top ten strong man in the purgatory tower. Even the sword is unparalleled. It's not easy to kill shuiqianrou.

"Don't be surprised, Princess water. I think it's good. You and I take one respectively, and the rest is left to you." jianwushuang said with a smile.

Everyone has no opinion on this distribution method. They don't have to say that they never thought they would monopolize these snow curds. As for those martial arts practices, they are also very clear in their hearts. This is the bottom line of iron sword gate and ancient customs. If they disagree, there will only be a big war.