3015: C3015 I'll Meet Jing Peng Again

C3015 I'll Meet Jing Peng Again

Jiang Ting stood on a rocky slope in the Herb Gathering Valley. He looked at the long slope in front of him and then looked at the swamp forest behind him. He felt a headache coming on.

There were many swamps in the south of the Herb Gathering Valley.

Although he had left the swamp area, he thought he had left the south area of the Herb Gathering Valley. In fact, he was still very far from leaving the south area.

According to the map he had obtained from Daoist Fresh Breeze, the Herb Garden was many times larger than the Crane Mourn Mountain.

Unsurprisingly, he had to cross at least seven or eight swamps in a straight line before he could set foot in the western region of the Herb Garden.

After resting for a while, Jiang Ting lifted his foot and jumped up again, flying toward the top of the hill. This slope was very big, very big!

At least, Jiang Ting could not see his head at first glance.

He estimated that it would take him at least half a day to pass through the slope if he used all his strength to travel and compared it with the map.

Soon, two hours passed.

"This slope is quite barren. I've been traveling for so long, but I didn't find anything. " Jiang Ting, who was still rushing, couldn't help but feel helpless.

When he was in the swamp forest, not to mention the fact that there were spiritual herbs everywhere, at least he could find a spiritual herb in half an hour. However, the value of the herb was hard to determine. According to his estimations, his two days of harvest in the swamp, if he did not consider handing it over to the sect, those spiritual herbs could be sold for at least three thousand Spirit Stones!

It could be said to be a huge sum of money! A huge sum of money that he had picked up for free!

Moreover, he would often encounter Demonic Beasts. . . During the two days in the swamp forest, the Demonic Beasts he encountered were not very strong. Other than the Ink Wind Crocodiles he encountered when he first teleported in, the other Demonic Beasts were all items that were instantly killed.

His storage bag had long been filled with Corpse of Demon Beasts, and he had even lost quite a few worthless Corpse of Demon Beasts. Helplessly, apart from the three Black Feather Pavilion disciples that he had encountered when he first killed the Ink Wind Crocodiles, he had never encountered anyone else, so he had not been able to obtain his storage bag.

In general, although the marsh forest was filled with miasma and there were often Demonic Beasts coming and going, it was undoubtedly a treasure land. If it wasn't for the fact that he was thinking about whether he could find the five most important materials for the Foundation Establishment Pill, he might have been able to make a fortune by staying in the marsh forest.

And now, after rushing for two hours on this slope, he didn't see a single Demonic Beast, nor did he find any spirit herbs or natural treasures.

As he was thinking, Jiang Ting, who was still flying, suddenly stopped in his tracks. He didn't see any spiritual herbs or natural treasures, but rather, on the top of the slope. Someone was rapidly approaching.

He went up from the bottom of the slope. Someone was coming down from the top of the slope. . . And it seemed like they were moving at an extremely fast speed.

Hide?

Just as this thought arose in his mind, Jiang Ting revealed a slightly melancholic expression. Although there were a lot of rocks on the slope, it was not very big. It was not easy to find a suitable hiding place.

The most important thing was that. . . He could see the people coming down the slope. Then, the person opposite him could also see him.

If he hid now, wouldn't he be considered to be afraid? It would be even more troublesome.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ting turned his wrist and took out the Black Dragon Spear. "Anyway, this Herb Grafting Valley is a place of chaotic battles. It just so happens that I need a storage bag now. "

En, he had already decided. If possible, he would kill the person and make a small fortune.

He would wait for the rabbit in the tree and conserve his energy.

Jiang Ting casually stood on a rock and waited.

About three breaths later.

Jiang Ting, who was waiting, narrowed his eyes. There was more than one person approaching.

At that moment, he still could not see the person's face clearly, but he could see the person behind him. There were two more people, a total of three people.

Moreover, those three people were not in the same group.

Yes, one chasing, one fleeing!1

The reason why he was so sure was that Jiang Ting could sense the fluctuation of the spiritual energy. He also saw that the two people chasing him would occasionally shoot out fireballs and wind blades to attack him.

Seeing this, Jiang Ting could not help but be speechless. "No wonder we haven't been able to touch anyone. This Herb Grafting Valley covers a large area. There are six sects, and each sect has an average of fifty people. Three hundred people are scattered across the entire Herb Grafting Valley, and they are also attacking each other. It's normal that they don't touch each other. "

After that, he inserted the Black Dragon Spear into the ground and waited quietly.

Unless he was surrounded by three or more people, Jiang Ting really was not afraid of anyone.

While waiting, another thirty breaths of time passed.

The distance between the fleeing parties and Jiang Ting shrank in a straight line. Jiang Ting could also see the appearance of those three people.

Unexpectedly, the person who ran away was an acquaintance. . . Jing Peng!

That's right, it was the Jing Peng who had been guarding the State of Zhao for a long time. When Jiang Ting, Lu Zhu, and Fu Zheng went to do the exorcism mission, he had met Jing Peng once.

As for the two people chasing after him, he didn't know them. He could only infer from the tiger skin yellow clothes that they were from the Demon Refining Pavilion.

Jing Peng, who was running for his life, called out in ecstasy, "Junior disciple Jiang. "

Jiang Ting's mouth twitched. "Senior disciple Jing Peng. "

He had been thinking of killing one of them when the three of them got close, and then killing the other two. In this way, he would be able to get at least three bags of holding and their resources, and he would be able to make a fortune.

In the end. . . Not only was one of them Jing Peng, who he had met once, but he was also a disciple of the Violet Frost Sect. As a result, it would be somewhat immoral for him to attack Jing Peng.

Most importantly, even if he killed the two people chasing after him, the spoils of war would be split among one more person. . .

With each passing day, a large sum of money seemed to have become very little.

"Junior Brother, come and help me. These two thieves from the Demon Refining Pavilion actually bullied more people. They are really despicable. " Jing Peng was still shouting.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Peng finally got close to Jiang Ting. He stopped not far away from Jiang Ting, panting.

The two disciples of the Demon Refining Pavilion stopped 30 meters away.

The distance of thirty meters was neither long nor short. Whether it was attack, defense, or retreat, there was one everywhere. It was a good distance for the ninth level of Qi Refining to stay alert.

One of the disciples of the Demon Refining Pavilion narrowed his eyes and said, "Fellow Cultivator of the Purple Frost Sect, you'd better mind your own business. "

"Exactly. That kid actually dared to seize the spirit herbs from us earlier. His death isn't to be regretted. . . "

After pausing for a moment, the other person circulated the magic power in his body. "He is already at the end of his rope. Even if you join forces, you will still die without a doubt!"

Obviously, although these two disciples of the Demon Refining Pavilion didn't know Jiang Ting, they didn't want to fight him. . . It wasn't easy to kill an opponent who was at his peak.

Jing Peng panicked and hurriedly explained, "Junior brother, don't believe them. This is just their excuse. "

Jiang Ting's eyes flickered slightly when he saw this. The reason?

Actually, the reason wasn't important.

The important result. The result was that, as the two disciples of the Demon Refining Pavilion had said, Jing Peng was almost at the end of his rope. Otherwise, if he was a dignified cultivator, then how could he have fallen into a sorry state when he was gasping for breath when his magic was slightly more abundant?

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