3022: C3022 Young Han

C3022 Young Han

After Jiang Ting consumed the healing pill, he exhaled slightly. . . He exerted all of his strength to activate the Ring-Ring Mother Blade. It seemed like he could easily kill Qi Hong, but in reality, it was not so easy to activate the power of a high-ranked magic weapon. His meridians were suffering at this moment.

After recovering for a while, Jiang Ting walked toward the place where the Fire Lightning had exploded. He was sure that Qi Hong had been killed by the explosion. He had been hit by the Fire Lightning head-on when he was at the end of his flight. How could he have survived?

The only reason he had come so close was to see if there were any spoils of war left behind.

The Fire Lei was an area-of-effect explosion attack. . . . Storage bags and whatnot. He had already given up. Because, storage pouches weren't something with a strong defense. Being in the center of the explosion, they were definitely destroyed, and the things in the storage pouches disappeared into the chaotic streams of space.

His only hope was that Qi Hong had something left behind.

After fighting for so long, he had even used a Fire Lightning. . . . If he didn't get anything, he would probably be so depressed that he would cough up blood.

Thankfully, this was a swamp, and was filled with humidity. Without the power of magic to bolster fire, it wouldn't have been able to spread, and would have been extinguished very quickly.

After all, the swamp didn't have much, just that there was a lot of humidity.

When he got close to where Qi Hong was previously. . . That place had already returned to its original state.

After all, this was a swampy and muddy land. No matter how powerful the spells and treasures were, as long as they didn't have the power to incinerate mountains and boil seas, the mud would flow like water and fill the hole.

Nothing was left behind except for a pair of boots. Everything else had either been blown up by the Fire Lightning, or had been destroyed in Qi Hong's bag of holding along with the spatial turbulence.

After examining them, Jiang Ting's eyes widened in surprise. "These shoes seem to be the pair of. . . Mid-grade magic tools that Qi Hong is wearing?"

The power of the Fire Master was not low. Any magic tools or weapons below mid-grade magic tools would not be able to withstand the explosion of the Fire Master. They would definitely be shattered.

In other words, a middle-grade magic weapon had to be at least a middle-grade magic weapon to be able to survive the explosion of the Fire Master.

With a thought, Jiang Ting crooked his finger and circulated his magic power, lifting the pair of boots in front of him.

With a sweep of his divine sense. . . A middle-grade magic tool!

"Boots type magic tools are basically auxiliary magic tools! . . . I made a huge profit. " Jiang Ting's eyes started to smile.

There were three types of magic tools.

Offense, defense, and support.

In summary, offensive type magical artifacts were the cheapest, defensive type was more expensive than offensive type magical artifacts, and auxiliary type magical artifacts were the most expensive.

It wasn't always like that. However, in most cases, it was always like this. For example, a set of offensive magical equipment like the Ring-Ring Mother Blade was different from ordinary magical equipment in terms of value.

An intermediate auxiliary magical equipment was worth almost as much as a high-grade magical equipment, right?

"As expected of the champion of the Demon Refining Pavilion's outer sect competition. Even if the other items are destroyed, the only remaining spoils of war are still shockingly valuable. " After muttering to himself, Jiang Ting put the boots into his storage bag without hesitation.

He wasn't in a hurry to refine them, but rather, looked off into the distance. . . Into an extremely rare shrub in the swamp.

Jiang Ting just watched quietly without making any movements.

After about ten breaths, Jiang Ting could feel that the pain and discomfort in his meridians had completely disappeared under the effect of the pill. The effect of the healing pill had not yet expired. It was still recovering from the injuries from the battle with Qi Hong.

After sensing his body for a while, Jiang Ting said softly, "Fellow Daoist, have you seen enough of the show?"

"Ang. . . " With the roar of a dragon, the Profound Dragon Spear turned into a flood dragon and pounced forward. It pointed straight at the shrubbery that Jiang Ting was looking at.

In the blink of an eye, the Black Dragon Spear had already moved half the distance away from Jiang Ting's voice.

Another instant passed.

"Keke. . . " Following a burst of laughter, an afterimage suddenly appeared from the bushes and leaped into the distance. . . With a single leap, the distance between them was close to thirty feet, and it directly landed at the fork of a large tree not far away.1

"With a bang, the mud splashed in all directions, and the Black Dragon Spear sank into the mud, leaving only the handle of the spear that was less than half an inch on the ground.

After that, Jiang Ting did not attack. Instead, he recalled the Black Dragon Spear.

As for the black shadow that leaped between the branches. . . It was a woman dressed in tight black clothes. She was filled with an unusual charm.

After seeing it clearly, Jiang Ting held the Black Dragon Spear with a calm expression. "Fellow Daoist Han Youqing, may I know what advice you have for me?"

That person was none other than Han Youqing, the champion of the Blackplume Pavilion's outer sect competition.

In the distance.

Han Youqing's eyes flickered as he leaped down from the tree branch and stepped on the surface of the mud barefooted. He had the protection of magic power. With his bare feet, he did not touch the mud at all.

Twisting and twisting, he slowly approached.

After a while, she stood about fifteen meters away from Jiang Ting and said in a soft and sweet voice, "Fellow Daoist, why are you separated for no reason. . . "

Her voice gradually lowered, and it made one's heart itch.

Even Jiang Ting suddenly felt a little burning in his heart.

However, in an instant, Jiang Ting lightly bit the tip of his tongue.

Half a breath later.

A flaming Longsword appeared above Jiang Ting's head, and as soon as it appeared, it slashed towards Han Youqing with raging flames.

Han Youqing's body flashed, and he moved two meters horizontally. "Fellow Daoist, you really don't understand the style. "

The flaming Longsword struck the swamp and spread out the mud. Then, the mud flowed back and filled up the pothole.

Jiang Tingze's expression remained the same. "The Herb Gathering Valley has only been opened for a short seven days. Could it be that Fellow Daoist Han wishes to take a trip to the place Fellow Daoist Qi Hong has gone to?"

The Black Dragon Spear pointed into the distance, and spear light shot out.

"Fellow Daoist is truly a block of wood, hehe. . . " While covering his face with a smile, Han Youqing swiftly retreated.

Jiang Tingze quietly circulated his magic power and continuously calmed his heart. The fear in his heart grew stronger and stronger. . . He still could not tell what kind of magic Han Youqing used to attract people's desires was.

In a situation where he didn't know anything, he would be at a huge disadvantage in a fight. Fortunately, Han Youqing wasn't ready to lose face.

On the other side.

Han Youqing retreated fifteen meters as soon as he stepped back. He only stopped when he knew he was about thirty meters away from Jiang Ting. . . For someone at the ninth level of Qi Refining. . . Thirty meters. . . It was a very subtle distance.

Whether it was offense, defense, or escape, 30 meters was almost the limit. That's right, when it was hard to distinguish between friend and foe, the most vigilant distance.

"Fellow Daoist was actually able to kill Qi Hong. This servant really admires you. " Han Youqing, who had retreated to a distance of 30 meters, spoke with a voice filled with yearning, and he himself pretended to be weak and weak.

Jiang Ting's expression didn't change. "Although Qi Hong is extremely strong, if Fellow Daoist Han wants to attack, I'm afraid it will be much easier than me. "

He felt somewhat helpless in his heart. For the time being, he couldn't figure out what Han Youqing was planning to do. Otherwise, why would he waste his time talking to her?

If he knew what Han Youqing's means were, then even if he made it clear, even if it was a direct fight, he would not be afraid. However, the unknown was the danger.

And because of the unknown, he was afraid!

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