Xianhong Road

Chapter 407 Purple Thorn Snake Teng
"It may be that she has some special magic weapon or supernatural power to block her breath, otherwise she would not have dared to compete with you just now, senior."

Yang Fan said with a smile.

"It's true. How can I say it? She dared to challenge me just now. It turns out she has a secret skill to save her life."

Ouyang Feng couldn't help laughing.

While the two were talking, a translucent silver figure appeared behind a certain big tree about hundreds of feet away from here, it was the silver-robed banshee cultivator, Lingyue.

"It's strange, even Ouyang Feng's spiritual sense can't capture my hidden magical power in space, and the human youths around him seem to be aware of my existence."

A look of surprise flashed in Lingyue's silver pupils.

"I wanted to play with that Ouyang Feng..." Lingyue was a little disappointed, and whispered: "I don't want to hit three with one."

She's talking one against three, not one against two.

After all, she turned into a faint silver shadow, shuttled through the void, and disappeared out of thin air for a moment, like a ghost.

……

"Let's go..." Yang Fan glanced at the direction where Lingyue disappeared intentionally or unintentionally, and sighed in his heart: "In the outer layer of Tianlan Temple, my omniscient senses are so restricted that they can only extend two or three hundred feet. "

Afterwards, he unfolded his consciousness again, and couldn't help being shocked.

With his spiritual consciousness close to that of a Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse, nine out of ten of it was suppressed in the outer layer of Tianlan Temple, and it was difficult to exert it at all.

"Senior, the suppression of the divine consciousness in Tianlan's outer hall is too terrifying." Yang Fan hissed.

"The higher the cultivation base, the greater the suppression, and my spiritual consciousness can extend a mile. I heard that in the outer palace, the spiritual consciousness is more suppressed, and the high-level spiritual consciousness of Jindan can't leave the body at all. This It's still the outer layer, and it can fly at low altitude, but if it's in the outer hall, it can't even fly!" Ouyang Feng said lightly, as if he was used to it.

"You come with me..."

Ouyang Feng took Yang Fan and flew deep into the outer layer.

In the outer layer of Tianlan Temple, even the Nascent Soul strongman, the flying speed is as slow as a snail, which is almost the same as that of the monks in the Concentration stage.

After flying for half a day, a desperate valley appeared ahead.

Ding ding bang bang!

There was a violent clash in front, a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator was fighting with a Transformation Demon cultivator on the opposite side.

The momentum and coercion generated by the battle made Yang Fan dare not approach. Even the few aftermath of the battle was enough to make the scalp of ordinary Jindan numb.

At the cliff of the abyss where the two powerhouses clashed, there was a purple vine with an area of ​​several tens of feet, intertwined with each other, inserted into the cliff, about the thickness of an arm, like a python, and looked extremely tough.

However, the purple vine is covered with dense barbs, which makes people startled.

"Purple Thorn Snake Teng, a high-level poison!"

Yang Fan's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but blurt out.

It was the first time he had seen poison vines of this level. As a senior pharmacist, wouldn't he understand the purpose of this thing.

Purple Thorn Snake Teng: Rare and high-quality exotic flowers and herbs, the barbs contain highly poisonous, which can corrupt blood. It is extremely tough and flexible. It is an excellent thing for refining poisons and whip auxiliary magic weapons.

"Purple Thorn Snake Teng! It turned out to be a treasure for refining auxiliary magic weapons such as whips." Ouyang Feng's eyes also lit up, and he looked excited.

The Nascent Soul strong man and the transformed monster who are fighting seem to be fighting for this thing as well.

"I was the first to discover this purple thorn snake Teng, human monk, get out of here!" The metamorphosis demon cultivator roared furiously, a pair of sharp cat claws whizzed and generated wind, and blue gale winds and sharp blades pierced through the air, sweeping across, Hole through the extremely hard rocks around.

"Whoever sees it has a share." The monk Yuanyingqi is an old man in black robes, with black air rolling around him, holding a black flag in his hand, as he waved it, the fierce wind roared in the space with a radius of hundreds of meters, and the snakes condensed by the black air rushed towards him. The shape-changing demon cultivator tore away.

Yang Fan discovered that the Transformation Demon Cultivator is extremely capable of close combat, and has great advantages in speed and strength.

And the human monk is slightly better at supernatural powers and spells.

In this way, the two were evenly matched.

"Wait, let me grab this purple thorn snake." Ouyang Feng said to Yang Fan, and with a flash, he flew straight towards the purple crystal snake.

Yang Fan showed a strange look on his face, watching from a distance.

"Don't even think about it!!" The black-robed old man and the demon cultivator are not fools, so how could they let that human being take advantage of them?
Puff!Hush!
The two attacked Ouyang Feng together.

"Hehe, this thing belongs to me!" Ouyang Feng smiled, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, an invisible Confucian righteousness shot out like a thunderbolt, and a white rainbow light was faintly visible in the air.

Boom!

The magical powers of the two Nascent Soul level monks were annihilated. Ouyang Feng took out a one-foot blade as thin as a cicada's wing, and swung four or five knives in the blink of an eye.

"A sharp attack weapon!" Yang Fan was slightly startled. He could tell that the blade in Ouyang Feng's hand was a sharp attack weapon, and it was also a seventh-rank magic weapon.

In terms of level alone, the small blade is one level higher than the Mohuang Sword, and it belongs to the top magic weapon!

Puff puff!
The cold light flickered, and half of the extremely tough purple thorn snake was cut off, and was put into the storage bag by Ouyang Feng in the blink of an eye.

"Ouyang Feng!" The old man in the black robe recognized Ouyang Feng and retreated immediately.

"Damn it—" the metamorphosis demon cultivator was about to burst into tears, his eyes were red, and he roared, turning into a seven-foot-high colorful civet cat, moving to Ouyang Feng like lightning, and raised his sharp claws to grab his forehead.

"What a speed!" Yang Fan whispered in his heart, before he could even react, the raccoon cat had already completed its attack.

"you wanna die!"

A cold light flashed in Ouyang Feng's eyes, and he waved his hand suddenly, and an iron gall ball with a diameter of half a foot hit the transformed civet cat with a "hoo".

boom! ! !
The fire on the iron gallbladder suddenly shot up, and immediately there was a loud explosion, which sent the colorful civet cat flying dozens of feet away, and spit out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

The colored civet cat showed surprise on its face: "Ancient treasure! Thunderbolt ball..."

This is because he is a transformed monster with a strong physique. If he were a human of the same level, he might have been blown to death.

And in Ouyang Feng's other hand, he held an iron gallbladder ball that shone with lightning.

Clap!

Ouyang Feng took another shot, and the thunderous iron gall turned into a streak of light, flying towards the civet cat in the blink of an eye.

The colorful civet cats were frightened and turned into more than a dozen phantoms in the blink of an eye, but they disintegrated one by one in the thunder light, making a "beep beep" sound.

"Run!"

The colored raccoon cat's speed increased sharply. After showing its figure, it turned into more than a dozen phantoms again, flew in different directions, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Hmph, you're running fast!" Ouyang Feng said unwillingly.

In this outer temple of Tianlan, the consciousness of the strong Nascent Soul is greatly restricted, making it difficult to chase.

call out!
The old man in the black robe also took the opportunity to fly away, startled by Ouyang Feng's thunderous means.

This Ouyang Feng is a monk in the mid-stage Nascent Soul, and his supernatural powers, mana, and magic weapons are all one or two better than them. Based on the situation of these two people, they are not opponents at all.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that there are such excellent materials as the purple thorn snake vine in this hidden corner."

Ouyang Feng began to pack up the loot happily, and at the same time said with a little regret: "It's a pity that I didn't kill the transformation demon cultivator, otherwise I would have gained more."

Yang Fan flew over, stared at the purple thorn snake vine, his eyes gleamed, and said to Ouyang Feng: "Senior, I am a pharmacist, and I also have a little bit of poison art. There are so many 'purple thorn snake vines' here. Can you give me a little trade?"

"Poison?" Ouyang Feng glanced at him in surprise, and said with a smile: "To refine the magic weapon, you only need one-tenth of the purple thorn snake vine here. If you need it, I can take half of the purple thorn snake here. Thorny Serpent Teng, as one of the rewards for letting you enter the outer hall to help me during this trip."

"Remuneration?" Yang Fan was slightly taken aback. In his mind, this time helping Ouyang Feng, one is to repay the favor, and the other is to seize the opportunity for himself.

"Well, it's like this. I let you enter the outer hall mainly for one thing. As for other treasures, I, Ouyang Feng, will not be greedy. Of course, if there are any treasures above the level of ancient treasures, that's another matter." But don't worry, I will never let you suffer."

Ouyang Feng explained.

What he said was frank, except for that mysterious item, other things, as long as the temptation was not fatal, he would not covet it.

"Okay." Yang Fan nodded, and took half of Ouyang Feng's purple thorn snake vine.

"By the way, senior, you let me enter the outer hall, what exactly are you looking for?" Yang Fan couldn't help asking.

Yang Fan had asked this question back in Tianyuan, but Ouyang Feng never answered.

Now that we have arrived at Tianlan Palace, the time is ripe.

Ouyang Feng was stunned, stretched out his hand and swiped around to set a restriction, then lowered his voice and said to Yang Fan: "The item I want is very important, its name is..."

Afterwards, Ouyang Feng lowered his voice, and handed another jade slip to Yang Fan: "This jade slip is a secret discovered by a Golden Core cultivator in the outer hall. Later, he was promoted to the realm of a great monk. He can't wait for 100 years, and he has no chance to return to the outside world." Hall. There is a general route on it, you find a way to find the place, and then try to get the treasure."

"Will the Golden Core cultivator reveal the news about this thing to others? If others know about it, then..."

Yang Fan raised his doubts.

"No." Ouyang Feng said decisively: "Because that Golden Core cultivator was me 300 years ago. Of course, after that, there have been two century-old sea disasters. Whether anyone has explored that place is also a question. an unknown."

Yang Fan put away the jade slip and said, "Don't worry senior, I will definitely try to get this thing."

"Okay, I'll take you to the outer hall now, it will be of great benefit to you to go in earlier. However, before that, I will give you a trump card!"

"Assassin's mace?" Yang Fan looked expectant, what would Ouyang Feng give him as a mace and treasure?
Under Yang Fan's gaze, Ouyang Feng took out a purple scroll, on which thunder and lightning patterns and textures could be faintly seen.

swoosh~
Slightly injected mana, a trace of lightning was released from the purple scroll, and the surrounding air was suffocated.

Ouyang Feng handed this thing to Yang Fan: "This thing is very precious, I will lend it to you for the time being, if you can successfully get that treasure, it will belong to you."

Yang Fan took the purple scroll, and immediately felt the majestic and frightening power above it, and one hand couldn't help trembling slightly.

(Second update)

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