Qin Dong subconsciously glanced at the Dragon Turtle Spirit Pill lying quietly in the Qiankun Sheng. He secretly made up his mind to take advantage of this rare opportunity to seek more resources on the Xunran Continent in order to defeat the Fantasy Beast Clan.

Make preparations.

Although the topography of Dongji Wonderland and the Dark Abyss are different, the distribution of spiritual energy is similar, from the outside to the inside, gradually increasing. It feels like walking from the seaside to the depths of the sea.

Feng Lang took a deep breath of air greedily, and suddenly felt a clear current flowing through his body, and his mind was refreshed.

"If I could practice here all year round, my cultivation might have already broken through the fifth-level bottleneck." Feng Lang said with emotion.

Although Feng Lang has now broken through the fifth-level bottleneck and joined the ranks of sixth-level monks, this is all thanks to Qin Dong. If it were Feng Lang's own strength, it would still take several years.[

"What a refreshing medicinal fragrance, it must be the best!" Feng Lang's nose twitched, and his expression suddenly perked up. Before Feng Lang finished speaking, Qin Dong's figure had already moved towards the direction where the medicinal fragrance came from.

, Fenglang hurriedly followed.

The ginseng with eighteen-grade leaves, not to mention Feng Lang, even Qin Dong was stunned. In the eyes of ordinary people, the ginseng with nine-grade leaves is already extraordinary, and the ginseng with eighteen-grade leaves would not even be thought of.

When Qin Dong was in the heaven, following Qin Tailong around, he had seen a lot of top-grade ginseng. He had seen twelfth-grade leaves and fifteen-grade leaves, but it was also the first time for him to see the eighteen-grade leaves.

arrive.

"Fourth brother, are you afraid that this ginseng tree will last for thousands of years?" Feng Lang was not a greedy person, but when he saw such a ginseng tree, he was stunned.

"I'm afraid it must be more than fifty thousand years old!" Qin Dong said slowly.

"Fifty...fifty thousand years? Oh my god! Isn't that enough to become a spirit?" Feng Lang's expression became a bit dull.

Qin Dong smiled and shook his head. Those legends about ginseng turning into spirits are most likely unbelievable.

"By the way, fourth brother, will this ginseng tree be helpful to my sister?" Feng Lang suddenly thought about it, his expression full of eagerness.

Qin Dong sighed and said, "The 50,000-year-old ginseng has absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to an extent that is unimaginable. Once released, ordinary people may not be able to bear it."

"My sister is not an ordinary person, she is also a monk after all!"

Qin Dong turned to look at Feng Lang. His gaze made Feng Lang's heart skip a beat. "I'm afraid even you won't be able to withstand the medicinal power of this ginseng."

"So powerful!?" Feng Lang was dumbfounded.

"Whoosh!" Feng Lang's exclamation had not yet landed when he heard a sharp whistling sound suddenly coming from the dense forest. Qin Dong turned his head and saw that it was a sharp arrow flying over at high speed. But it didn't reach the ground.

It wasn't for Qin Dong and Fenglang, so Qin Dong didn't move.

The sharp arrow fell suddenly and rapidly only one foot away from Qin Dong, and was inserted into the soil with a pop. The snow-white arrow feathers were still trembling.

"Who?" Fenglang's face suddenly became filled with gloom as he was attacked by surprise again.

"You'd better not move. I discovered this ginseng tree first!" A voice came from the dense forest, which was a bit childish. It must be that its owner is not very old.
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