Two hours later, Yang Ming and Zi Yan left Heihuang City and stopped in a valley two hundred miles southwest of Heihuang City.

"Dimens are divided into dirty things, hurry up and get dirty things." Zi Yan grabbed Yang Ming's arm and jumped, keeping her mouth lying in her mouth, like a tangled sperm.

"Okay, OK, you're definitely the one you can't do without."

Yang Ming looked helpless and muttered in a low voice. "It is said that the dragon clan is born with a treasure collection habit, and I didn't expect that the Taixu Ancient Dragon could not be spared."

"Select the dirty quickly, and divide the dirty quickly." Zi Yan didn't care what he was thinking, but just kept urging him.

"Okay, okay, that's all."

Yang Ming looked around and found a relatively spacious location, took out the bronze tower and overturned it.

"Crazy!"

Countless treasures poured down and piled up into a hill.

The rich spiritual energy soared into the sky, making the vitality of heaven and earth in the valley boil.

"Mine, all mine!"

Zi Yan's eyes shone with a shiny light and rushed towards the Lingyao Hill.

Before she could pounce on her, Yang Ming reached out and grabbed her, picked her up, and said, "It's still the same rule. The medicinal materials above level seven, monster materials, and spiritual objects in the world belong to me, and the rest belong to you."

Zi Yan kicked her limbs and shouted with her teeth and claws: "It's not fair, it's not fair. A seventh-level medicinal material can be at least a few hundred four- or five-level medicinal materials. This is unfair, we have to re-dividend."

"The objection is invalid!"

Yang Ming ignored her resistance, waved his hand very domineeringly, and made a decision unreasonably. "If you give the seventh grade medicinal materials, you can't digest them. It's too wasteful. Besides, I was the one who contributed the most, and the big head should belong to me."

Zi Yan stared at a pair of watery Lingling's eyes, her cheeks bulged like a bun, and she shouted: "This is unfair. I have done a lot of effort. Without me, you can't find their treasure house. I will grow up soon. The seventh-level medicinal herbs can't be digested now, and I can't use it to digest it."

Yang Ming said without hesitation: "Without you, at most I can take more time to arrest their sect leader and elders, and can still ask them about the location of the treasure house. It's the same with you or not. If you want it or not, I will put it away all."

Zi Yan held her hand and waved her hard twice at him, saying, "Wait, I will grow up soon. Then I will definitely want you to spit out all the medicinal materials you snatched me."

"I'll wait."

Yang Ming glanced at her disdainfully, reached out to the treasure mountain in front of him, and countless treasures floated up. Then he pointed his fingers and pointed them again. Every time he clicked, a kind of spiritual object in heaven and earth flew out of the pile of treasures.

"Enough is enough!" Zi Yan stood in front of Yang Ming and jumped and jumped, with a look of fleshy pain on her face.

"Hmph."

Yang Ming ignored her at all, continued to pick and pick up her, and pointed out dozens of heaven and earth spirits in one breath, and then waved his hand to collect them.

"Okay, the rest is yours."

Zi Yan bulged her mouth, glared at Yang Ming fiercely, then ran to the treasure mountain quickly, and put away the treasures with a smile.

“Just ahead.”

At this moment, a man's rough voice came over: "The spiritual fluctuation just now was transmitted from the valley in front of him. There must be spiritual objects in heaven and earth."

Another voice said: "Yes, my treasure hunting cicada has also sensed it."

The third voice said: "This place is not far from the Black Imperial City, and there must be someone in the Black Imperial Sect who has sensed it. Let's go quickly and don't let the people from the Black Imperial City take the lead."

Yang Ming and Zi Yan paused their movements, looked up at the same time, and immediately saw three black dots, rushing from the horizon.

"Dou Qi is transformed into wings... These three guys are at least masters of the Dou King level." Yang Ming said. These three people were obviously attracted by the spiritual fluctuations produced by heavenly objects.

Zi Yan quickly accelerated the speed, no longer appreciated and enjoyed it, and quickly put the treasure into her pocket.

After a few breaths, three figures descended into the valley and stopped above Yang Ming and Zi Yan. The three of them were wearing the same robes, obviously from the same force.

Although Zi Yan's move to collect treasure was very fast, these three people still saw it in their eyes.

"Little girl, hand over the things and I'll leave you a complete body." One of them said with a smile.

"What? I didn't see anything?" Zi Yan covered her pocket and shook her head quickly.

"Don't deny it, the thing is in your pocket." The second person said.

"No, this is my thing." Zi Yan shouted and hid behind Yang Ming.

"Be honest, hand over the things quickly. Our patience is really limited. If you are too anxious, you can't discipline you for survival or death." The third person shouted fiercely.

"Noisy!"

Yang Ming had no intention of talking about such a minion. His figure flashed and appeared above the three of them in three places, slapped them down.

"Bang bang bang."

The three people smashed in front of Zi Yan like stacked arhats. The bones all over their bodies seemed to be dispersed, screaming in pain, but they couldn't even move.

"Now tell me, why can't you survive or die?" Yang Ming stood in front of them and said with a sarcastic smile.

"Misunderstanding, these are all misunderstandings. We didn't know that Mr. is here, so we accidentally bumped into Mr. He and asked Mr. to spare our lives for the sake of our leader." A man screamed and begged for mercy.

"Yes, yes, it's all misunderstandings. Please spare your life, senior." The remaining two people also said repeatedly.

"Who is your leader?" Yang Ming said oh and said lightly.

"Our leader is Lord Han Feng and Han." One of them said.

"Han Feng?" Yang Ming asked with his eyebrows raised. "But Han Feng, the medicine emperor who is known as the first alchemist in the Black Horn Domain?"

"That's right, it's Lord Yao Emperor."

"We are all from the Black Alliance and are doing services for Lord Yaohuang."

"Please spare our lives for the sake of Lord Han Feng and the Black Alliance."

The three of them said.

Yang Ming's eyes rolled and asked, "What's Han Feng asking you to do?"

"This..." The three of them hesitated and hesitated.

Yang Ming sneered and said in a deep voice: "It seems that you three want to die."

"I said, I said."

"We really don't know what happened to Lord Han Feng."

"The three of us are delivering letters to Lord Yaohuang."

The three of them dared not hesitate anymore and said quickly.

"Who will send a letter to?" Yang Ming said.

"Mr. Mo Tianxing, the leader of the Black Emperor Sect," said one of them.

"Where do you believe?" Yang Ming said.

"It's up to me." This person said, since he had already opened his mouth, there was no need to hide it anymore, so he could just explain it all.

Yang Ming stretched out his hand and a letter flew out of the man and landed in his hands.

"It's true." Yang Ming Zhanxin read it and showed an unexpected expression on his face.

It turned out that the heart inflammation riot fell not long ago, revealing its breath.

Han Feng sensed the aura of the strange fire and determined the location of the strange fire, so he sent someone to contact his allies and prepared to go to the inner courtyard to grab the strange fire.

"We have said everything that senior should know. Please spare our lives." This person said.

"Give you aside?"

Yang Ming sneered, exhaled his strength, shook the letter into powder, and then slapped it with his palm.

With a "bang", the three of them fell into the ground and blood gushed out.

"Let's go and grab Han Feng." Zi Yan's eyes rolled, grabbed Yang Ming's arm, and shouted excitedly. "The alchemist is the richest group of people. Han Feng is the first alchemist in the Black Horn Domain. He must have a lot of medicinal materials in his hand."

“It makes sense.”

Yang Ming nodded with a smile, spread the map of the Black Horn Domain, and said, "Han Feng's mansion is in Fengcheng. From here to Fengcheng, you have to pass by Kuilang City, Tianyin City and Crazy Lion City, and you can just grab the treasure houses of these three places."

"Uh-huh."

Zi Yan nodded like pounding garlic, her eyes shining, and her little face smiled like a flower. She wanted to fly over immediately and snatch them all...

...

Fengcheng is located on the edge of endless mountains, and its area is not large. Its prosperity is worse than that of Black Seal City, Diyan City, etc. There is no large force in the city that dominates the country, but this city plays an important role in the Black Horn Domain, because there is one person in the city named Han Feng.

Han Feng is a sixth-grade alchemist, the first person in the Black Horn Realm. He has extraordinary signs. If you want to dig out his identity as an alchemist, Han Feng himself is also a strong man at the peak of the Nine Star Dou Emperor. He has half his foot in the Dou Zong realm, and he has a strange fire "Sea Heart Flame". His strength is only stronger than that of a strong man who has just entered the Dou Zong realm. In the entire Black Horn Realm, people with stronger strength than Han Feng can count with one hand. With his strength alone, ordinary first-class forces dare not provoke him.

In the middle of Fengcheng City, there is a quiet bamboo forest, and there are guards outside the bamboo forest. There is a simple bamboo house in the bamboo forest, which is Han Feng's residence.

This bamboo forest can be regarded as a forbidden area in Fengcheng City. No one dares to disturb it on weekdays, but in recent days, many strong people have come here to break the quiet atmosphere of the bamboo forest.

"Master, Ban Lao is here." A man named Han Beng walked to the bamboo building and said respectfully.

Ban Lao is a seven-star Douhuang, with a strong strength, ranking fourth in the blacklist, second only to Han Feng.

"I know, I'll go to receive this person in person." Han Feng walked out of the bamboo building and asked as he walked: "Has there been a reply from the Black Emperor Sect?"

"Return to the master, the Black Emperor Sect has not replied yet." Han Beng said.

"How could this happen? Even if Master Mo doesn't accept my invitation, he will at least bring a reply." Han Feng frowned and said to himself: "Can it be that something happened to Han Hu and the others?"

Han Beng stood respectfully and stood silently. He knew when he should speak and when he should not speak.

"Send someone to check it out and report it as soon as possible." Han Feng pondered for a while and said loudly.

"Yes." Han Beng replied. Mobile phone users should visit http://m.piaotian.net
Chapter completed!