Chapter 1896 The Last Material

Lin Xiulang pointed at the elder of Yunhe Sect, with a look of resentment on his face, and said loudly: "Senior, the treasure here is on that old immortal."

Yang Feng turned around and stared at the red-haired monk of Yunhe Sect, "You, take out the treasure for this shopkeeper." Yang Feng's voice was full of indifference, without a trace of emotion.

At this time, the red-haired monk was still struggling in his heart, wanting to resist, but he kept his mouth shut and didn't say anything.

Yang Feng looked at it, oh, you dare not give this shopkeeper face.

Yang Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, and the clone next to him disappeared from the spot and appeared in front of the red-haired monk.

The red-haired monk was locked by the pressure of the spiritual puppet of the Tribulation Period, and he couldn't move at all. Let him see that they all came to him, and a light of fear flashed in his eyes.

The clone put his hand on his right shoulder and exerted a little force.

"Puff!!"

The right shoulder of the red-haired monk was separated from his body, and blood poured out of the wound.

"Ah!!"

The red-haired monk screamed, and he looked at the clone in disbelief. You didn't even ask and just started. Are you a human being? At least you should ask again. If you ask again, maybe this elder will give it to you.

But the next moment he couldn't shout. Because he was wearing a storage space ring on the ring finger of his right hand.

The spirit pearl was in the storage space ring, and the red-haired monk was a little panicked.

"I'm telling you that I'm an elder of the Yunhe Sect, and our sect master's godfather is a one-calamity scattered immortal. If you dare to do this to me, our sect master will not let you go."

The clone was too lazy to pay attention to him, and took the storage space ring off his finger and handed it to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng asked the system to erase the soul mark in the storage space, so that his consciousness could enter the storage space ring.

When Yang Feng found that the materials he needed were in the storage space, he laughed excitedly: "Haha. This is the material that this shopkeeper needs, haha."

After laughing for a while, Yang Feng set his sights on the red-haired monk.

"No one has ever dared to threaten this shopkeeper, never." Yang Feng's voice was like coming from the Nine Nether Hell, making people shudder.

Since there is no one, there must be ghosts.

"Kill!" Yang Feng uttered a word lightly, and it was this word that made the faces of the Yunhe Sect monks present change drastically, and their whole bodies trembled.

"Bang!!"

A spiritualist puppet in the Tribulation Crossing Period took action, and with just a light palm, all the Yunhe Sect monks present were killed.

Fuck, this shopkeeper just asked you to kill that bastard, but you actually killed all the Yunhe Sect monks.

But it doesn't matter, this shopkeeper wants to see how the Yunhe Sect won't let this shopkeeper go.

Yang Feng got what he wanted and turned to leave. Lin Xiulang, who was standing by, came back to his senses from the shock. He quickly shouted to Yang Feng: "Senior, please stay!"

Yang Feng turned around and looked at Lin Xiulang, raising his eyebrows: "What's the matter? Are you going to stand up for them?"

Lin Xiulang quickly shook his head and waved his hands, fearing that he would be misunderstood if it was too late.

"Senior, you misunderstood. The spirit bead contains the mark of my soul. If you need it, I will erase the mark of my soul."

Lin Xiulang played a trick when he gave the spirit bead to the red-haired monk. He saved a mark of his soul in the spirit bead. When the time comes, he can use this mark of his soul to find the one following behind Yunhe Sect and wait for the opportunity to kill the other party and regain the spirit bead.

Yang Feng looked at the spirit bead in his hand. There was a very faint mark of his soul in the spirit bead. If you don't look for it specifically, it is difficult to find its existence.

"Haha. Young man, you are quite clever." Yang Feng glanced at Lin Xiulang and nodded, "Since you are so honest, if we meet again next time, I will give you a chance."

After Yang Feng finished speaking, he disappeared on the spot!

"Alang, what does the senior mean by this?" Zhu Zhumei looked in the direction where Yang Feng disappeared with confusion on her face.

Lin Xiulang hugged Zhu Zhumei into his arms: "Next time we meet the senior, perhaps our fate will really change from now on."

Yang Feng put the spirit beads into the system space, and the next moment, the system prompt sound suddenly rang.

"System prompt: At present, the host has found the materials for casting Wuzhou Ding: Yangtian Wutie, Fire Attribute Fairy Stone, Tianyao Stone, Tianji Amethyst Stone, Lingxu Spirit, Wanxuan Spirit Bead.

So far, there is only one material left for casting Wuzhou Ding, I hope the host will keep working hard!"

Yang Feng showed ecstasy on his face, "Great, there is only one item left."

Next, Yang Feng had a definite goal. As long as he collected the last material, he could get out of this damn place.

"Avatar, Manager Yang needs one more item to complete the materials for casting the Wuzhou Ding. Please point out the direction where we should look for it."

Yang Feng is a little nervous now, after all, there is only one material left. The direction to choose next is extremely important.

"Original, you let me make such a big and important decision?" Very unexpected, very unexpected. The avatar did not expect that the original body actually let him decide the next direction.

Yang Feng patted the avatar's shoulder: "How is it? Do you feel very honored? Do you feel some pressure? Do you feel flattered? Do you feel..."

Ten thousand alpacas roared through the clone's mind, and before Yang Feng finished speaking, he pointed in a random direction: "Let's go there!"

This time it was Yang Feng's turn to be dumbfounded. He thought the clone would think about it carefully and ask for his opinion.

But he never expected that the clone had made a decision before he even finished speaking. And this decision was so hasty.

"Fuck, you should listen to me before making a decision. Shouldn't you think carefully before making a choice on such a thing?"

The clone shook his shoulders, "In that case, you decide the direction!" The clone kicked the ball back to Yang Feng.

Words spoken are like water spilled, there is no way to recover them, and you can only fly in the direction pointed by the clone.

After flying for two days, Yang Feng got nothing.

"Alas. I said clone, I told you to think carefully, you see we have been walking for so long, and there is nothing to gain." Yang Feng began to nag again.

The clone listened to Yang Feng's words in one ear and out the other. Yang Feng started nagging half a day after the trip. After nagging all the way, the clone's ears were covered with a thick layer of calluses.

Yang Feng saw that the clone clearly didn't take his words to heart and started a new round of nagging.

"I'll tell you." However, Yang Feng got stuck after saying three words. In his mind, the system's prompt sound about the last material for casting Wuzhou Ding sounded.