Jiang Tian looked at the long sword engraved with two divine patterns in Ding Xuelin's hand, and couldn't help but shake her head and chuckle. The grade of this long sword should be similar to the long sword she got before, which also only had two divine patterns.
If he were to enter this place where the sword is buried to choose a magic weapon, he would never choose this long sword. The place where the sword is buried seems to be all about luck, but in fact it is a test of the power of the soul.
Ding Xuelin's power of soul cannot spread to the ground at all. Naturally, she has no way of knowing how many divine patterns are engraved on the weapons buried underground. She can only choose based on her feelings. Being able to choose this long sword is already considered very lucky. .
However, Jiang Tian was different. When he released the power of his soul, he could easily sink into the ground and sense the grade of these weapons. He could even feel how many divine patterns were engraved on these weapons.
However, he did not tell Ding Xuelin what kind of treasures he could find in the place where the sword was buried. It all depended on Ding Xuelin's own luck. If he interfered, it would be disrespectful to the gray-robed heroic spirit.
After Ding Xuelin got the long sword, although the heroic spirit guarding the place where the sword was buried did not show up, Jiang Tian still respectfully bowed to the place where the sword was buried, and then walked out of the secret realm with Ding Xuelin.
After walking out of the secret realm, Jiang Tian turned to look at Ding Xuelin and smiled at her: "Miss Ding, I'm leaving the ancient battlefield. Please take care of yourself!"
Ding Xuelin nodded slightly and said softly: "Then I would like to congratulate Mr. Ye for being able to realize his wish and find the elixir he needs!"
"Thanks!"
Jiang Tian waved to Ding Xuelin, and then with a thought, a blood mist immediately swept down from the ancient battlefield, covering him like a hurricane. After the bloody hurricane dissipated, Jiang Tian also disappeared into the ancient battlefield. Ding Xuelin was left looking at the place where Jiang Tian disappeared, in a daze.
"Master Ye, I hope to see you again if we have the chance!"
After a moment, Ding Xuelin came back to her senses. She bit her lips lightly, as if she had made a vow, and whispered something before turning back and walking forward.
Outside the ancient battlefield, a bloody hurricane swept out. After the hurricane dissipated, Jiang Tian's figure suddenly disappeared.
Looking at the bloody mist surging below, Jiang Tian also secretly sighed in his heart. When the ancient battlefield first appeared, if you wanted to get out of it, you had to continue to explore and your strength exceeded the limit that the ancient battlefield could bear, and you would be rejected by it. If at that time, To die in the ancient battlefield is to truly die.
But it is different now. It only takes a thought to come out of the ancient battlefield. If you die inside, you will only be teleported out. You can also go in and explore again. As time goes by, Jiang Tian feels that the ancient battlefield is also there. Continuous growth and improvement.
"Over there, right over there...!"
Before Jiang Tian could leave, a roar suddenly sounded in the distance, and then several streaks of light quickly rushed towards him. In the blink of an eye, they rushed around him and surrounded him.
Appearing in front of Jiang Tian, there were three old men with white beards and hair. The leader carried a long sword on his back, wore a green robe, and looked cool.
The other two people, one is wearing a gray robe and carries a long sword on his back. He has a powerful appearance and a full beard. The remaining one is wearing a purple robe and also carries a long sword on his back. There are faint purple flames flickering in his eyes. All three of them are purple. The cultivators of Fu Yuanman surrounded Jiang Tian at this moment, with a look of surprise in their eyes. It seemed that they did not expect that the people surrounded by them would be so young, and they were only early cultivators of Zifu.
"Brother Peng, are we looking for the wrong person?" The purple-robed old man looked at the leading green-robed old man, frowned, and asked him.
"There is no mistake. The magic weapon of our Aotian Sect can peek into the future trajectory, indicating that the person who attacked my disciples of the Aotian Sect will appear at this time and here. Since he appears here, it must be him! "Peng Fan smiled slightly, obviously full of confidence in his sect's magic weapon.
"You two are talking too much nonsense. Just ask this boy and you will know!" The gray-robed old man snorted coldly, turned to look at Jiang Tian, and said in a deep voice: "Boy, before you enter this ancient battlefield, you have to take action. Attacked the disciples of Aotian Sect and left only an empty flying boat?"
"Brother Sun, this kid is not a fool. How could he admit such a thing? Only by taking him down first and then torture him can we find out the truth!" The purple-robed old man chuckled, feeling what Sun Lin was thinking. It's so simple.
Peng Fan said in a deep voice: "Brother Sun, Brother Zhao, what our Aotian Sect wants is not the truth, what we want is just the head of this kid. There is no need to go to such trouble to capture him. Just kill him directly. This time we The three major sects have joined forces to let all those who covet the ancient battlefield know that if they want to enter the ancient battlefield, they must pay me the spirit stones honestly. If they want to force their way in, they will be killed without mercy!"
His words were full of murderous intent. It can be seen that the three major sects in Qingzhou City were indeed furious because of the attack on the disciples of Aotian Sect, so that the three major sects joined forces to find the murderer and make him pay the price. They even ordered him to pay the price. He used the secret treasure of the Aotian Sect to peek into the future and found the time and place where the real murderer would appear.
However, they don't know who the person they are waiting for is?
Jiang Tian's realization swept over the three people, then smiled at them, nodded lightly and said: "Yes, the people on that flying boat did all die in my hands. The ancient battlefield is the most dangerous place in the world." The things owned by the monks are not the private property of the three major forces in Qingzhou City. I advise you to stop as soon as possible, otherwise, you will definitely regret it too late in the future!"
"Tell us to stop, boy, who do you think you are? A mere early-stage cultivator from the Purple Mansion has such a big tone and dares to offend our three major sects. I think you are tired of living!" A man in gray robes said. Sun Lin had the most violent temper. After hearing Jiang Tian's words, he almost immediately drew his sword and killed Jiang Tian.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Jiang Tian's mouth, and he said in a deep voice: "I'm down at Qianyuan Mountain, Jiang Tian...!"
"Qianyuan Mountain, Jiangtian...!"
Hearing Jiang Tian report his name, the three of them were stunned. After a moment, Sun Lin was the first to come to his senses. He looked at Jiang Tian with horrified eyes and stammered: "You, are you that Jiang Tian? "
"That's right, I'm that Jiang Tian!" Jiang Tian smiled proudly. Although the three people in front of him all have perfect cultivation in Zifu, and they are strong men who can make a place shake by just stamping their feet outside, but in front of him, they are like dirt. Chickens and dogs are vulnerable.
The purple flames in Zhao Xinda's eyes suddenly flickered twice, then he turned to look at Peng Fan and said with a bitter smile: "Brother Peng, this is a matter between Mr. Jiang and your Aotian Sect, and I will not interfere with it!"
