"What a beautiful and fragrant red flower, is this a red lotus?" Holding the red flower in his hand, Zhang Yi sniffed it gently, and the fragrance suddenly became fragrant. The most fragrant flower he had ever smelled was jasmine. He felt that the fragrance was the most fragrant after the jasmine blossomed, but now, the red flower in his hand is even more fragrant than jasmine, and the fragrance is extremely strong, and it seems to have an intoxicating feeling.

"This is not a red lotus, this is a drunken beauty." The woman's eyes flashed, as if she was extremely eager to get the red flowers in Zhang Yi's hand. After taking a deep breath, she said: "Can Mr. Luo give me this flower? Or I exchange it with other treasures!"

"Do you have any spiritual jade, top-grade or top-grade ones?" Zhang Yi asked directly.

"I have low-quality and medium-quality ones, but I didn't bring them with me." The woman shook her head and said.

"That's it." Zhang Yi turned his wrist and Zui Hongyan was thrown into the ring by him.

The woman's face changed and she immediately said anxiously: "Mr. Luo, I can exchange it for other things. What else do you need?"

"As long as the top-grade or top-grade spiritual jade, oh, I saw another one!" Zhang Yi looked into the distance while talking, and actually saw another red flower. It was this drunken beauty. About three hundred meters above him, a stone blocked most of it, but it also revealed a red corner.

"Haha." Before the two of them could exclaim, Zhang Yi had already crossed to the drunken beauty again, and then continued to uproot.

Although I don’t know what it was, after seeing the two of them nervously, Zhang Yi also knew that this flower should be very rare and useful.

The woman and the man chased after him again, looking at the Zui Hongyan in Zhang Yi's hand with a greedy look on his face.

"Can you tell me what the use of this flower is?" Zhang Yi asked suddenly.

"Then can you exchange one with me? I exchange it with you with my 'poetry collection'." The woman suddenly took out a thread-bound book.

"The collection of poems? Is it used for practice? Is there hidden poems in it? Is it a peerless exercise?" Zhang Yi said with his eyes brightly.

"Nothing." The woman shook her head, gently slapped her long hair, and said lightly: "This is a collection of poems written by me. All the poems I have written are in it. In the world, I only handwritten this book by myself!"

Zhang Yi was a little confused. What does it mean? But looking at this woman seemed to be arrogant.

The man next to him couldn't bear it anymore and suddenly said, "Junior Sister Fengyu is a master of poetry on the mainland. The poems she wrote have been listed as textbooks for the dynasty and the Shenglong Pavilion!"

"Puff~" Hearing the man's explanation, Zhang Yi almost vomited blood. He was a female scholar, a literary bitch who wrote poems and compositions!

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in poetry and other things. When I was a child, I also had such books at home, but I used them to wipe my butt. Sorry, sorry, say goodbye!" Zhang Yi held back his laughter. What's the matter with this? A woman who writes poetry is so proud.

But she is quite pretty. I'm afraid there are many suitors and admirers on the mainland who admire her reputation?

No world lacks fan effect. If you write poetry well, you will be praised.

However, Zhang Yi is a big and sturdy person, so he talks about poetry with him, that is, playing the piano for cows.

When Zhang Yi left with great strides, the woman almost vomited blood. Luo Dadou didn't know that she was Feng Yu? Didn't know that she was the largest female talent in the Holy Dragon Continent in 800 years? The most famous bard?

Who doesn’t know when talking about the wind in the world?

Although her cultivation is not very good, the poems she wrote are widely circulated and she will be regarded as a guest of honor wherever she goes.

Although she is a master of martial arts on the mainland, the literati still has a place. Besides, she is a versatile talent in civil and military affairs. The old emperors had met her in person before, and she also wrote a poem for her.

Master Wenping, the master of the Holy Dragon Pavilion, talked about scriptures and passages with her, but Luo Dadou actually said to use poetry books to wipe his butt?

Too bad, too bad, vulgar, too vulgar.

"Hi, junior brother..." Just as Zhang Yi continued to walk up the mountain, the sound of Zhang Zijian suddenly came from the foot of the mountain. Since there was an echo on the mountain, the sound of Zhang Zijian came particularly loud.

"No, which bastard is this? He wants to die?" Feng Yu everyone was really vomiting blood this time. Luo Dadou and his senior brother were too vulgar and too idiotic. Don't they know this is a snow mountain? There is no loud noise above the snow mountain because it will snow...

With a "collapse~", the avalanche broke out. When a crack sound came from the snow-capped mountain, the whole sky instantly turned into darkness, and huge snow pieces collapsed from the top of the mountain.

The power of nature will always exceed that of humans. Even if humans practice immortals and ask, they are powerless when facing natural disasters such as floods, landslides, earth cracks, volcanic eruptions, meteorites, etc.

The avalanche seems to be only a large piece of snow, but the avalanche here is different from the ordinary avalanche, because there are stones in the snow, and the top of the mountain is covered with gravel and huge stones, etc. When the avalanche is gone, the stones will roll down immediately!

"Escape..." Feng Yu didn't care about anything elegant and so on. She was so scared that she almost urinated her pants that she roared and fled to the distance.

Zhang Zijian at the foot of the mountain did not expect that his throat would cause an avalanche, so he was so scared that he fled to the sky and retreated.

Zhang Yi was in the center of the avalanche, so before he could run, he was buried in the heavy snow that had fallen. He felt that the whole mountain was moving, and with the heavy snow and gravel, he was directly pressed down below.

"Haha, Lingyu, I picked up Lingyu!" Just as the avalanche was over and everything came to peace, a man with Feng Yu everyone, who had no time to escape, rushed out of the avalanche, and he was holding a top-grade Lingyu in his hand.

"My grass, so many spiritual jades!" Zhang Zijian, who was floating in the air, also widened his eyes at this time, because as the avalanche ended, purple spiritual jades appeared in the mountain. From a distance, it was very dazzling!

"Good thing!" Feng Yu and everyone rushed down while the whistling of the other male cultivator.

After thinking about it, Zhang Zijian rushed down. He did not go to save Zhang Yi because he knew that this avalanche could not kill Na Luo Dadou.

Fengyu everyone quickly picked up seven or eight purple spiritual jades, one of which was the best, the top one, and the rest were all medium or low-grade ones.

The same is true for the other two male cultivators, each of whom picked up seven or eight.

Zhang Zijian was not very lucky and only picked up middle-grade and low-grade ones.

There were about a hundred pieces in total, and soon the more than a hundred pieces of spiritual jade exposed outside were picked up by a group of four people.

But this is just on the surface, and there should be scattered spiritual jade under the snow surface.

With a "bang~", just as the four of them continued to search, Zhang Yi finally rushed out of the heavy snow, cursing while moving upwards!

"Junior brother, stop complaining, come and pick up spiritual jade. More than a hundred pieces have been unearthed here, and there should be still!" Zhang Zijian waved to Zhang Yi.

"What? More than a hundred spiritual jades?" Zhang Yi was shocked!

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Chapter completed!