Outside the cave, there were constant roars of various beasts, both the wails of the losers and the cheers of the victors, but all of them had no effect on Feng Fan. There were even a few beasts that collided with the large array outside the Fengfan Cave, but after being hindered many times, the beasts fled.

The sky gradually brightened, and Feng Fan, who had practiced all night, felt refreshed. Stretching his waist, Feng Fan slowly stood up. Feeling that the fluctuations of the large array were still sufficient, Feng Fan nodded with satisfaction. After collecting the crystal jade in the cave, Feng Fan left the cave with the bamboo basket on his back and began to look around.

There was a fresh breath in the air, and the surroundings were shrouded in morning mist. In the hazy morning light, you can see a valley ahead. Feng Fan slowly approached and saw that it was covered with various medicinal herbs.

The names of various herbs ...... "Dragon's Blood Exhaustion, Plantain, Silver Leaf Grass appeared in Feng Fan's mind, whether they were common or relatively rare, there were more than a dozen kinds, and there were many of them for each herb.

Letting his divine sense out, Feng Fan confirmed that there was no dangerous aura in the valley, so he quickly came to the valley and began to collect.

The sky was already bright, and the bright sun shone on the entire Longshan, making this mountain seem to be covered with a faint golden light. Seeing that the herbs in the valley had been collected, Feng Fan continued to move forward with a sickle, and the bamboo basket was almost filled with all kinds of herbs.

Out of the valley, Feng Fan entered a dense forest, ready to look for it again in this vicinity, collect some precious herbs and then return to the medical hall, after all, Feng Fan didn't want the second uncle to worry too much.

The silence in the depths of the forest was so great that there seemed to be nothing alive around, not even the sound of birdsong. A faint fragrance of flowers faintly entered Feng Fan's mouth and nose, and he experienced this shocking atmosphere, Feng Fan's expression was shocked, and he accelerated his pace.

A few feet away was a turquoise grass, about a foot high, surrounded by dirt and no plants, and the grass seemed to be out of place with the surrounding plants. The blade of grass has a small, white six-petaled flower with five purple stripes. The stamens are blue, and the astonishing fragrance emanates from this plant.

"Five hundred years of purple grass!" Feng Fan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, although he was in the medical hall, he had occasionally seen this kind of herb, but it was all dozens of years. Seeing the five-hundred-year-old purple grass, Feng Fan couldn't help but let out a low sigh.

Five-hundred-year-old purple grass is a priceless treasure. Because the function of purple grass is to build muscles, bones, tendons, and stop bleeding, whether a person is a fracture or a knife wound, as long as the purple grass that has been used for more than 100 years is applied externally with decoction and taken internally, the bleeding will stop immediately and heal within a period of time.

This effect gradually increases as the year progresses. If the five-hundred-year-old purple-veined grass appears in the rivers and lakes, it will definitely cause a fight, so the value of this purple-veined grass is even more precious than the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum.

"I'm lucky, I actually met a treasure!" Feng Fan muttered to himself in his heart.

Feng Fan was about to go to collect it, when a dangerous omen suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart. Feng Fan stopped, clenched the scythe in his right hand, and released his divine sense. Feng Fan frowned, and he felt the breath of a beast dozens of feet away. No wonder the surroundings were so silent, it turned out that there were fierce beasts hidden here, and Feng Fan's heart sank.

The earth-shattering tiger roar resounded all around, and a long tiger appeared in Feng Fan's sight. Through the incomplete obscuration of the weeds, Feng Fan saw two fierce rays shoot out of the tiger's eyes. And when the tiger quickly swooped towards Fengfan, it set off a fierce wind.

Feng Fan's pupils shrank, firmly locked onto the fierce beast that pounced on him, his left fist clenched tightly together, and inadvertently, the pale cyan true yuan flowed on its surface.

The tiger leapt to its feet and swooped down on Fengfan from the sky. Feng Fan's left fist was struck, and the tiger opened its huge mouth and bit Feng Fan fiercely, and Feng Fan's arm fell into the tiger's mouth.

The tiger viciously closed its jaws, expecting to bite off his opponent's arm as usual, but this time it was completely different. Hearing only a crisp sound, the tiger seemed to bite on a piece of steel, Feng Fan not only did not suffer any damage, but the tiger cracked several teeth. The tiger attacks from the air, combined with the strength of its whole body, and finally bites on the arm like steel, which naturally has this result. The tiger's body landed on the ground, and it let out a long howl of pain as its teeth cracked.

When the tiger was about to make a move, Feng Fan's right hand scythe slashed, and with a snort, the scythe, which usually had some effort to cut grass in Ding Zhongtang's hands, became invincible under the attention of a powerful true element, and cut into the tiger's neck with a sharp light. A stream of blood arrows shot up into the sky, and a strong smell of blood immediately diffused in the air.

Feng Fan pulled out his sickle and kicked it with his right foot, which happened to hit the tiger's lower abdomen. With a "bang", the tiger, which was hundreds of pounds, flew out more than a foot away, fell heavily to the ground, and overwhelmed a piece of weed. The tiger twitched for a moment, and finally remained motionless.

Seeing that the tiger was dead, Feng Fan breathed a sigh of relief. Feng Fan looked at his left arm and saw that his clothes had been torn apart by the tiger's mouth, but his skin and flesh were not damaged at all.

At the moment when the tiger bit Feng Fan's left arm, Feng Fan's left arm was protected by the true yuan that quickly poured out. It was this powerful True Yuan that made Feng Fan's left arm extremely hard, and it actually shook the tiger tooth apart. And whether it was the next scythe attack or the right-footed attack, Feng Fan unconsciously focused the true element in it, so it was extremely powerful, and the seemingly powerful beast was not the opponent of the cultivator at all. If Feng Fan cultivated any kind of offensive spell in the cultivation realm, even if it was a low-level spell, this tiger would not have a chance to get close to Feng Fan's body at all, and would be killed by the spell sent out by Feng Fan at a distance from Feng Fan.

Recalling the process just now, Feng Fan felt extremely confident in the true elements in his body, it turned out that these true elements actually had such a huge power! Stopping to think, Feng Fan came to the side of the tiger, felt it with his divine sense, and confirmed that the fierce beast in front of him was lifeless, so he turned around and came to the front of the purple grass.

Rubbing the scythe clean with weed leaves, Feng Fan began to carefully gather the precious herb. The collection of this herb is also quite knowledgeable, although it is not as cumbersome as the collection of thousand-year-old ginseng, and it is not something that ordinary people can fully grasp.

But Feng Fan is different, he has been helping in the hospital since he was a child, and often follows his second uncle up the mountain, so he is familiar with the collection of medicinal herbs.