But a hundred birds in the forest are not as good as a bird in hand.

Only by getting hands on it thoroughly and turning it into one's own strength can it be called making the best use of things and not wasting them, otherwise, when the drunken dragon grass matures, even if it is a thousand times more precious, ten thousand times more precious, it can't bring Fang Qingshan the slightest benefit, what's the use?

"Humph!"

Fang Qingshan looked around at the snake demon, as if he was very afraid of the aura of the Heavenly Chessboard, but he was reluctant to get drunk with dragon grass, and kept patrolling in front of Fang Qingshan, sneering at the core, as if he wanted to break Fang Qingshan back.

"Get out!"

Fang Qingshan clicked lightly, instantly increasing the aura of the Heavenly Chessboard.

Bang! Bang!

The demon snakes in front of him, including the snake king, instantly stiffened, snapped, fell to the ground, and couldn't move a bit.

Seeing this, Bao Dajiang couldn't help but be taken aback although he overestimated Fang Qingshan's means, but he was a person who knew what was good or bad, his eyes looked at his nose, his nose looked at his heart, and he didn't say anything.

Solving the trouble in front of him, Fang Qingshan didn't hesitate, he immediately flew forward, took out the imitation of the Heavenly Demon Blood Knife, brushed it, and cut the drunken dragon grass in its entirety.

"Let's go!"

Then he quickly left the Poison Dragon Cave with Bao Dajiang.

"Damn it!"

After leaving the Poison Dragon Cave, Fang Qingshan suddenly discovered a very embarrassing thing.

That is, he doesn't have a storage magic weapon, although the Heavenly Chessboard is first-class in attack and defense, and the support is first-class, but it just can't be used as a storage magic weapon. And if you can't isolate the breath of drunken dragon grass, this is a very troublesome thing, and if you can't say it, it will cause extraneous branches.

"It seems that the only way to do it is to do it quickly. ”

Thinking of this, Fang Qingshan did not withdraw the breath of the Heavenly Chessboard, but controlled it within the range of his body, using the breath of the Heavenly Chessboard to cover the breath of the Drunken Dragon Grass.

Because the aura of the Heavenly Chessboard happened to envelop Fang Qingshan's body, and as long as it wasn't a person whose cultivation was much higher than himself, and then happened to meet his own, he basically couldn't find the strangeness of the Heavenly Chessboard.

"Okay, thank you Brother Dajiang this time, this is Ling Bo Weibu, you take it and go back to the village!"

Whether it was because the Drunken Dragon Grass had to be covered up with the Heavenly Chessboard at all times, or because time was running out, Fang Qingshan was anxious to complete his main purpose of coming to Shu Mountain this time, so he took out the secret book of Ling Bo Weibu that he had written long ago from his arms and handed it to Bao Dajiang.

"Thank you, Immortal Master. Bao Dajiang took Ling Bo Weibu with a happy face, and then said solemnly, "Immortal Master, don't worry, I don't know anything about today's matter." ”

"Hmm!

In this regard, Fang Qingshan smiled and nodded, but he didn't care.

First, he didn't expose the Heavenly Chessboard, secondly, Bao Dajiang didn't know how precious the Drunken Dragon Grass was, and most importantly, he didn't stay long in Shushan.

Therefore, he doesn't care if Bao Dajiang is tight-lipped or not.

After sending Bao Dajiang away, Fang Qingshan ran towards Rotten Peach Mountain non-stop.

Nothing to say all the way.

Fang Qingshan kept his vigilance in his heart, there was no danger, and he came to Rotten Peach Mountain smoothly.

In the distance, I only saw a continuous mountain peak, overgrown with peach trees, the mountains were steep and deep, and the vegetation was luxuriant. At this time, it is the middle of the hot summer, the scorching sun is sunny, and the peach mud of the evil swamp has evaporated, and it has become a cloud of colorful clouds and mist, shrouding the emerald peaks, like a splendid Shu brocade wrapped around a plate of jade and tender bamboo, which is very magnificent.

It's just that Fang Qingshan didn't seem to have come at the right time, but he could see that at this moment, Rotten Peach Mountain was like a volcanic eruption, suddenly bubbling out with colorful clouds and mist, and under the background of the sun, it was like a piece of brilliant glow.

This glow is beautiful, but it is deadly.

This is the five-cloud peach blossom miasma, the red-haired ancestor practiced this sacrifice of the five-cloud peach blossom miasma is famous, and the future and Emei group of immortals will fight the method, which will make those arrogant juniors suffer a lot, and finally go to the North Pole to seek the elixir from the ancestor of the trap.

Not to mention anything else, the reason why the dragon elephant was at ease and let the red-haired ancestor tolerate him sleeping soundly on the side of the couch was not due to the five clouds and peach blossom miasma.

If there is no defense treasure, fighting with the dragon elephant here, not to mention the red-haired ancestor, even ordinary immortals may not be able to eat and walk around.

Fortunately, Fang Qingshan's Heavenly Chessboard was unparalleled in defense, compared to the Nine Heavens Yuan Yang Ruler in Shu Mountain, he was probably even more than that, especially he didn't need Fang Qingshan's urging, as long as he consumed a part of his luck, he could open his defense to the maximum.

Fang Qingshan was two months ago, but he came to Rotten Peach Mountain to wander around when he had nothing to do, and he already knew the terrain here.

At this moment, he was very proficient, and the old horse chose a place with a clear way, and threw the drunken dragon grass far away with all his might, and then wrapped himself in the heavenly chessboard and hid in the dark.

Bang!

As Fang Qingshan collected the breath of the Heavenly Chessboard, the aura belonging to the Drunken Dragon Grass naturally immediately lingered.

For a while, but I saw that in the rotten peach mountain, it was like a thousand sails racing, and hundreds of boats were competing for the current.

Hundreds of monsters, especially snakes with dragon blood, pythons swarmed out, desperately crowding towards the place where the drunken dragon grass fell.

But anything that stands in front of them, anything that prevents them from fighting for the Drunken Dragon Grass, there is only one action, eradicating all the things that stand in front of them.

Recite!

Hiss!

Just when these snake monsters fought for the drunken dragon grass, they heard a dragon groan.

Then I saw a behemoth with a body length of 100 zhang, the thickness of a bucket, two horns on the head, and four claws on the abdomen, wrapped in five clouds and peach blossoms, and rose to the sky.

A strong breath and a supreme coercion swept in all directions, making the monsters that were originally competing for joy instantly extinguish the fire, and one by one they collapsed on the ground, trembling, unable to even move.

Syllable!

The dragon elephant looked around for a week, and with a curl of its nose, it swallowed the drunken dragon grass into its belly, and then slowly sank to the bottom of the rotten peach mountain.

He didn't stay long, firstly, because he couldn't wait to refine the Drunken Dragon Grass, and secondly, he was afraid of meeting the red-haired ancestor.

"Huh?"

At the same time, in the Red Wood Ridge, the red-haired ancestor, who was originally in retreat, couldn't help frowning, looked in the direction of the Rotten Peach Mountain, and muttered to himself,

"What did this dragon elephant do to run out today?"

But then, he felt that the dragon elephant was just a glimpse of it, and it fell silent again, and the red-haired ancestor didn't care much about it.

And at this moment, in the rotten peach mountain, as the drunken dragon grass was snatched away by the dragon elephant, in an instant, calm was restored.

For the sake of safety, Fang Qingshan did not come out immediately, nor did he immediately burrow into the quagmire.

He waited in the corner for seven days in a row, estimating that the medicinal effect of the drunken dragon grass had basically taken off, and then he came out of the shadows.

"Success or failure is here!"

Looking at the splendid Rotten Peach Mountain, Fang Qingshan took a deep breath, controlled the Heavenly Chessboard, wrapped himself, and fit in a vertical, like a meteor falling, jumping into the swamp quagmire with a pop.