Chapter 275
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The Purple Jade Dragon Root was a Spiritual Plant that needed tens of thousands of years of cultivation to grow. Even in the various sects of the Firmament and Continent, it was very precious and rare.
This was because very few sects would spend tens of thousands of years to grow a Spiritual Plant. The main reason was that many sects had not even been established for tens of thousands of years.
Searching the entire Firmament and Continent, there were very few treasures of heaven and earth that were more valuable than this Purple Jade Dragon Root.
The moment Long Bufan touched the Purple Jade Dragon Root, his heart unconsciously started to beat faster.
Even though his palms were covered with a thick layer of Yuan Qi, he could still clearly feel the bone-piercing cold in his palms. It was as if there were faint traces of cold flowing through the meridians in his arms and even into his bone marrow. This feeling did not cause him any discomfort. Instead, it was extremely comfortable.
Soon after, Long Bufan quickly and carefully removed the soil near the Purple Jade Dragon Root. Root hairs were quickly removed by Long Bufan. He was even unwilling to cut off those tiny hairs of the Purple Jade Dragon Root.
In this way, a few minutes later, a complete Purple Jade Dragon Root was taken out by Long Bufan and put into the storage pouch.
"Hehe, boy, it's not good to keep such a good treasure to yourself!"
Right at this moment, a sudden ghastly voice caused Long Bufan's heart to tremble slightly!
"Who is it!?" At that moment, Long Bufan suddenly shot out like an arrow and turned around to look behind him. He saw a middle-aged man walking out from the grass.
This man carried a long silver spear on his back. His muscles were bulging and there was a ferocious scar on his dark face, giving people a feeling of ruthlessness and fierceness.
"If you know what's good for you, hand over the Purple Jade Dragon Root obediently."
The scarred man looked at Long Bufan with a ferocious expression and greedy eyes.
Long before, he had discovered the formation in the Spiritual Herb Garden and guessed that there must be some precious Spiritual Treasure buried under the ground. However, he did not understand the formation, so he quietly hid in the dark and hid his aura, waiting for others to open the formation so that he could find the right opportunity to snatch it.
The scarred man, who had just entered the Profound Realm, had to prepare for the Spirit Sea Realm in the future. However, he was only a Rogue Cultivator with limited cultivation resources. Riches and honor came with risk. This was undoubtedly the best opportunity.
It was a once in a lifetime opportunity!
Long Bufan touched his nose and said in a cold voice, "Do you think I'm that stupid to give up such a precious thing for no reason?"
"Since you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish!" The knife-scarred man grinned maliciously, and a powerful aura suddenly burst out. His body suddenly turned into a black phantom, and his rapid footsteps were like a torrential downpour hitting the grass.
His pace was extremely fast! Raising the long silver spear with one hand, he stabbed straight out.
"Clang — —" Suddenly, a chilling sound of the spear vibrating in the air. The Scarred man's silver spear rushed out like lightning. From a tricky angle, it went straight for Long Bufan's ribs!
This spear did not use any martial skills. However, the originally thick silver spear was infused with the Scarred man's thick Yuan Qi. Its speed was extremely fast and its strength was unimaginably strong. It was an impeccable spear that was unstoppable!
At this moment, Long Bufan actually reached out his right hand and clenched it into a fist. He aimed at the tip of the spear and punched it!
Seeing this scene, the Scarred man's eyes widened. Hand against weapon! That was his heavy spear infused with Yuan Qi!
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