At this time, countless hot eyes were locked on Chu Tianming. They breathed rapidly and their eyes were almost red.

"Pick it! Pick it!"

"Pick it quickly!"

The disciples called out hard in their hearts. At this moment, they all wanted to transform into Chu Tianming, and then pulled out the Wuyin Grass Emperor and took it for themselves.

But Chu Tianming just glanced at the Mist Hidden Grass Emperor and continued to climb up the stairs.

When Chu Tianming passed by Wuyin Cao Emperor, countless people sighed in their hearts, and a sigh was the longest, as if they could wish to exude all their regrets at once.

"well……"

Some disciple looked sideways and wanted to contempt, "Isn't it just that he missed a mutated fog hidden grass king? Isn't there a more important secret treasure on the top of the mountain?" As soon as this came to his mouth, he swallowed it into his stomach.

Because he saw the sighing master clearly.

Coarse linen, black hair fitness.

This sighing person is—

"Lin...Senior Brother Lin?"

The little madman "Lin Feng" has arrived.

No one knew when he had appeared before the cliff, because no one had noticed him before he sighed.

Lin Feng, the chief disciple of Ningtian Realm, is a middle-level practitioner of the furnace realm, is proficient in body refining, practices the "Body Tempering Sutra", and discusses the Taoist body. The younger generation is afraid that the Son of Ziyuan can be his right.

A series of information came into Li Zhao's mind, but he did not come forward to say hello to him.

After Lin Feng arrived, he ignored others. He focused all his attention on the Mist Hidden Grass King on the cliff. It seemed that the Mist Hidden Grass King swaying in the wind exuded a great temptation.

"Isn't picking?" Lin Feng muttered very regretfully, "It's great to pick the fog-hide grass emperor Mingzhe to protect himself. Do you have to go to Juezhang to fight to the death?"

He sighed again.

...

Soon, Chu Tianming's figure stepped into the depths of the mountain fog and hid into the top of the cliff.

"Can Chu Tianming come back with the secret treasure?" Some disciples murmured in their hearts.

"It should be possible... If anyone can obtain the secret treasure, I think it must be Chu Tianming."

At this moment, many people were looking forward to Chu Tianming being able to retrieve the secret treasure, but with Lin Feng's arrival, the situation at the scene suddenly became turbid.

One Lin Feng, to put it simply, can beat them all.

On the top of the cliff, Chu Tianming walked leisurely in the mountain fog.

Between the fog of the mountain, there was nothing that released strange brilliance.

Chu Tianming moved the fog casually, and the Jue Ding suddenly became clear and the secret treasure gradually revealed.

It was a mediocre plant that looked ordinary. It fell on the top of the cliff and took root here directly. The part exposed on the ground looked like oyster mushrooms.

"Small and authentic mushrooms, small and authentic mushrooms..." Looking at this spiritual plant, Chu Tianming smiled directly.

The small Taoist mushroom seemed to have a spirit. When he heard Chu Tianming's voice, he trembled and then thrust suddenly, pulling out a piece of it from the cliff. It thrust one after another, and in the blink of an eye, most of it had drilled out of the cliff.

This little mushroom was pulling itself out of the cliff!

"Am I so scary? I just want to run away?" Chu Tianming was so amused and laughed. He walked over and grabbed it directly, "Come on, I'll help you!"

When the Taoist mushroom heard it, the light shone brightly all over his body, spewing endless divine light. Among these divine lights, the path could be vaguely flowing, wrapped in countless fragments of the path, and rushed out.

If a person with insufficient cultivation is washed away by this path, he is likely to directly overflow the spiritual energy and his cultivation is disintegrating.

But Chu Tianming was not afraid. He raised his hand and waved it. The small river immediately rolled up the Taoist rules, shrank into his palm like a pet, and obediently wrapped around his arm.

"Your most powerful mystery is not as good as my grasp, just go back with me to stew the soup." He opened his hand and grabbed the pole of the small mushroom, then pulled it out of the cliff.

The half of the cliff was inserted into it, and it looked like a radish. Chu Tianming looked at it and smiled even more, "The roots have been completely melted, it's not bad, it's really good!"

The small-scale mushroom is half oyster mushroom-shaped and half radish-shaped. Anyway, no one will notice its extraordinaryness at all.

Even if people who know spiritual plants see it, they rarely catch it, because when they premonition the crisis, they will rush out of a small river. This kind of small river is washed away, and its power is no less than a blow by a powerful man entering the Tao, and many people cannot bear it.

But it happened to meet Chu Tianming. When Chu Tianming took action, he naturally had a good grasp.

After Chu Tianming held the small mushroom, he became obedient all of a sudden, neither moving nor resisting, and just stood there obediently, like an ordinary radish in the vegetable market.

Chu Tianming took out the wine gourd and put it in. After that, he pinned the wine gourd around his waist and walked down the cliff.

When he passed by the location of Wuyin Grass Emperor, he picked it up and picked it together.

After losing the Fog Hidden Grass Emperor, the white air that was lingering on the cliff finally began to dissipate.

"Look, it's time for Chu Tianming!"

"I don't know if he got the secret treasure?"

"Whether you get the secret treasure or not, the Mist Hidden Grass King has actually collected it."

Everyone stared at Chu Tianming who was going down the mountain, gathered together in three or five, muttering softly, each with a conspiracy.

When Chu Tianming walked down the cliff and stepped completely on the ground, everyone shook each other and then surrounded Chu Tianming with tacit understanding.

Lin Feng was the only one who leaned against the tree without moving. But his eyes always fell on Chu Tianming, or on the Wuyin Grass Emperor, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking.

Chu Tianming landed, looked around, and then shook his head helplessly.

In this great world, there is no shortage of stupid people who go on their way to death.

"Why did Senior Brother Chu shake his head and sigh? Could it be that the secret treasure is not satisfactory after obtaining it?" a disciple asked with a smile.

"Senior Brother Chu, we have come all the way. Although we haven't obtained the secret treasure, we also want to see its style. Why not take it out and let me wait and see it?"

"Yes, Senior Brother Chu, let's take it out and let's see!"

Some disciples made a fuss, and some disciples followed suit, but Chu Tianming's expression was indifferent and there was no change.

Seeing that the atmosphere was almost over, Li Zhao raised his hand to stop these voices, and said in a deep voice: "My brothers, please be careful, please let me ask him."

Seeing Li Zhao speak, the noisy voice suddenly went down a little.

When Li Zhao spoke, he looked at Lin Feng without a trace. Seeing that Lin Feng had no intention of interfering, he felt a little confident.

So, he looked at Chu Tianming, and regardless of what Chu Tianming was thinking now, he spoke directly to guide public opinion and said coldly: "Fellow Daoist Chu, I have to admit that you have made sufficient preparations to reach the top and get the secret treasure, but do you really think that with this alone, you can laugh to the end?"

Many disciples began to shrink the surrounding circles, especially many disciples of the Hejian Sect, rushed forward and surrounded Chu Tianming tightly.

"Chu Tianming, if you know the truth, please honestly share the secret treasure you got!"
Chapter completed!