Chapter 911

In the valley, tripod souls shuttle around, and some of them roar past in groups from mid air.

The crowd dispersed. Like those old timers who have been here countless times, they sat leisurely on the cliff without any worry. Instead, those new comers tried desperately in the valley.

They rummaged through a pile of broken tripods, found one, covered it in their hands for a while, and then a tripod soul roared and flew into the tripod.

Some tripods vibrated for a while and then stopped, while others vibrated violently and finally got out of their hands. Even the tripod flew away with its soul and landed on another hill.

The winner cheers and rushes up the cliff, while the loser is dejected and annoyed.

In the valley, there was great excitement for a time.

At this time, in the corner, there was a loud clang.

"I dig! I dig! I dig!"

In a small mountain, a figure was digging hard, waving his hands at high speed, and a broken tripod flew out. Soon, a small mountain was overturned.

Then he began to dig the second one faster and faster.

"Shit! Is this boy a mole! How can he dig so fast?"

When the crowd saw this, they were stunned.

The boy's speed is so fast that they are dazzled by the flying tripods.

After the surprise, there was a burst of laughter.

"In order not to be a grandson, the boy also fought hard!"

Su Zhengyu was collecting the tripod soul. He glanced at it and sneered. He turned and continued to collect it. At his feet, five broken tripods had been piled up.

The glory on the tripod flows, which obviously contains the soul of the tripod.

When the people saw it, they couldn't help exclaiming: "this surnamed Su is worthy of being a genius of Muding mountain. After only a short while, he collected five tripod souls."

Then, their eyes swept to the other side. The genius of Yaowang Valley carried a big gourd and collected tripod souls there. There were also five at his feet.

In the blink of an eye, he took another one and became six.

Not far away, there are six female geniuses at the foot of Muding mountain.

"Shit! These little bastards don't let people live!"

The crowd was very depressed.

What they hate most is this kind of genius. They come to compete with them for admission places. Now, with three talents, those three places are gone, and there are only 17 left.

"It's still that boy. I think he's very pleasing to the eye!"

When they looked at Tang Hao again, they suddenly softened a lot. They thought that the boy was actually very cute. If all young people were the same as the boy, how nice!

In half an hour, Tang Hao dug up all the hills.

He walked out along the exit of the valley.

Most people stayed in the valley and few went out. Tang Hao walked all the way and didn't meet anyone. It was misty around, and the line of sight was a little blurred.

Out of the valley, the tripod was much less and scattered on the ground.

After walking for about seven or eight minutes, we came to a river.

When he looked at it, Tang Hao was slightly surprised. The water in the river was black, with a stench, and the dark fog was floating on the river.

In the river, the tripods were piled into hills, exposing the river.

Tang Hao walked along the river bank for a while. Looking at the other bank from the foggy place, he could see towering peaks and dilapidated ruins on them.

Obviously, that's what uncle Wei called the Wanjie mountain site.

Tang Hao hesitated for a moment, but he crossed the river and walked over.

The ruins are so dilapidated that there is no hair at all, let alone the most precious treasure. After a turn, Tang Hao was very depressed.

After turning around and digging everywhere, Tang Hao returned to the river again. There was only Dan Ding left here, but there was an obvious problem with the water. It should be the accumulation of erysipelas and should not be easily contaminated.

Coupled with the poisonous fog on the water, it's like a tiger's den.

Tang Hao tried to throw a few stones down and was corroded in the blink of an eye.

He tutted and frowned.

"No! I still have to fight!"

A moment later, Tang Hao bit his teeth and murmured.

For that treasure, he is still quite persistent.

He carefully used the method of photographing and pointed at several Dan tripods exposed on the river. With a gentle photographing, one dan tripod trembled, flew over and took a pot of water.

Tang Hao quickly avoided and began to take the second one.

In this way, a dozen broken tripods were photographed by him, and all of them were severely corroded.

A few more, Tang Hao couldn't take it, because it was difficult to take it because there was a layer of poisonous water.

"Shit, spell it!"

He stood by the river and hesitated for a long time. Finally, he gritted his teeth and showed a cruel color. He carefully urged the strength of the divine bone, then took out many defense magic tools and plunged into the river.

Guru Guru Nagetto!

The river was moving, and the stench was almost suffocating.

In the blink of an eye, the outer layer of light curtain was corroded, and then there was the second layer.

Tang Hao quickly fished for something, touched something, and immediately threw it ashore. When he couldn't stand it, he rushed ashore to catch his breath and check the harvest.

To his disappointment, there was no useful Dan Ding.

He was not discouraged and continued to fish. Several times the river eroded the light curtain and then invaded his skin. Although protected by the power of divine bone, it was corroded by flesh and blood.

He quickly took out the healing pills, swallowed a few, and then sat down cross legged to heal his wounds.

In this way, he fished out a river.

When he got ashore and finished swallowing medicine, he stood up and checked the harvest.

One by one, he turned over. Suddenly, his eyes coagulated and fell on a dark red tripod.

The shape of the tripod is actually intact, and the material has no trace of corrosion or rust, which also means that the material can be recycled.

Tang Hao was so excited that he rushed to clean the tripod, held it in his hand and looked over and over.

This material is a little strange. Tang Hao can't recognize it, but it's absolutely powerful to survive in this poisonous water for thousands of years.

He also tried to urge it, but there was no response.

This is also normal. After all, all those that fall here are abandoned Dan tripods.

"Ha! That guy is miserable!"

Although I haven't found the legendary treasure, it's enough to find such a useful thing.

He looked in the river for a while, and even dug the riverbed. He had no harvest, so he had to go back.

At this time, three hours have passed, and the old oil men on the cliff can't sit still. They come down and start to collect the tripod soul.

Most people only accept one and finish it, but Su Zhengyu and other three people are still collecting, and they are still secretly competing with each other.

After all, they are all geniuses and have a sense of pride. They don't want to lose to each other.

At their feet, the tripods piled up and gradually became a hill, which continued to increase.

"Thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two... My God! This is going to break forty! What an amazing Dan yuan!"

Everywhere, there was a constant cry of surprise.

Since the establishment of this assessment, it has been nearly a thousand years, and the highest record is 53. Anyone who can break 40 is an amazing genius, enough to remain famous in the history of southern regions.