The personal security of the beautiful president

Below is a circular depression, the size of which is beyond imagination. The diameter of the top is at least two kilometers by visual inspection.

There was chaos below, and the dark mist shrouded the sky, making Ding Zhe unable to see the scene below.

Sheng Hua frowned, and approached Ding Zhe and asked, "Brother Ding, my third senior brother said that the lightning strike grass is down there, but I don't know exactly where it is."

Ding Zhe nodded slightly, thinking about it.

More and more people gathered around, he roughly counted, and there were dozens of forces, large and small.

Moreover, these forces are very powerful, and the lowest level of cultivation is also the mid-level cultivation level of the Golden Immortal Realm.

"If there is a fight, I'm afraid no one will be able to take advantage of it. It depends on who can lose their temper first."

Anyway, he didn't think about getting the Thunderbolt grass. With the mentality of watching the fun, Ding Zhe relaxed instead.

The sky thunder here is not dense, compared with the outside, it is far away, but its power is basically the same as the outside.

Various forces have sacrificed magic weapons to resist the sky thunder.

"It seems that Tianlei has gradually weakened." Ding Zhe looked up at the sky: "The battle is about to start, you have to be careful."

"Well, thank you benefactor for reminding me."

At this time, some monks have already begun to tentatively advance to the depression below.

They are in groups of three, orderly and take care of each other.

And look up at the sky from time to time, for fear of sudden changes.

Seeing someone going down, the monks from other forces couldn't sit still, and discussed in low voices what to do.

In the end, they also sent out their troops one after another and began to march down.

In the sky, Tianlei became more and more scattered, and its aura was gone.

"It's time." Ding Zhemo read.

"Brother Ding, do we want to go down too?" Sheng Hua asked.

"Of course we have to go down." Ding Zhe said with a smile: "But let's not do anything, just watch the excitement."

Ding Zhe and Sheng Hua set off when they were almost finished.

Ding Zhe was suspended in the air and dived cautiously.

Sheng Hua followed behind him, looking left and right.

Entering the dark fog, with extremely low visibility around, Ding Zhe couldn't help slowing down.

The situation below is unknown, if you dive rashly, you may encounter accidents.

Don't look at what Shenghua said, the purpose of these people is to strike the grass with lightning, but who can guarantee that some monks are plotting evil?

After all, with one less competitor, there is one more chance of getting Thunderbolt Grass.

The little yellow sword was floating in front of him, and the little jar was still in his hand, ready to strike at any time.

The two stuck to the mountain and continued to fall.

After half an hour, finally came to the bottom.

Ding Zhe stood still and began to look around.

"Brother Ding..."

"Shh~"

Just as Ding Zhe made a silent gesture, two monks suddenly rushed out of the mist on the right, without any explanation, they directly raised their swords and stabbed.

Ding Zhe reacted very quickly, and before Shenghua could yell out, he manipulated the little yellow sword to kill the two of them.

"Ding... Brother Ding!"

Sheng Hua immediately acted on the spot.

"Hey, it seems that we shouldn't come, it's okay now, they regard us as the object of competition."

"Then shall we leave?"

"Leave? We might? Didn't see the lightning strike grass, are you willing to leave?" Ding Zhe said with a smile: "Think about your seniors, if we just leave like this, how will you explain to them?"

"This……"

"If you come, you will be safe, don't worry, everything is by me."

Ding Zhe chose a direction and quietly leaned over.

Intuitively, Ding Zhe thought that the lightning strike grass should be in the central area here. According to the characteristics of spiritual plants, only the place with the strongest spiritual energy is the most suitable place for them to grow.

The powerful aura around him gradually increased, and occasionally a thunderbolt would strike down.

"Follow me and be ready to retreat at any time." Ding Zhe reminded in a low voice.

Sheng Hua held out a thin sword and placed it in front of her, her nerves were tense, and she did not dare to relax for a moment.

Ding Zhe manipulated the little yellow sword to explore the road, and walked forward slowly.

After walking like this for a quarter of an hour, Ding Zhe saw a figure in the mist, so he stopped.

"It should be here. As long as there is no more thunder, I am afraid these people will fight." Ding Zhe analyzed.

"Then what should we do? Will it not be affected?" Shenghua worried.

"Don't worry, as long as we don't take the initiative to step forward, they won't attack us."

Ding Zhe believes that these people just want to get the Thunderbolt Grass, as long as they don't fight for it, they naturally have no time to take care of themselves.

But what he never expected was that those monks actually took the initiative to move closer to him.

"Everyone, I don't intend to get my hands on the treasure. I'm just here to join in the fun and see what the treasure looks like. I don't dare to compete with you. Please..."

Before he finished speaking, a hidden weapon shot towards him.

Xiao Huangjian automatically protected the master and knocked out the hidden weapon.

"Hmph! It sounds good. How many people who came here to take risks didn't want to fight for treasures?"

"That's right, if you don't have that intention, then retreat quickly, don't make people suspicious!"

"Don't talk nonsense with him, kill him first!"

"..."

Ding Zhe turned around, pulled Sheng Hua and left.

Just kidding, you all believe that I am here to compete with you for treasures, and I still keep it?

Returning to the mist with Shenghua, the opponent immediately lost his target.

Ding Zhe heaved a sigh of relief when he felt that there was no breath following him.

"Why can't these people understand the words?"

"Brother Ding, what if it were you instead?"

Think about it for the same reason, you said you didn't come to kill me, so why are you so close to me?

People's hearts are separated by belly, and no one can tell what the other is thinking.

With a sigh, Ding Zhe went around in another direction and continued to approach the center.

He already felt an unusual aura that was gradually spreading.

"Brother Ding, the time has come, the sky thunder is no longer falling." Sheng Hua reminded.

"That's right, the Lightning Strike Grass should have come out, let's take a look and leave."

Ding Zhe suddenly became interested, and walked quickly towards the center.

But before he had gone far, he saw a group of people standing there in a circle.

Vaguely, a small garden appeared in his eyes.

"Hiss~ It's interesting, where did this garden come from?" Ding Zhe wondered.

The small garden is full of exotic flowers and weeds. If Ding Zhe had to judge by himself, it would be impossible for him to tell which one was the real lightning strike grass.

As a qualified monk, it is natural to move this small garden away.

But with so many monks in front of him, he would not be given any chance at all.

He was standing at the farthest place from the small garden, and he could vaguely see the plants in the small garden.

But at this distance, Shenghua couldn't see anything.

After all, her cultivation is not as good as Ding Zhe's.

"Come closer, as long as you can see it, don't be too close."

"Ah."

Shenghua also became interested, and her curiosity drove her to walk a few feet forward quickly.

Behind him, Ding Zhe grabbed her.

However, even though the distance was so close, those monks no longer looked at the two of them, but focused on the small garden.

Suddenly, a clear white light shot up into the sky from the small garden.