Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

"Okay, I choose the storage bag, and the ancient spiritual weapon belongs to you!"

After only a moment of silence, Oya cast her eyes on the storage bag in Wu Fan's hand and said indifferently, then waved the magic chess in her hand, and the green hand in the distance instantly turned into green smoke and dissipated, and the yellow nail stood still in the air without moving.

"Haha, Madam, you really have a good eye. The things in this storage bag must be priceless. Wu is also coveting it. But since I have already agreed, I will naturally not regret anything. The storage bag belongs to you, Madam!"

Wu Fan was not surprised at all. He had already guessed that the other party would make this choice, so he pretended to flatter with a smile, and at the same time, he threw his arm, and the spiritual energy wrapped in the storage bag flew straight to the woman.

At the same time, the earth emperor nail in the distance was attracted by something and flew quickly to this side out of thin air. As a result, in Oya's angry eyes, Wu Fan collected it without paying attention to anyone else.

"Hmph! Stop talking nonsense, boy, you are so brave that you dare to snatch the treasure from me. I will remember this!"

Aoya glared at Wu Fan fiercely, snorted coldly, grabbed the storage bag and flew away.

Wu Fan grinned secretly, shook his head and smiled bitterly, and left without stopping.

It seems that before the Tianlan Territory army leaves the Beidou Territory, he has to be careful of this woman.

………

During the flight, Wu Fan released his spiritual sense to scan the nearby area and found that the battle group of Gan Yang Zhenren and Ming Qianzong had gone to an unknown place, and his spiritual sense did not capture it.

On the contrary, the battle group of Chaoget and Fenlie Zun against Wu Ma Yi was just over thirty miles away.

As for Zhou Shentong and Long Yingfeng, they have now fought deep in the mountains and are about to leave Wu Fan's spiritual sense range.

The same is true for the battle group of Zhuge Qingtian and Huangfu Sheng against Qiao Qianbai. Wu Fan can only faintly sense a little breath.

The last battle group of Batu and Duan Gansu was not far away at the moment, but it was estimated to be a hundred miles away.

Wu Fan touched his chin, his eyes kept shaking, and he didn't know who he should help for a while.

Logically speaking, he was closest to Venerable Fenlie, and he should help him deal with Wu Ma Yi, but on second thought, even if he went to help, it would be a waste of time in the end, and he would definitely not get any benefits, so there would be no big meaning. He was the kind of person who would not get up early without benefits, and he was unwilling to do useless work.

Moreover, looking at the current situation, Wu Ma Yi obviously couldn't hold on for long, even if he went there, it would only be icing on the cake, and no one would think of his goodness.

For the same reason, he didn't need to go to help Zhuge Qingtian. Although this battle group was very far away from him, he could still faintly sense that Qiao Qianbai's breath was getting weaker and weaker. Even if he went there now, it would not have much effect. It was possible that the battle would be over before he got there.

Therefore, after thinking about it, Wu Fan gave up the idea of ​​helping these two parties, and then he put his mind on Zhou Shentong.

According to friendship, he should help this sloppy old man the most, but after careful thinking, he was a little undecided. If this old man was at a disadvantage at this moment, he would definitely go to help without hesitation.

But now it is obvious that Long Yingfeng was beaten by this guy and only had the power to parry. The body of the dragon that revealed its true form was covered with wounds of varying sizes, and there was no chance of escape.

Although it was unlikely that Zhou Shentong wanted to kill this dragon, at least he could easily delay time and wait for reinforcements to help, and there was no danger in itself.

Therefore, after thinking about it, Wu Fan decided not to help.

There are two reasons for this idea. One is that even if he went to help kill Long Yingfeng, when distributing the treasures in the end, he could not ask for it as shamelessly as before, and there was a high probability that he would return empty-handed.

Secondly, Long Yingfeng was only a demon cultivator after all, and there must be nothing good in his storage bag. The most valuable thing was probably his corpse, but Wu Fan had many magic weapons, and he really didn't care about his corpse.

Since his friend was not in danger, he might as well take this opportunity to plunder other people's property.

Even if he killed some Jindan-stage cultivators, it would be good. Anyway, he had already obtained Xing Gusheng's corpse, and also killed Wu Junmo and others. After returning, he had an explanation. Even if he didn't help anyone, Gan Yang Zhenren couldn't say anything.

Then after thinking for a while, he turned his head and looked a hundred miles away in the south, his eyes shaking.

And the two people fighting there were Batu and Duan Gansu.

That's right, he was somewhat tempted to help that Batu Fashi.

The two of them didn't have much friendship, and they didn't know each other before. As for Wu Fan's idea, it was because he had heard that Duan Gansu was a man of destiny. He had many opportunities in his early years and got several inheritances. He must have a lot of wealth. If he could kill this man, he would get a lot of money.

The most important thing is that Wu Fan was very tempted by the legendary top-grade ancient spiritual weapon of this man. If he could get it, he would probably wake up with a smile in his dreams.

You know, Wu Fan has lived for hundreds of years, and until now he has only seen one top-grade ancient spiritual weapon, which is his windmill.

It goes without saying how precious this kind of thing is. A great cultivator like Xing Gusheng uses the Earth Emperor Nail, which is just a high-level ancient spiritual weapon.

It's just that Duan Gansu never exposed the treasure to the outside world, so no one knows what it is. Most of the outside world is just rumors, saying all kinds of things.

But no matter what it is, as long as it is a top-quality thing, it must be a rare good thing.

Wu Fan only thought for a while, his eyes became firm, and he turned and flew to the south.

………

At the same time…

In a dense forest a hundred miles away from here, a shocking battle is taking place here at this moment.

Before arriving close, you can hear the loud noises of "bang bang bang". If you get close, you can see that the rocks in the nearby area are broken and the trees are flying. The beautiful place with picturesque mountains and rivers has become horrible.

As far as the eyes can see, Batu's burly figure flashed in the nearby area at a high speed, like teleportation, coming and going without a trace. Every time he arrived at a place, he raised the scimitar that was more than ten feet long and chopped it fiercely.

Although his body is like a humanoid beast, his speed is as fast as lightning, and the person he chopped is the wretched casual cultivator Duan Gansu.

Duan Gansu was in extreme pain at the moment. He was hit so hard that he had no power to defend himself. He could only dodge as much as he could. But even so, he sometimes failed to dodge and was hit by two swords.

But the strange thing was that even though Batu was a physical cultivator with amazing strength, he didn't cause much damage to Duan Gansu after the sword hit him.