Chapter 68

Ye Wei glanced over and saw three Apprentice Realm powerhouses running in the same direction as him.

"Get lost!" The three Apprentice Realm powerhouses cursed viciously. Knowing they had no power to snatch the primitive bone Dao artifacts, they had the idea of occupying these ordinary treasures.

The three Apprentice Realm powerhouses approached Ye Wei.

Ye Wei's eyes suddenly turned cold, his fists clenched tightly, and he unleashed three punches as fast as lightning.

The roaring wind from the punches made the three of them pause slightly, stepping back a few steps!

"Looking for death!"

"Just an Apprentice Realm, and you dare to be so arrogant!" The three showed no fear, their Primordial Energy surging fiercely, their skin turning a bluish-green hue, and their tightly clenched fists smashing towards Ye Wei.

These three were all Five-star Apprentice Realm powerhouses. With Primordial Energy flowing, threads of bluish-green light formed a bluish-green curtain under their skin, making their skin as hard as iron, and their strength and defense increased several times in an instant.

The three fists, breaking through the air, aimed at Ye Wei's back, left shoulder, and right arm, their attacks extremely ruthless!

Sensing the three gusts of wind coming from around him, Ye Wei snorted angrily, stomped his foot hard, and his body bent, shooting forward like an arrow released from a bow, speeding towards the iron plate ahead.

Ye Wei was extremely decisive, not lingering in battle. He wanted only the iron plate, not to defeat these three martial arts apprentices!

The three martial arts apprentices, seeing Ye Wei's back as he rushed towards the rusted iron plate, were slightly stunned. This kid wants that rusted iron plate, which is completely different from what we want!

"Charge!"

"Charge!"

The three martial arts apprentices exchanged a glance, no longer paying attention to Ye Wei. What use is a broken iron plate? How much can it be worth? What a fool!

The three martial arts apprentices suddenly turned and rushed towards a large knife ahead, which was gleaming with a cold light. Although it was not a primitive bone Dao artifact, it was a weapon made of rare metal, and it could sell for at least several thousand silver coins.

"Finally going to get it!" Ye Wei stared at the iron plate, which was just within reach, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes. He suddenly stretched out his hand, reaching for the iron plate.

Buzz!

Just as Ye Wei's hand was about to touch the iron plate, a three-inch sword shadow, carrying a sharp aura, suddenly shot through the air. Before the sword shadow even touched his hand, Ye Wei felt a sharp and terrifying aura approaching. In a split second, he quickly pulled back his hand.

Whoosh!

The three-inch sword shadow grazed past Ye Wei's hand, leaving a shallow blood trail on his palm. Lowering his head to see the blood dripping through his fingers, Ye Wei suddenly raised his head, his gaze sharp as he looked in the direction the sword shadow came from.

"It's you!" Ye Wei narrowed his eyes slightly, his pupils contracting, his hand quietly reaching into his Bag of Holding. If the situation went wrong, he would tear the divine scroll without hesitation.

The martial arts realm powerhouses who suddenly attacked Ye Wei were precisely the four martial artists Ye Wei and Lin Zhiyan encountered when they entered the first stone room!

"Do you four, all being mighty martial arts realm powerhouses, find it interesting to make things difficult for a mere martial arts apprentice like me, instead of going after the primitive bone Dao artifacts?" Ye Wei said coldly, his face stern.

"It's not interesting at all. Hand over the pills you obtained in the stone room, and we won't make things difficult for you!" The four martial arts realm powerhouses looked at Ye Wei with disdain, a trace of contempt in their smiles.

Seize the primitive bone Dao artifacts?

They wanted to, but the powerhouses rushing towards the seven primitive bone Dao artifacts included not only Luo Wuxue, Lu Zhao, Hong Xun, and Xue Yao, four top powerhouses, but also many Six-star martial artists.

How could they, with their strength, possibly compete with those powerhouses? Just as they sighed in frustration, they happened to see Ye Wei.

Thinking that even if they couldn't get the low-grade primitive bone Dao artifacts, obtaining some valuable pills would still make the trip worthwhile, they remembered that the floor of the stone room was made of cold jade marrow, and the pills Ye Wei obtained must be extraordinary. Thus, the four of them rushed towards Ye Wei, preparing to rob him.

"Hmph, you're targeting me?" Ye Wei's left hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the iron plate, while his right hand directly took out a divine scroll from the Bag of Holding.

The divine scroll emitted a faint green light, clearly a Profound Rank divine scroll!

"Mid-grade Profound Rank divine scroll!" The four martial artists, looking at the divine scroll in Ye Wei's hand, their disdainful smiles instantly froze, their eyes widening in disbelief as they stared at Ye Wei.

A mere martial arts apprentice actually possesses a mid-grade Profound Rank divine scroll! This young man's background is probably not much worse than Jin Yan's or Mo Ya's.

Such a person is not someone they can provoke!

Even if they killed Ye Wei, they would likely be hunted to death! Moreover, how could such a young man be completely unprotected? They suddenly thought of that stunningly beautiful girl from earlier.

"Hehe, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!" The four martial artists laughed awkwardly. They still had some discernment, knowing who they could provoke and who they couldn't. They then suddenly turned and rushed towards the ordinary treasures.

Unable to compete with Luo Wuxue, Lu Zhao, Hong Xun, and others, and not daring to provoke Ye Wei, they couldn't return empty-handed after taking the risk of entering the Blood Mist Valley.

Damn, what bad luck, that kid actually has a Profound Rank divine scroll!

No wonder he dared to enter the Blood Mist Valley with just two people. They didn't know which noble family he was from, but his family must have given him a Profound Rank divine scroll for protection... That noble family must not be simple.

"Phew!"

Ye Wei watched the four martial artists retreat, slowly letting out a breath of relief. These divine scrolls were given to him by Sister Zhiyan, and using one meant one less, so it was best not to use them if possible.

Lowering his head to look at the iron plate in his left hand, which felt cold, Ye Wei bit his lip slightly, suppressing his curiosity, and directly threw the iron plate into the Bag of Holding. Now was not the time to study the iron plate.

"Iron plate in hand!" Ye Wei's heart was filled with a sense of satisfaction. He knew that this rusted iron plate was definitely not an ordinary thing, and its value might even surpass the three mid-grade primitive bone Dao artifacts.

Obtaining a mysterious treasure, Ye Wei was naturally delighted!

"What about Sister Zhiyan? She's going to compete for the mid-grade primitive bone Dao artifacts with those terrifying guys, Jin Yan and Mo Ya. Will she be in danger?" The battle was still ongoing, and Ye Wei had already obtained what he wanted, so he naturally didn't want to get involved anymore. He retreated to the edge of the hall, and thinking of Lin Zhiyan, his smile faded, and he couldn't help but worry.

Although he knew that Lin Zhiyan had hidden her strength, Jin Yan and Mo Ya were too powerful, both having Ten-star martial arts realm cultivation and valuable mid-grade primitive bone Dao artifacts.

Lin Zhiyan competing with such terrifying opponents, Ye Wei couldn't help but worry.

At this moment, Lin Zhiyan had already used her astonishing abilities to rush to the front, even standing ahead of Luo Wuxue, Lu Zhao, Hong Xun, and Xue Yao.

However, Luo Wuxue, Lu Zhao, and the others aimed for the seven low-grade primitive bone Dao artifacts, while Lin Zhiyan's target was the three mid-grade primitive bone Dao artifacts!

In the air, Jin Yan held a golden spear, standing proudly, his long hair dancing wildly, exuding a fierce and domineering aura. Mo Ya, on the other hand, stood calmly on an ancient sword, looking at Jin Yan with a calm expression, seemingly not in a hurry.

"Three mid-grade primitive bone Dao artifacts, how should we divide them?" Jin Yan looked at Mo Ya, clenching his fist, his tone cold and proud.

"Each to his own abilities!"

Mo Ya calmly looked at the faintly glowing primitive bone Dao artifacts below, speaking without being moved.

Jin Yan and Mo Ya did not enter the Blood Mist Valley for the three mid-grade primitive bone Dao artifacts, but now that they had discovered them, even they couldn't remain unmoved.

"Exactly as I thought!"

Jin Yan smiled coldly, then stomped his foot hard. Instantly, divine patterns bloomed on his golden spear, and in a moment, a several dozen feet long golden spear shadow enveloped Jin Yan.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

The golden spear trembled slightly, and Jin Yan seemed to merge with the golden spear. Enveloped by the massive golden spear shadow, he transformed into a streak of light, rushing down.

Whoosh!

Mo Ya looked at Jin Yan, his lips curling slightly, and a faint green light spread out, rushing down at a speed slightly faster than Jin Yan.

The massive golden spear shadow and the pale green sword shadow, like meteors falling from the sky, rushed down with terrifying momentum, creating powerful shockwaves that rippled out like waves.

Even before landing, the terrifying wind had swept across a hundred meters, and the powerhouses within this range were swept away like kites with broken strings.

Lin Zhiyan, Luo Wuxue, Lu Zhao, Hong Xun, and Xue Yao, who were at the front, were all within the hundred-meter range. When the wind hit, the Seven-star martial artists Lu Zhao and Xue Yao felt a powerful force hit them, and their faces turned extremely pale.

They both let out a low cry, Primordial Energy surging from their dantians, and they stomped their feet hard, their legs sinking into the hard ground, trying to resist the intense wind. Even so, their bodies still kept retreating, their legs plowing deep grooves into the hard ground of the hall.

Hong Xun, who had once killed a Six-star martial artist with a single palm, used a divine skill as the wind swept over, divine patterns floating in front of him, forming a faint golden bell shadow that firmly protected him.

Although the two gusts of wind made Hong Xun's clothes a bit disheveled, he was in much better shape compared to Lu Zhao and Xue Yao.

Among the crowd, only two could resist the two terrifying gusts of wind: one was the Nine-star martial artist Luo Wuxue, and the other was Lin Zhiyan!

In the midst of the violent wind, Luo Wuxue's feet seemed nailed to the ground, not retreating a single step, but his face was slightly pale.

"I am the chief student of the Goldwood Academy and the strongest among the young generation in Cold Sun City, but compared to these two young geniuses, Jin Yan and Mo Ya, I still fall short!"

"How ridiculous I have been..." Luo Wuxue's lips curled into a self-mocking smile. Strength is the foundation; without reaching the Ten-star martial arts realm, I will never have the right to compare with them!

Luo Wuxue turned around, somewhat dejected, and actually gave up the low-grade primitive bone Dao artifact within reach!

"If we meet again, I, Luo Wuxue, will never be so weak!" The powerful strength of Jin Yan and Mo Ya deeply stimulated Luo Wuxue, a determined light flashing in his eyes.

The powerful Luo Wuxue put aside his pride, and the restless heart that had been troubled for many years finally settled. He gave up everything and left the Blood Mist Valley.

"You underestimated me a bit..." Lin Zhiyan, standing calmly in the raging wind, looked at the dejected Luo Wuxue, sensing the determination in his aura, her eyes, which were enveloped in a pale purple flame, showing a hint of approval.

At this moment, Jin Yan and Mo Ya had already landed on the ground. Jin Yan picked up the rightmost of the three mid-grade primitive bone Dao artifacts, a compass-shaped one, while Mo Ya held the middle one, a feather fan. Then their gazes both fell on the leftmost one, a purple-golden thin veil.

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