About two hours later, ye Chen opened his eyes and woke up from the state of meditation.

"No wonder the trapped dragon Canyon is called a holy land for cultivation. I see."

Ye Chen's face shows the color of enlightenment. Although Yanglong grass is precious, there are many monks and few monks. Under the struggle of nearly 10000 people, only a few people can get it. For those martial artists with low cultivation, there is no chance.

However, in addition to the Yanglong grass, there is also a weak Yanglong Qi in the heaven and earth vitality of the trapped dragon canyon. Although there is only the slightest, as long as you practice in the trapped dragon Canyon, you can easily get it, and no one competes with you.

Moreover, being blocked by invisible forces, the body is in a state of cultivation all the time, day after day, year after year, and the benefits are endless.

"The deeper the depth, the thicker the vitality concentration, and it is easier to obtain the Yang dragon Qi."

With such thoughts in his head, ye Chen stood up, came to the twenty mile area of trapped dragon Canyon and continued to sink into the state of cultivation.

After three days in a row, ye Chen was in meditation with his eyes closed. The martial artists around him came and went, and didn't bother much.

Hoo Hoo!

On this day, the sound of the wind suddenly came from the deep of the canyon. The gusts of wind, like the loud dragon chant, rang through the whole trapped dragon canyon with a trace of anger.

"It's windy. It's windy at last!"

Seeing this, the martial artists showed a look of ecstasy on their faces.

Ye Chen also opened his eyes. The strong wind came from the depths of the canyon, with a strong spirit material smell, mostly mixed with a lot of Yanglong grass. Those martial artists were naturally ecstatic.

Whew!

Just as ye Chen thought, there was a faint sound of breaking the air in the strong wind. He raised his head and looked. In the gray strong wind, there was a very misty green streamer.

The green streamer is naturally Yanglong grass.

Yanglong grass contains the Qi of Yanglong. It is mixed in the strong wind. It is blurred and difficult to see. In addition, it is blocked by invisible forces. It is difficult to find the trace of Yanglong grass.

But for ye Chen, once he has the power of soul, and secondly, he has the Tiangou totem. When his eyes are scanned, he can easily find the trace of Yanglong grass.

The palm of his hand stretched out as fast as thunder. He only felt a golden awn passing in front of his eyes. There was an additional Yanglong grass on Ye Chen's hand. The whole movement was fast, almost the moment he found Yanglong grass, he grabbed it into his hand.

The Yang dragon grass is like a storage ring, and ye Chen continues to search for the whereabouts of the Yang dragon grass.

"This is mine!"

Near Ye Chen, a thin middle-aged man moved and reached out to catch Yanglong grass.

"I have valued it for a long time. It belongs to me!" shouted an old man over sixty. He stamped the ground under his feet, rolled and rushed towards the thin middle-aged.

They were very fast. They approached yanglongcao in an instant and began to compete.

It's not just here. Throughout the trapped dragon Canyon, countless martial artists have joined the competition. The fighting is very hot, and no one wants to give up.

Ye Chen smiled faintly and moved with the wind. When he appeared again, he had reached the other side, opened his hands and grabbed a Yanglong grass directly from the air.

"How is it possible? There is also a Yanglong grass?"

The two people who competed for Yanglong grass were stunned. They saw that ye Chen was just a true double heaven cultivation, but he was able to move freely within a twenty mile area. They guessed that he mostly hid his strength and immediately curbed the greedy idea in his heart.

Finally, the old man was superior and won the Yanglong grass. When he landed, he smiled at Ye Chen and said, "young man, my eyesight is good. I admire it."

"It's just a fluke. The wind is still blowing, and everyone just depends on their abilities." Ye Chen nodded and responded. His palm stretched out again, and the golden awn moved. Every time he flashed, he would harvest a Yanglong grass, with amazing efficiency.

At this time, on the ground, a line of figures came here. It was Zhong Ling and others.

Feeling the roaring wind, their footsteps stopped, and then their eyes showed ecstasy.

The strong wind is extremely fierce, and the number of Yangyuan grass is also very large. With their strength, they can win several plants as long as they are careful.

"Do it!"

A voice came from the crowd, and then figures flashed out one after another. They rushed against the strong wind, clapped their palms, condensed their true yuan palms, and frantically grabbed Yanglong grass.

A Yanglong grass can be exchanged for more than 100000 yuan of stone, and the price is quite high. Why should they rely on others as guards.

"What do you mean?" the old man beside Zhong Ling shouted when he saw that these guards were frantically snatching the Yanglong grass in the strong wind and drying Zhong Ling aside.

"These Yanglong grass are mine, come down immediately!" Zhong Ling also yelled. The reason why she hired guards is to ask them to help rob Yangyuan grass, but now they ignore her directly.

The guards looked at each other and kept silent. They continued to rob Yanglong grass, ignoring Zhong Ling and the old man.

"Do you want to be the enemy of my Zhong family?" the old man shouted coldly again, with a threat in his tone.

"Zhong family? Your Zhong family is just a small family attached to the Qiao family. The reason why we are willing to become a guard is just that we like the beauty of this chick. When we win enough Yanglong grass, we will strengthen her. Who will know that we did it here?"

An evil voice sounded. A guard who reached the realm of Yuangang stared at Zhong Ling and scanned his eyes, especially when he stopped at the plump position of Zhong Ling. His scarlet tongue gave off a strange smell.

Hearing his words, the other guards burst out a burst of laughter. They had long been full of thoughts about Zhong Ling's body.

"These bastards!"

Zhong Ling's face was livid with anger, and the old man also exuded evil spirit, but these guards had no way to go.

"Miss, this is the sphere of influence of the Qiao family. They absolutely don't dare to mess around. We collect Yanglong grass first, and then catch them one by one after we go back to the family." the old man whispered in Zhong Ling's ear.

"Well, after I catch them, I'll kill them all myself, otherwise it's hard to dispel my hatred." Zhong Ling's eyes sent out a killing intention. If he dared to ignore her, he was looking for death.

After that, her eyes suddenly contracted and looked at the wind ahead. There, there was a misty green awn, which was rushing towards her.

"Yanglong grass!" Zhong Ling's eyes trembled. He really stepped on iron shoes and had no place to hide. It took no time to come.

"Yes, it's Yanglong grass. Miss, I'll protect the Dharma for you. Go and put it away quickly." the old man exuded rolling Yuan Gang, patted it with his palm and stopped the Yanglong grass.

Zhong Ling nodded, rushed to yanglongcao, stretched out his jade hand and was about to grasp it.

Whew!

At this moment, a remnant shadow suddenly passed by.

Zhong Ling's hand was empty, and then she saw that yanglongcao disappeared. At the same time, a figure passed by her and stopped on the ground not far away.

"Counting this one, it's already the ninth one, and the harvest is quite fruitful." Ye Chen glanced at the Yanglong grass in his hand, showing a satisfied color on his face, and then put the Yanglong grass into the storage ring.