"My spiritual roots used to be immortal spiritual roots. What level of flesh and soil do I need?" Qin Feng asked urgently.
"Immortal Spirit Root??? Damn, who did this? I'll kill him." A terrifying sword intent suddenly burst out from Zhou Jian's body.
The aura of swallowing mountains and rivers!
Zhou Jian's figure trembled violently at this moment.
Fairy root!
Even in their time, there were only a handful of them.
Each one of them is the strongest.
If Qin Feng had the immortal root again, if he was given a thousand years, the evil race would never dare to invade the human race again.
Bastards!
He actually dared to dig out Qin Feng's immortal roots.
Die die die!
Must die.
"Senior, calm down! Let's talk about it first. What level of flesh soil do I need to restore my spiritual roots?" Qin Feng asked urgently.
Now, he just wants to know the answer.
Zhou Jian took a deep breath and suppressed the murderous intent in his heart.
"The flesh soil that can repair the immortal roots... must be of the highest grade! This flesh soil can only be considered the lowest grade." Zhou Jian sighed.
Even in his time, the highest grade of flesh soil was extremely rare.
Unless, you feed it yourself.
"Alas, what a pity, I only have a wisp of soul now. I can't help you!" Zhou Jian became depressed at this moment.
He was in a state of spirit and would fall into a deep sleep if he came out to fight.
There is no way to help Qin Feng.
"Oh, Zhuang Sheng! Find Zhuang Sheng! He can do it!" Zhou Jian suddenly remembered something, and his sword eyes sparkled.
"Who is Zhuang Sheng? How do I find him?" Qin Feng frowned.
"The stupid donkey who entered the Heavenly Palace with you last time." Zhou Jian said.
Qin Feng was horrified.
???
"Senior, do you know him?"
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