The pavilion is made of agarwood, emitting a faint fragrance. There are three big words engraved on the door plaque: Diling Pavilion.

Ye Xinghe smiled and said, "It's this!"

After saying that, he strode forward and walked towards the Diling Pavilion.

"stop!"

But as soon as he walked to the door, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The speaker is a middle-aged guard wearing black light armor and a strong figure.

He looked at Ye Xinghe coldly and asked, "Who are you?"

"This is the Earth Spirit Pavilion, don't enter the living people!"

Ye Xinghe flipped his palm and showed the token of the Diling Pavilion and said, "I'll buy something."

After seeing the token, Zhuangshuo guard frowned and looked at Ye Xinghe, wonderingly: "There are only ten tokens in the Diling Pavilion."

"I have been guarding the Earthling Pavilion for ten years. I have never seen anyone with a token?"

"Little thief, tell me! Where did you steal this token from?!"

"steal?"

Ye Xinghe looked at him coldly and said calmly: "I, Ye Xinghe, need to steal things?"

"This token was personally given by Mr. Wu, the Grandmaster of the Heavenly Yan Palace!"

"Teacher Wu?"

The Zhuangshuo Guard sneered: "A mere green robe disciple, can Mr. Wu give you the token of the Diling Pavilion?"

"If you don't tell the truth, I will break one of your arms and give you a long memory!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Xinghe sneered: "Your dog eyes are really blind!"

"You are a ants, you dare to threaten to cut off my arm, you deserve it?"

The strong guard's face suddenly became angry and shouted: "Little bastard, he's not a little tone!"

"I will teach you a lesson today and let you know what it means to be tall and thick!"

After saying that, he stretched out his hands, and his majestic momentum suddenly arose, and he wanted to take action!

Ye Xinghe frowned slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, which was also the power to activate the divine energy.

However, just as he was about to take action, a angrily shout suddenly came from the pavilion.

"Who dares to be presumptuous in my Ling Pavilion!"

Upon hearing this, the Zhuangshuo Guard was startled, and quickly restrained his momentum, turned his head and bowed to see him.

At this time, a tall middle-aged man wearing a brocade purple robe walked out of the pavilion.

The middle-aged man in purple robe frowned slightly, glanced at the two of them coldly, and said in a cold voice: "What happened?"

The brawny guard smiled flatteringly and said, "Deacon, please calm down!"

"It was this little thief who stole the token of my Lingge and tried to get a fish-eyed eyeball. The villain was about to teach him a lesson!"

The brawny guard pointed at Ye Xinghe and showed a fierce look on his face.

Deacon He turned his head and looked up and down at Ye Xinghe.

He was shocked and suddenly remembered what the Pavilion Master said, "A noble man will come today."

His face suddenly changed and he asked, "May I ask, are you Ye Xinghe and Mr. Ye?"

Ye Xinghe nodded and said, "Not bad!"

"I am the chief of the Tianwu Academy of the Yan Palace in Yan Palace, Ye Xinghe."

After saying that, he handed the token in his hand to Deacon He.

Deacon He took the token in fear and fear, then looked carefully for a moment, nodded and said, "Not bad! It's the token of Mr. Wu!"

The strong guard was shocked when he heard this and murmured: "He... isn't he a little thief?"

"presumptuous!"

Deacon He frowned, raised his hand, and slapped the strong guard's face.

Bang!

This slap was made with great force!

The guard who suffused the eyes of the guards showed signs of stars and bleeding from the corners of his mouth.

Deacon He angrily said, "I have been guarding the door for ten years and can't even recognize it in person!"

"What's the point of keeping you!"

Zhuangshuo guard was shocked and fell to the ground with a "thump".

He kowtowed and begged for mercy, "Deacon, I was wrong!"

"Please spare me this time for my ten years!"

Deacon He snorted coldly: "What's the use of apologizing to me?"

Upon hearing this, Zhuangshuo Guard suddenly woke up and knelt down in front of Ye Xinghe, kowtowing frequently.

"Mr. Ye, I'm blind and I can't recognize you."

"Please forgive me this time and let me live!"

A frog in the well, Ye Xinghe was too lazy to bother with him.

He glanced at the guard coldly and said in a deep voice: "Get out!"

Deacon He angrily scolded: "Why don't you get out of here!"

"From today, you will never use the Landing Pavilion again!"

"The villain is out now!"

The huge guard quickly got up, rolled and ran to the distance.

Then, Deacon He quickly turned around and smiled flatteringly: "Mr. Ye, please follow me."

Ye Xinghe nodded, followed Deacon He and stepped into the Earthling Pavilion.

The pavilion is full of gold and jade, and countless treasures.

There is also an obese young man and a thin young man in the hall, who are selecting treasures.

When the two of them heard the sound, they both turned their heads and looked.

When the two saw Ye Xinghe and Deacon He walked together, they both showed doubts on their faces, but did not say much.

As the two watched, Ye Xinghe and Deacon He walked to the hall to sit down.

Deacon He poured tea and said, "Young Master Ye, the eighth-grade spiritual herb you want, Lu Lingguiyuan grass, is now on the road."

"It is absolutely foolproof that the Pavilion Master brings you back in person."

Ye Xinghe bowed and chuckled: "I'm really troubled by the Pavilion Master. I wonder when the spiritual grass will arrive?"

Deacon He shook his head and said, "It can be as short as a few hours, and it can be as long as a few days."

"It's better for the young master to live in the city now. If there is any news, I will notify the young master immediately. What?"

Ye Xinghe nodded and said, "I'm working hard."

Deacon He returned a gift and wanted to send Ye Xinghe away.

At this moment, the fat young man walked slowly and said with a puzzled look: "Deacon He, did you say that there is news about the eighth-grade spiritual herb?"

Deacon He changed his expression and smiled awkwardly: "Young Master Yan, there is indeed news about the eighth-grade spiritual herb."

"But, this spiritual herb has been decided by this Young Master Ye."

"As for the spiritual herb you want, I will..."

Before he finished speaking, Mr. Yan snorted coldly: "What a shitty young master Ye?"

"Tomorrow will be my master's 60th birthday!"

"As early as half a month ago, I entrusted you with the Lingge to buy a rare eighth-grade spiritual herb."

"Since I get it now, why don't you give it to me now!"

Deacon He looked embarrassed and hesitated: "This..."

Ye Xinghe was not angry either and bowed to his salute: "Brother Yan, it's not that I'm robbing my love with him."

"It's just that I need this spiritual herb to save my sister's life. I hope Brother Yan will bear the pain of giving up his love."

"I am an alchemist, and I can give you a spiritual pill as a reward. How about it?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Yan looked up and down at Ye Xinghe, and then sneered: "My master is a seventh-grade alchemist, and he is known as the Holy Pill Old Man!"

"Even if you are an alchemist, what level can you be?"

Ye Xinghe said lightly: "I am already an eighth-grade alchemist."

Young Master Yan was stunned at first, and then said angrily: "Little bastard, can you please use me to be happy?"

"I will take this spiritual herb away today!"

"If you dare to stop me again, I will kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, murderous aura suddenly arose!

Ye Xinghe frowned slightly and said in a cold voice: "I advise you with kind words, I have given you a face."

"Don't be ungrateful!"
Chapter completed!