Zhan Ziyang had just walked into Fengchen Valley, and he was suddenly shocked. When he, Liu Dong and others appeared in Fengchen Valley three years ago, it was difficult to see other monks here, but now Zhan Ziyang could see nothing.
to twenty people
Moreover, the further inside, there are more and more people, and some people are even quarreling with red faces over a ginseng that has been heated for a thousand years.
Although Zhan Ziyang was a little surprised at the huge changes that had taken place in Fengchen Valley compared to three years ago, he did not delay any more. He was now very concerned about Liu Dong, Xuan Yuzi and others. He had practiced in "Ting Yu Zhu" for three years.
For years, no news was sent back, for fear that they would worry about their own safety.
Moreover, Zhan Ziyang also promised Xuan Yuzi that he would participate in the Seven Summits of the Sect. Now that the date of the competition is less than four days, Zhan Ziyang does not want to waste time and just wants to rush back to Qingyun Sect as soon as possible.
Along the way, Zhan Ziyang walked like flying, and his body swept forward quickly. An hour later, he had appeared at the edge of Fengchen Valley leading to the outer edge of Death Swamp.
But just when Zhan Ziyang was about to walk out of Fengchen Valley, the sound of fighting came from the woods nearby. Zhan Ziyang originally didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but he heard a very familiar voice from the scolding sounds.
The sound made me a little curious, so I turned around and walked into the woods.
"What do you mean, surnamed Zhou?" In a clearing in the forest, there was a strong man with a huge back and a strong waist. His arms were almost as thick as an ordinary person's thigh. His shoulders were holding a half-arm-wide, four-foot-long giant sword. His face was gloomy.
Han De stared at the people in front of him and scolded
Zhan Ziyang was hiding in the forest. When he saw who the besieged strong man was, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised. He said doubtfully: "It's Senior Brother Zheng Yu. Why is he here?"
At the same time, Zhan Ziyang followed Zheng Yu's gaze and looked opposite him
This is a group of five people, headed by a thin middle-aged man, also named Zhou by Zheng Yu, a monk in the late stage of True Spirit.
The cultivation base of the other four people, except for one monk who is slightly plump and has an innate eighth level, the other three all have innate fifth level strength.
The monk surnamed Zhou's eyes revealed Sen Han's murderous intent. He did not change in any way because of Zheng Yu's scolding. He said in a calm tone: "Leave that black jade sacred lotus and I will let you go!"
"Black Jade Divine Lotus?" Zhan Ziyang, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't help but become a little confused when he heard the monk named Zhou say this.
He once saw in the Wuzhou Tongjian that the Black Jade Divine Lotus will bear a fruit every five hundred years, which can be collected to refine some second- and third-grade elixirs.
But what makes Zhan Ziyang strange is that although this black jade divine lotus is a high-quality elixir for refining elixirs, it is not too difficult to see. Why did the monk named Zhou this week stop Zheng Yu from killing him because of this black jade divine lotus?
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"Is there anything different about this black jade sacred lotus?" Zhan Ziyang muttered to himself strangely. However, he did not act rashly, but patiently observed a few people in the dark.
He always felt that something was wrong, and he felt that the eighth-level innate monk in the scene looked familiar. He seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
When Zheng Yu heard what the monk surnamed Zhou said, he suddenly became a little angry and shouted: "You surnamed Zhou, is it possible that you want to burn down the river and destroy the bridge? When you and I entered the outer realm of the Death Swamp together, we had already agreed on what we could harvest.
Opportunities all depend on your own luck, but now you say the opposite, do you think that I, Zheng Yu, will be afraid of the Xuantian Sect behind you and your surname Zhou?!"
"Xuantian Sect?" When Zhan Ziyang heard these words, he was suddenly shocked. A picture flashed through his mind quickly. His eyes staring at the eighth-level innate monk became a little cold, and he murmured
Said: "No wonder I feel familiar. Could it be him?"
At this time, the monk surnamed Zhou suddenly sneered. His eyes looking at Zheng Yu were colder than before, and his voice was as cold as hell, and he said: "I said this, but what can I do about it?"
What do you think? I want to order the black jade sacred lotus that has matured for ten thousand years. Really, please hand it over as soon as possible, otherwise don’t blame me for snatching it myself!"