"Bang!"
The two spiritual powers collided, and a powerful impact broke out instantly, destroying the spiritual grass on the Dantian instantly.
Seeing this scene, Tang Ming felt a little reluctant, and then he took a few steps back to absorb all the energy.
After the first round of fighting, Tang Ming was slightly inferior.
It's not that he isn't an opponent, it's just that he can't bear the destruction of these spiritual grasses that can still grow.
"Hmph, you're lucky to have become a coach through the back door. Don't show up in front of me in the future, otherwise I won't hold back."
Tang Ming didn't say much, but picked up the withered spiritual grass on the ground, and then buried it in the soil.
"Sorry, we were greedy and made you suffer."
Having said that, the Qinglian spiritual power circulating in the body began to revive the spiritual grass. In just an instant, the spiritual grass that was not dead had already begun to glow with life.
"Grow well and strive to grow into a big tree in the sky."
After doing this, he looked at Zhu Yan again, "Originally I didn't want to use force with you, but now it seems that the disciples in the sect need a little discipline."
"You discipline me? No, who do you think you are? Do you know who my master is? He belongs to the sect..."
However, before Zhu Yan could finish his words, Tang Ming's sword energy had already stabbed his throat with lightning speed.
"Buzz!"
The sound of the sword sounded, and a green sword energy was pointed at his throat. It was only a centimeter away from him, which was enough to seal his throat.
Such rapid speed made Zhu Yan freeze on the spot. Perhaps he never expected that Tang Ming could control such a powerful sword energy.
"Now, are you going to continue to trample these precious spiritual herbs?"
The cold voice penetrated the ears of countless disciples and caused them to stop what they were doing. After all, being able to point the sword blade at Zhu Yan's throat meant that the opponent had the means to kill him with one strike. If he didn't stop, he might The next sword was pointed at his own throat.
Zhu Yan was just about to move, but the sword energy that followed came closer, and he saw that his throat had been pierced, and bright red blood was flowing out.
"You want to kill your fellow sect? You are committing a serious crime of treason. Even the Holy Son cannot save your life!" Zhu Yan's eyes were obviously frightened. After all, Tang Ming had just returned from a war. Who I don't know about his reputation, but to be able to come back alive from Duan Potian's hands is obviously not an ordinary person.
"I never wanted to point the sword at my fellow disciples, but your actions will completely trample on my bottom line." Tang Ming's voice suddenly sounded.
Seeing that an inevitable battle was about to happen, the disciples on the side also hurriedly found someone to stop it.
Not for a while.
Ye Yuntian came over in a hurry, "Tang Ming, don't kill him!"
Hearing someone stop him, Tang Ming walked down the slope and retracted his sword energy.
"What happened? Why did you do it?"
"You'll know if you see it for yourself."
When Ye Yuntian looked at the medicinal field in front of him that had been cleansed by the scourge, his expression changed instantly, "Who allowed you to pick the medicinal field privately? Don't you know this is the foundation of the clan?"
Listening to the Holy Son's question, Zhu Yan was not afraid at all, "This is an order from my master, Old Man Yao Bo. As the leader of the Martial Arts Holy Land, he is originally in charge of the affairs of the Medicine Refining Pavilion. He collects medicinal materials and returns them." Do I need to ask you some questions?"
"Old Yao Bo? The best alchemy master in the southeast. I heard that he is good at calculations. That old man is actually your master. You are really full of talents." Tang Ming couldn't help but sneer.
Ye Yuntian couldn't help but cover his forehead and said bitterly: "There is no way, there are birds in any forest as big as the trees are."
"Go and ask this old Yao Bo, what is the meaning of collecting medicinal herbs privately." After Tang Ming said that, he turned and left.
Ye Yuntian pointed at the group of disciples and cursed angrily: "Leave them all alone, what are you doing? We haven't started a war yet, so we have to divide the property, right?"
When the disciples who were picking saw this, they had no choice but to put down the spiritual herbs in their hands. After all, the Holy Son had spoken, and they could only obey his orders.
However, just as the two left, Zhu Yan said: "Ye Yuntian, stop showing off your power. When we get to the negotiation table, you, the Holy Son, will probably not be far away from your seat. After all, you have always advocated the main battle. The guys you send are not conducive to the development of the sect.”
Hearing the voice behind him, Ye Yuntian just replied suddenly: "I don't need you to tell me, just take care of yourself."
Medicine Refining Pavilion, main hall.
This is the place where Old Man Yaopu rests on weekdays, but today, he welcomed a guest.
He is Xuan Xiaozi who has never returned to the clan.
"I heard that you have fought against Duan Po Tian. How is that guy's strength?" Old Man Yaopu brought over a cup of tea.
Xuan Xiaozi, however, did not drink freely, but placed it on the table. His tone was a bit cold, "Let's not talk about him first. I heard that you ordered to pick all the spiritual herbs in the medicinal fields. What do you want? ?”
Old Man Yaopu's brows turned slightly, he also put down his tea cup, and sighed slowly, "You also know that the devil has been rampant recently, and countless disciples will be killed or injured once a war starts. The medicinal materials need to be replenished as soon as possible. I am doing this for the follow-up. It can treat the disciple’s injuries as soon as possible.”
But such a lie obviously couldn't escape Xuan Xiaozi's senses. "I'm afraid the collection of spiritual herbs is not to treat the injuries of martial arts disciples, but to protect my own relatives, right?"
Once a war breaks out, injured disciples need to line up for treatment. If there are too many wounded, medicinal materials may not be supplied. By then, some disciples with no status will die because there is no medical treatment.
"There are tens of thousands of martial arts disciples, and not all of them can receive treatment. Even if I protect the disciples of my own lineage, even if it is out of selfish motives, I won't be accused." Old Yao Pu seemed confident.
After all, this is something that everyone confesses. Even if a disciple without background is injured, he may not be able to receive treatment immediately.
So this is why many monks have a high probability of death after being injured.
Mastering the spiritual grass controls the lives of most disciples. With this trump card in hand, Yao Bo has room for negotiation.
Because he himself is not a militant. If peace talks can be made, there will be no need to waste the lives of his disciples. He does this out of selfishness and to avoid a war.
"You want to negotiate peace, but will Zhou Gutong agree?"
"Don't forget, the price of peace talks with the devil is to hand over Tang Ming."
Xuan Xiaozi's sudden voice sounded.
Maybe others didn't know what the demonic ways wanted Tang Ming to do, but he knew very well that those demonic ways were for the fairy sword in Tang Ming's hand.
While the two were talking, the disciple beside them also hurriedly said: "The two masters, Elder Tang Ming, and the Holy Son Ye Yuntian are asking for an audience."
"Alas...what was supposed to come has come."
