Chapter 17: They Came with the Mysterious Sword

He is from the Danwang Sect.

Fang Yizhou, with his three disciples and twelve sword practitioners, came over in a mighty manner.

Compared with them, Li Yang and Zhuang Churan’s team seemed thin and pitiful.

Li Yang thought of something, and held Zhuang Churan’s hand and whispered: “Second Senior Sister, let’s do this…”

Zhuang Churan was stunned by what she said and blinked in confusion.

Soon they walked up to the front and the two teams collided.

Feng Yao was stunned for a moment, and whispered to the people around her, “It was the people from the Yufeng Sect who stole Senior Brother’s demon pill.”

Fang Yizhou disliked them even more.

After being driven back from Meteorite Valley last time, not only did he fail to obtain the Magic Demon Pill, he also wasted the spirit stones he had used to hire casual cultivators, and in the end he was scolded by his master.

When he saw them again, his eyes were filled with displeasure. He raised his head with his nose pointed upwards, and said in a very cold and hard tone, “This is the Medicine Stone Secret Realm. How come you two sword cultivators are here?”

Li Yang secretly pulled Zhuang Churan’s hand to prevent the second sister from running away when she wasn’t paying attention: “Does it have anything to do with you?”

But she still didn’t understand Zhuang Churan.

Although the woman was bellicosous and enjoyed fighting, most of the opponents she chose were high-powered sword cultivators who could compete with her, as well as the little darlings in the sect who would be with her on missions in the future. She did not like the powerless alchemy cultivators very much, and she did not even have the interest to fight with them.

Zhuang Churan lowered his eyelashes and stood obediently beside her, looking indescribably quiet and beautiful.

Precisely because she didn’t like beating up Dan cultivators, her reputation in Danwang Sect was actually pretty good, and she was the type that could be provoked.

Fang Yizhou asked: “Did you pick all the spiritual plants around here?”

Li Yang pretended to be innocent: “What spiritual plant?”

Seeing this, his nostrils raised higher.

He said that the stupid sword cultivators of the Yufeng Sect could not possibly understand spiritual plants. How could they be so precise in only leaving the poisonous spiritual plants unpicked? Someone must have picked them before them.

These two people are probably the kind of idiots who walked into the wrong secret realm.

After all, I heard that there is a disciple named Lin Ya in the Yufeng Sect who often accidentally goes to the wrong secret realm.

Feng Yao noticed a little red hidden behind Li Yang, her eyes lit up, and she pretended to be calm: “What’s behind you?”

Li Yang tilted her head, deliberately showing a panic expression, took two steps back and blocked the snake fruit tightly: “Nothing… Nothing…”

The fruit blocked it, but the enchanting red light emanating from the Snake Fruit could not be blocked.

From a distance, the red light is extremely tempting.

Those spiritual plants that can emit such dazzling light are often rare.

Fang Yizhou looked at her alert expression, curled his lips in mockery, and whispered to the sword cultivator behind him: “You two should go together to grab the spiritual plants later.”

The number one tool, the swordsman, hesitated: “Not good…”

The swordsman number two was horrified: “That’s Zhuang Churan…”

In the sword cultivation circle, Zhuang Churan has a terrible reputation.

Fang Yizhou said disdainfully: “He is just a sword cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core. No matter how powerful he is, he can’t beat so many of us. You don’t have to be afraid of the rest of the people in the Yufeng Sect except Lou Qi. After the matter is done, I will give each of you a medium-grade Soul-Restoring Pill.”

If a mid-grade elixir is sold, it can easily fetch thousands of spirit stones.

A few people looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and realized that wealth and honor must be achieved through risk.

He is coming, he is coming, they are coming with the black sword.

Li Yang pricked up her ears alertly: “Fang Yizhou, what do you mean?”

He smiled, without even trying to argue, and ordered the casual cultivators like a superior: “Get started!”

Li Yang’s face turned pale. She raised her hands and two different spiritual powers condensed at the same time.

The ice spiritual root and the fire spiritual root together, a layer of mist appeared from under the girl.

Fang Yizhou was slightly stunned: “Dual spiritual roots?”

She can accurately control two spiritual powers at the same time. Her mental strength is very strong and her sea of ​​consciousness is wider than that of ordinary people. She is a good candidate to be an alchemy practitioner.

The fog spread and enveloped the surroundings.

More than ten sword cultivators walked in together.

After a while, the sound of fighting was heard from inside.

Li Yang took advantage of the thick fog to sneak between several sword cultivators, secretly stepped on one person’s foot, kicked another person’s butt, and then jumped onto a tree to hide.

“Who stepped on my shoe?”

“Damn it, look carefully, it’s me!”

“I can’t see clearly, so don’t make a fuss!”

More than a dozen sword cultivators were fighting in the thick fog.

She has the eyesight of a divine beast and can see more clearly than ordinary monks.

Li Yang saw Fang Yizhou’s face turn green.

In order to comfort him, the girl sat on the branch and swung her feet, while continuing to release the mist, she shouted loudly: “This spiritual plant is mine, no one can take it away.”

“If you dare to hit me, I will fight you.”

Sure enough, Fang Yizhou’s expression softened a little when he heard the news that she was beaten.

Feng Yao probably wanted to show off at this time, so she followed with a top-grade spiritual sword.

It was impossible to see people in the fog, which was getting thicker and thicker, so they could only rely on the red light to find the direction.

Li Yang pulled Zhuang Churan up and whispered, “With so many people here, is there no one who can think of using the wind spirit root to blow the mist?”

It seems that people from other sects are not very comfortable with controlling their spiritual roots.

In their eyes, spiritual roots are used for cultivation.

Unlike the Yufeng Sect, because there are few people and they are abnormal, spiritual roots are inseparable from life.

Bai Yu can use the wind spirit root to blow clothes, and Zhuang Churan can use the fire spirit root to roast chicken.

Feng Yao walked in tentatively while persuading them gently: “Two sisters, your Yufeng Sect doesn’t have any alchemy practitioners, so it’s useless to take the spiritual plants. Now that the Danwang Sect has asked for it, you won’t be able to sell the spiritual plants even if you take them. Why don’t you do us a favor and give them to us!”

Li Yang: “You wish.”

She patted her legs, rubbed her belly, punched the tree, and exclaimed, “What are you doing?”

“What a powerful boxing technique.”

“Don’t pull me, my spiritual plant, Second Senior Sister, help me!”

Zhuang Churan watched her acting, unable to restrain his mouth twitching.

Feng Yao had successfully walked in front of the spiritual plant without realizing it.

The round red fruit hangs high, charming and tempting.

She exclaimed, then cautiously reached out and poked it.

A sword light swept coldly towards her face.

She felt her hand sink, and when she lowered her head again, the Snake Fruit had fallen into her palm.

The center of the snake fruit was cut by the sword wind, and the bright red juice inside flowed all over Feng Yao’s hand.

Li Yang immediately grabbed Zhuang Churan’s hand and said, “Second Senior Sister, run!”

“?” Zhuang Churan wanted to say that there was no such thing as running in her life.

Just as he opened his mouth, a strong, dangerous and complex monster spiritual power appeared beside him.

She looked down and seemed to have seen something in the light of the Jinghong Sword. She was startled and without saying a word, she grabbed Li Yang, stepped on the Jinghong Sword, and ran faster than her.

Li Yang was like a little chicken being controlled: “???”

Where is the mad dog?

She also didn’t expect that the second senior sister who would rather die than escape in the book could run so fast.