Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

In the medicine garden, there is ample spiritual energy. In this ancient medicine field, even Nanlitian's largest spiritual vein, the density of spiritual energy is not half of that here.

Such a good place is enough to support the needs of a first-class sect for a hundred years.

In the past few days, everyone has been collecting elixir non-stop, swallowing all kinds of elixir into their stomachs without hesitation, refining them hastily, even though their mouths are busy chewing, their hands are still crazy pick.

But this medicine field is really too big, there are tens of thousands of years of medicine and fruit in front of it, and there is a terraced field at the end, and there is a large area on the hillside.

Everyone filled up dozens of storage bags, which were already full, and they couldn't take the rest with them.

So they had no choice but to refine it on the spot and eat as much as they could, otherwise it would be a waste.

After half a month like this, there are still several medicine fields with a radius of more than 100 feet on the hillside.

"We can't eat anymore. If we continue like this, our bodies will explode."

"Yes, the last storage bag is full, and I threw away some belongings, but it still can't fit."

"Yeah, it's a pity to stay here."

At this time, Ye Chen slowly soared into the sky, flew to the top of the mountain, stepped on the void, and made a series of handprints with both hands, and then a huge funnel appeared in the dantian, constantly absorbing the surrounding world's aura.

In less than ten breaths, a large field of medicine filled with aura was instantly desolate, and the elixir was completely drained of aura and withered.

Turning the kung fu to the maximum, now Ye Chen is like a machine devouring spiritual energy, until the last piece of medicine field is wiped out.

Ye Chen said: "Okay, it's time for us to go, there are still ten days left, we should speed up."

Such a reminder from him immediately brought everyone back to reality.

That's right, they still have to rush to participate in the battle for the Holy Land. They only had one month to go when they set off, and now more than half of the time has passed, they need to speed up.

By the time they left this ancient secret realm, everyone's strength had obviously improved a lot, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they had improved by leaps and bounds.

This time, Ye Chen directly sacrificed a semi-divine weapon flying sword. The flying sword quickly became larger, and the length increased to ten meters, and the width was one meter. Ten people stood on it, and it didn't look crowded.

The flying sword quickly raised its height, reached above the clouds, and then turned into a stream of light, rushing towards the Holy Land battlefield.

Everyone is eating the spiritual fruit on the flying sword, and they are constantly refining the power of the medicine to stabilize their own realm, but it will take some time.

Under the full speed of this semi-divine weapon, it took only seven days for everyone to arrive at the periphery of the holy land battlefield.

There is a high mountain in front of it, but the top of the mountain is very flat, there is a flat land with a radius of thousands of feet, as if it was cut off by someone.

A circle of buildings has been built around it, and above the dojo, there are several wide arenas.

The battle for the holy land is ahead.

On the outskirts of the holy peak, hundreds of monks have gathered. Among them are disciples from various sects, some hermit powerhouses, and some casual cultivators. Most of them are famous people.

At this time, all major sects have arrived at the dojo, except for the First Holy Land of course.

On the side of the Holy Land, only the Holy One and a Supreme Elder came, other than that, the seats were empty.

High-level officials from all major forces looked at each other, as if waiting quietly.

Among the crowd, a voice suddenly came out.

"The battle for the Holy Land is very close, why is the Holy Land still not coming? Could it be that we can't pick out outstanding disciples?"

The person who spoke was the master of Tianjian Pavilion.

Since what happened last time, he has been brooding about it, treating the Holy Land as an enemy. Although he didn't take any action on the surface, everyone knew it well behind the scenes.

As soon as this remark came out, many people started to burst into laughter.

"From my point of view, the Holy Land really can't pick out any outstanding disciples. Ever since Lan Yu fell into a slump, the Holy Land seems to be showing faint signs of decline."

The master of Wanshou Sect also echoed.

Ever since the eldest disciple Ye Ming was killed, the Wanshou Sect has been quite quiet, but this does not mean that they have given up their enmity with the Holy Land.

If they can't find an opportunity, they will give up. If they seize the opportunity, they can't wait to wipe out the whole family of the Holy Land, so as to relieve their hatred.

At this time, the face of the Holy One was a little heavy. Logically speaking, the departure was a month ahead of time, and the time was already very generous. How could it be delayed until now.

His eyes flickered, and he began to wonder if Ye Chen and the others encountered an accident on the road.

But even though his heart wavered a little, he remained calm, without the slightest expression fluctuation.

At this moment, the eyes of the saint suddenly lit up, because he received a message.

It was Kong Ling'er who had consumed a communication talisman and told him that he would be there in half an hour.

"Everyone, there are no disciples coming from the Holy Land so far. I'm afraid something unexpected happened on the way, why don't we let it go, how about we just treat it as the Holy Land and abstain?"

Following the voice, the owner of Tianjian Pavilion suddenly said such a sentence.

This sounds a bit excessive, but in this situation, anyone who knows the grievances between them will not be surprised.

"That's right, Ye Chen's child doesn't know the heights of the heavens and the earth, and Kong Ling'er is artificial by nature, and there are countless people who want to trouble them. In my opinion, there will be no people coming to the Holy Land."

The master of Wanshou Sect also echoed.

The senior leaders of other major sects kept silent and watched from the sidelines, and they did not want to join in at all.

"Wait a little longer, they will definitely come." Shengzun insisted.

"What if they don't come? What about you? The Holy Land is the most powerful force in Nanlitian, and taking the lead in wasting everyone's time, isn't that justified?"

The Holy One directly took out a bronze mirror from his pocket.

"This is the treasure of inheritance in the Holy Land, the Sacred Heart Mirror. If they don't come within an hour, I will voluntarily hand it over to Your Excellency."

Hearing this, Tianjiange and Wanshouzong smiled at the same time.

"Okay, I, Tianjiange, bet with the Zhenshan sword."

"My Myriad Beast Sect is betting on the green iron-eating beast."

Soon, a disciple presented an hourglass and started timing.

Everyone was shaking their heads, thinking that the Holy Land might be in trouble this time.

Moreover, the holy lord was also in a hurry to bet on the treasure inherited from the holy land, and he really lost his mind.

Everyone stared at the hourglass, and the scene suddenly fell silent.

However, when the hourglass was halfway through, a flying sword suddenly fell from the sky, and ten young men and women walked down.

It was Ye Chen and others who came to the Holy Lord.

"The disciple sees the Holy One."

Ten people bowed in unison to salute.

Seeing this scene, everyone in Tianjiange and Wanshouzong were all stunned, and their minds went blank for a while.