Spirit Planter

Under the leadership of the head of the Zhaoyang Sect, 100 people came. Compared with Yan Jinzhou and his dozen or so people, they are not a little bit more powerful.

Sang Baoqing pointed at the people in Yaoyue Pavilion, frowned tightly, and said angrily, "What do you mean?"

Ye Zhiyuan stepped forward and said, "You don't care what we mean, hand over our spiritual plant, otherwise all of you will come and go today."

When Sang Baoqing heard Ling Zhi, he felt guilty, and said lightly, "You are not old, and your tone is not young, so you want us to try it out?"

Ye Zhiyuan shouted, "Stop talking nonsense, and quickly hand over Lingzhi."

"I don't know what Lingzhi you're talking about." Sang Baoqing was stubborn, refusing to admit it, and thought to himself, anyway, you have no handle, what can you do to me?

"I don't know?" Ye Zhiyuan laughed sarcastically, "Your sect is shameless, you came here at night to steal the spiritual plants from our back mountain, and you stole not a single tree left, and you still don't admit it."

A stern look flashed in Sang Baoqing's eyes, "Don't be bloody, when did we steal your spiritual plants, we will plant them ourselves!"

Ye Zhiyuan looked at Sang Baoqing coldly, "Who cares about spitting blood at you, Sang Baoqing, there is only one chance, if you don't give it, we will be rude to you."

Sang Baoqing snorted coldly, "Hehe, you're welcome if you have the ability. Say it again, I don't know what Lingzhi you're talking about."

Yan Jinzhou suddenly said, "Look at my eyes, I know who stole it."

These words immediately hit the Qicun disciples of Zhaoyang Sect, and they reflexively looked into Yan Jinzhou's eyes, including the head of the sect, Jin Zefeng.

Then they saw a flash of light in Yan Jinzhou's eyes, and that light shot straight into their eyes, going deep into the soul world, with irresistible power.

The disciples of Zhaoyang Sect, including the sect master, are not as high as Yan Jinzhou. Yan Jinzhou's cultivation is on the fifth floor of the foundation building, and Jin Zefeng's cultivation is on the fourth floor of the foundation building.

So they all fell under Yan Jinzhou's soul-hunting technique.

Yan Jinzhou said in a calm tone, "Master Jin, do you know about the fact that your sect disciples stole our Yaoyue Pavilion Lingzhi?"

Jin Zefeng's eyes were in a trance, "I know, they came to report."

The onlookers were puzzled, "..." How could it be so easy to admit it now?

Yan Jinzhou thought to himself, it seems that the head didn't let them steal it, and asked, "Who came up with this idea?"

"Sang Baoqing." Jin Zefeng's soul world is being severely suppressed at the moment, and he is not under his own control. "He said that the head of Yaoyue Pavilion has returned, and he should be given a warning to let him know that the world of cultivation is not so easy to mess with." Yes, by the way, remind Yaoyue Pavilion that it's time for a decisive battle."

The surrounding audience, "..." It should be the other way around now, you have been given a slap in the face, right?

Yan Jinzhou smiled slightly, "Very well, which one of you is Lingzhi now?"

Sang Baoqing responded, "It's in my hands."

The onlookers were shocked, "..." They were controlled by Yan Jinzhou, how could this, this, this be possible?

Yan Jinzhou said slowly, "Give me the Lingzhi."

Sang Baoqing wanted to resist.

Yan Jinzhou hastily tightened Sang Baoqing's control, "Give me Lingzhi."

Only then did Sang Baoqing reluctantly hand over Lingzhi, Ye Zhiyuan took the storage bag over, and slapped Sang Baoqing angrily, severely wounding him.

Yan Jinzhou withdrew the soul-hunting technique, "You can wake up now."

The disciples of Zhongzhao Yangzong were at a loss, and muttered in a low voice, "I seemed to have fallen asleep suddenly just now."

"Me too, me too, suddenly I lost consciousness."

"What just happened?"

"..."

After hearing these words, everyone couldn't help but look at Yan Jinzhou. What did he do just now?

After hearing these words, Jin Zefeng was shocked, because he also felt the same, why did he suddenly fall asleep?

He moved his eyes and stared at Yan Jinzhou closely. Just now he told everyone to look into his eyes. Yes, the problem must be in his eyes!

"Yan Jinzhou, what did you do to us?"

Yan Jinzhou smiled slightly, "I didn't do anything, I just went back to our spiritual plant, Master Jin, are you still convinced?"

Sang Baoqing immediately searched the storage space with consciousness, and the storage bag containing the medicine Yuege Lingzhi disappeared. He was shocked, and a cold sweat broke out involuntarily.

When did he give the storage bag to Yuege?Why does he have no memory at all?

Jin Zefeng's eyes froze, and his anger rose, "Yan Jinzhou, are you cheating?" At the same time, he secretly sent a letter to the ancestor Jindan of the sect, asking him to help.

Yan Jinzhou was calm and composed, "I didn't, everyone is watching, my methods are aboveboard."

Jin Zefeng couldn't express his anger, and felt aggrieved, "You..."

Yan Jinzhou was too lazy to talk nonsense with Jin Zefeng, "Tell me, what is the decisive battle method? Hurry up, we have to go back to plant spiritual plants, and we don't have time to waste time here with you!"

Jin Zefeng's eyes were stained with anger, and the corners of his lips curled up coldly, "Hit!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the disciples of Zhaoyang Sect flew over to surround the disciples of Yaoyue Pavilion, staring at them with anger.

Yan Jinzhou folded his sleeves, picked up the teapot, and poured a cup of tea slowly, "I'll count to three, you're all going to fall, do you believe it?"

Jin Zefeng was slightly startled, but on second thought, if Yan Jinzhou really had such ability, he would have knocked them down long ago, so why waste time, "Just use what you have, don't say it's useless."

Yan Jinzhou slapped the table, and the water in the teacup was ejected. He operated the water method, mixed the water in the teacup with a bottle of highly poisonous panacea, and turned it into a layer of water mist, and then turned the spiritual power into A gust of wind blew this layer of water mist towards the people of Zhaoyang Sect.

He stretched out his hand and pointed out one finger, "One!" Two fingers, "Two!" Three fingers, "Three!"

Almost at the same time as his words fell, all the disciples of Zhaoyangzong fell to the ground.

Everyone in Yaoyue Pavilion, "..." Wow!Are they gods?It's a golden word, what you say is what you say.

The crowd around the audience, "..." What's going on?what's the situation?Really fell down?

Jin Zefeng knelt down on one knee and spat out a mouthful of black blood, "Yan Jinzhou, did you use poison?!"

Yan Jinzhou pretended to apologize, "I forgot to tell you, I am a pharmacist who also specializes in medicine and poison. In fact, I think spiritual poison is quite fun. Look at you, you don't need to fight, you have already lost."

Jin Zefeng was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of black blood, "Yan Jinzhou, you will pay the price!"

"The price?" Yan Jinzhou chuckled lightly, "Unfortunately, you are the ones to pay the price now, and one more thing, Master Jin, we have never provoked you Zhaoyang Sect from the beginning to the end, and you are all to blame for the current situation! "

At this moment, Yan Jinzhou was suddenly suffocated by a coercion, he flew away quickly, and at the same time used his spiritual power to roll up the disciples of Yaoyue Pavilion and flew away.

Qi Jue flew in front of them, blocking the pressure.

As soon as Yan Jinzhou flew away, there was a loud "boom" where he was sitting just now, and everything turned into powder.

If they hadn't dodged this, their Yaoyue Pavilion would have been wiped out on the spot.

Enough!

An old man dressed in brown and black flew down in front of everyone with a rainbow light. His gaze was like an eagle. If he stared at a monk for a while, the monk would probably vomit blood and be seriously injured on the spot. Don't dare to breathe freely.

Jin Zefeng was overjoyed, and said eagerly, "Patriarch, kill Yan Jinzhou quickly, he poisoned our disciples, and his methods are vicious, we must kill him."

The old man glanced at Jin Zefeng lightly, without showing any emotion, but everyone could see that there was nothing but disappointment in his eyes.

"Who is Yan Jinzhou?"

Yan Jinzhou straightened his clothes easily, "I am, what can I do for you?"

He still had the same attitude of Taishan collapsed in front of him without changing his face, gentle and gentle, as if nothing could break him.

The old man's eyes narrowed, and a cold light overflowed, "Are you poisoning the disciples of our sect?"

Yan Jinzhou activated all his spiritual power to resist the coercion, "Use it, your eyes are not working well, can't you see?" He pointed with his finger, "Some of them are dead."

As long as your sect has Golden Core cultivators, our sect doesn’t have one, but even if you don’t, don’t be afraid, he still has hundreds of Xuan-level formation talismans on him, and if you use it on this Golden Core cultivator, it will also consume him to death.

He never fights unprepared battles, and he has already figured out the details of Zhaoyangzong.

"You're looking for death!" The old man became angry, and immediately attacked Yan Jinzhou.

Qi Jue flew out to meet the enemy. He was also a Golden Core cultivator. The first time his spells collided, there was a loud noise.

The onlookers and the people from the Yaoyue Pavilion immediately retreated a hundred meters away. The Jindan cultivator's attack was comparable to the bombardment of a sky thunder on the ground.

After collisions of magic spells, spirit weapons, and spells, Zhaoyue Mountain was razed to a flatter ground, and the grass on the lawn was all reduced to ashes, becoming bare and lifeless.

Those disciples of Zhaoyang Sect who were not dead all looked at the old man of Jindan with bright eyes. As long as the old man of Jindan defeated Qi Jue, they would be able to flatten the Yaoyue Pavilion and make the small sect of Yaoyue Pavilion from Erase from this side of forces.

The imagination is beautiful, but the reality is very skinny. Qi Jue photographed the old man with golden core in the group of disciples who could only lie down, vomiting blood wildly.

Yan Jinzhou flew over, used the wood method, and swept away the vitality of the golden core old man.

Then the golden core old man turned into an old mummy under the eyes of everyone.

Everyone, "..."

Yan Jinzhou flew into the air, and said sternly and domineeringly, "In the name of the head of the Yaoyue Pavilion, I announce that you are limited to the Zhaoyang Sect to hand over all the belongings in the sect within three days. If Jin Zefeng committed suicide, the sect will be disbanded on the spot. If not, after three days, Yaoyue Pavilion will come to destroy the sect."

He needs Liwei!

Otherwise, the surrounding sects will think that Yaoyue Pavilion is easy to bully. This time, they must kill the chickens to make an example to the monkeys!

His anger dissipated, and his rationality returned. He suddenly remembered that Yan Jinzhou had a big sect with [-] to [-] disciples as his backer.

Jin Zefeng struggled in his eyes, calm, defeated, and desperate. Zhao Yangzong kicked the iron plate this time.

When the other disciples who hadn't breathed out heard this, their eyes darkened.

They never expected that they only stole the spiritual plant of Yaoyue Pavilion, and brought about the disaster of exterminating the clan. I really regret it!

The surrounding audience said, "..." Yan Jinzhou is too courageous, this is the style of a sect leader.

Suddenly someone said, "Master of Yaoyue Pavilion, you don't need many things from Zhaoyang Sect. Do you want to hold a gathering and sell things to those who need them?"