Supreme Martial Artist

The entire pavilion is made of agarwood, exuding a light fragrance. Three large characters are engraved on the door plaque: Diling Pavilion.

Ye Xinghe smiled and said: "This is it!"

After saying that, he strode forward towards Diling Pavilion.

"stop!"

But as soon as he reached the door, a figure suddenly stood in front of him.

The person who spoke was a middle-aged guard with a strong build wearing black light armor.

He looked at Ye Xinghe coldly and asked, "Who are you?"

"This is the Diling Pavilion, strangers are not allowed to enter!"

Ye Xinghe turned his palm, showed the Diling Pavilion token, and said, "I'm here to buy something."

After the strong guard looked at the tokens, he frowned and looked at Ye Xinghe, and said doubtfully: "There are only ten tokens in Diling Pavilion."

"I have been guarding Diling Pavilion for ten years. Is there anyone who has a token that I haven't seen?"

"Little thief, tell me! Where did you steal this token?"

"steal?"

Ye Xinghe looked at him coldly and said calmly: "I, Ye Xinghe, need to steal something?"

"This token is a gift from the Heavenly Flame Palace, Wu Taishang!"

"Mrs. Wu?"

The sturdy guard sneered: "You're just a disciple in green robe, can Taishang Wu give you the token of Diling Pavilion?"

"If you don't tell the truth, I will cut off one of your arms and give you a long memory!"

Hearing this, Ye Xinghe sneered: "You are really blind!"

"An ant dares to threaten to cut off my arm, are you worthy of it?"

The burly guard looked furious and shouted: "You little bastard, your tone is not small!"

"I will teach you a lesson today and let you know what it means to be a man of heaven and earth!"

After saying that, he stretched out his hands, his majestic momentum suddenly rose, and he wanted to take action! Ye Xinghe frowned slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, which also activated the power of the divine power.

However, just as he was about to take action, an angry shout suddenly came from the pavilion.

"Who dares to act so arrogant in our Diling Pavilion!"

Hearing this, the strong guard looked shocked, quickly calmed down his momentum, turned his head and bowed in greeting.

At this time, a tall middle-aged man wearing a brocade purple robe strode out of the pavilion.

The purple-robed middle-aged man frowned slightly, glanced at the two of them coldly, and said in a cold voice: "What happened?"

The sturdy guard showed a flattering smile and said, "Deacon He, please calm down!"

"This is the little thief who stole my Diling Pavilion's token and tried to hide behind the scenes. The villain is about to teach him a lesson!"

The strong guard pointed at Ye Xinghe with a fierce look on his face.

Deacon He turned around and looked Ye Xinghe up and down.

He looked shocked, and suddenly remembered what the pavilion master said, a noble person would be coming today.

He Zhishi's expression suddenly changed and he quickly asked: "Excuse me, are you Ye Xinghe, Mr. Ye?"

Ye Xinghe nodded and said: "Not bad!"

"I am the chief of the Lower Yan Palace Tianwu Academy, Ye Xinghe."

After that, he handed the token in his hand to Deacon He.

Deacon He took the token anxiously, then looked at it carefully for a moment, nodded and said: "Not bad! It's a token from Taishang Wu!"

When the sturdy guard heard this, his face was full of shock and he murmured: "Isn't he a little thief?"

"presumptuous!"

Deacon He frowned, raised his hand, and slapped the strong guard hard on the face.

Snapped! This slap was done with full force! The guard who was slapped had stars in his eyes and blood from the corners of his mouth.

Deacon He said angrily: "You are a blind person who has been guarding the door for ten years and can't even recognize a person!"

"What's the use of keeping you!"

The strong guard was shocked and fell to his knees with a thud.

He kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Deacon He, I was wrong!"

"Please, for the sake of my ten years as a gatekeeper, please spare me this time!"

Deacon He snorted coldly: "What's the use of apologizing to me?"

Hearing this, the strong guard suddenly woke up and knelt down in front of Ye Xinghe, kowtowing frequently.

"Mr. Ye, I am blind and failed to recognize your identity."

"Please forgive me this time and spare my life!"

He was a frog in a well, and Ye Xinghe was too lazy to argue with him.

He glanced at the guard coldly and said in a deep voice: "Get out of here!"

Deacon He scolded angrily with a cold face: "Get out of here!"

"From today on, you will never use Diling Pavilion again!"

"You villain, get out of here!"

The strong guard quickly got up, rolled and ran away.

Then, Deacon He quickly turned around and said with a flattering smile: "Master Ye, please come with me."

Ye Xinghe nodded and followed Deacon He into the Diling Pavilion.

The pavilion is filled with gold and jade, and there are countless treasures.

There is also a fat young man and a thin young man in the hall, who are selecting treasures.

When the two heard the sound, they both turned to look.

When the two of them saw Ye Xinghe walking with Deacon He, they both looked puzzled, but didn't say much.

Under the gaze of the two people, Ye Xinghe and Deacon He walked to the hall and sat down.

Steward He poured tea and said, "Master Ye, the eighth-grade spiritual grass you want, Lulinggui Yuancao, is on the way now."

"The Pavilion Master will bring it back to you personally, it is absolutely foolproof."

Ye Xinghe cupped his hands and chuckled: "I'm really bothering the Pavilion Master. I wonder when the spiritual grass will arrive?"

Deacon He shook his head and said, "It can take as little as a few hours, or as long as a few days."

"How about the young master staying in the city now? If there is any news, I will inform the young master immediately."

Ye Xinghe nodded and said: "Thank you."

Deacon He returned the gift and wanted to send Ye Xinghe away.

At this moment, the obese young man came slowly and said with confusion: "Deacon He, did you just say that there is news about the eighth-grade spiritual grass?"

Deacon He's expression changed, and he smiled awkwardly and said, "Mr. Yan, there is indeed news about the eighth-grade spiritual grass."

"It's just that this spiritual grass has been decided by Mr. Ye."

"As for the spiritual grass you want, I know how to do it." Before he finished speaking, Mr. Yan snorted coldly: "What the hell Mr. Ye?"

"Tomorrow is my master's sixtieth birthday!"

"As early as half a month ago, I entrusted you with the Diling Pavilion to purchase a rare eighth-grade spiritual grass."

"Now that you have it, why don't you give it to me quickly!"

Deacon He had a troubled expression on his face and hesitantly said: "This" Ye Xinghe was not annoyed and raised his hands in a salute: "Brother Yan, it's not me who wants to steal love with a knife."

"It's just that I need this spiritual grass to save my sister's life, and I hope Brother Yan will bear the pain and part with me."

"I am an alchemist. How about giving me a spiritual elixir as a reward?"

Hearing this, Mr. Yan looked Ye Xinghe up and down, and then said with a smile: "My master is a seventh-grade alchemist, known as the Old Man of Holy Pills!"

"Even if you are an alchemist, what level can you be?"

Ye Xinghe said lightly: "I am already an eighth-grade alchemist."

Mr. Yan was stunned at first, then said angrily: "Little bastard, are you trying to make fun of me?"

"I will take away this spiritual grass today!"

"If you dare to stop me again, I will kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, murderous intent suddenly arose! Ye Xinghe frowned slightly and said in a cold voice: "I am giving you face by trying to persuade you."

"Don't be ungrateful!"

Then, a majestic momentum rose up!