In terms of strength, the current Wang Qiang boasts that he will not be weaker than Hult, but Hult has been operating for so many years, and there must be a lot of hole cards and back hands. It's not hard to defeat him, but it's hard to kill or capture him alive.

In short, after the meeting, Wang Qiang led people to ambush directly on the mountainside.

The location where the ceremonial grass is located is on the top of this unknown mountain.

Of course, the ambush in advance didn't want Hot to escape in advance, Tianling grass was of course very important, but Wang Qiang knew that his purpose this time was to catch Hoth.

Those masters on the top of the mountain are already a little ready to move at this time, but they will not make a move easily, everyone wants to be a fisherman, and no one wants to be picked up by others by others.

However, at this time, there is not much time for Tianling grass to mature, and the dark tide hidden under this peace is becoming more and more turbulent.

"This Tianling grass grows in our Qingyun Gang's sphere of influence, and it should belong to us. An old man of the fifth level of demigod said.

The Qingyun Gang is a gang established in the Qingyun Mountain Range, and it usually doesn't do anything bad, it is a relatively low-key gang, generally speaking, the entire Qingyun Mountain Range is their territory by default, and those big forces generally do not appear in the Qingyun Mountain Range, so as not to cause misunderstanding.

As a force, the strength of the Qingyun Gang is still very strong, the gang leader is a demigod powerhouse, and there is also an elder who is also a demigod in the door.

"William's gang leader is not right, this Qingyun Mountain Range doesn't have the name of your Qingyun Gang written on it, why can't we come?" The one who spoke was also a demigod-level master.

"Lord Paul is right, this day Ling grass was discovered by my nephew, and I am not convinced by you to accept it like this!"

But it's all human beings who appear here.

Five hundred years of lifespan is a lot for a human powerhouse, but it is nothing for a master of other races.

The lifespan of the ninth-order elven clan is close to twenty thousand years, and the lifespan of five hundred years is not worth mentioning to them at all. The lifespan of five thousand years of human masters is too small compared to other races, but human masters emerge in an endless stream, and in the history of the Odora Continent, the strongest masters are almost all humans.

A big battle could break out on the top of the mountain at any time, and these people were unwilling to give up this Tianling grass.

After refining the Tianling grass, it can be drunk by three people, and its value far exceeds those divine weapons, so that these masters can also pull down their faces to snatch it.

"Well, how about dividing it equally after we have refined the potion?" Paul began.

"Hehe, Master Paul, we have a lot of people here, and there are only a few bottles of potion, how do you think we should divide them?" a middle-aged man sneered.

“。。。 Paul was silent for a moment, "Since everyone doesn't want to give up, let's wait!

After saying that, Paul just stared at the Tianling grass, which was not much longer than maturity.

"Hahaha!" suddenly came a rampant laugh in the distance.

"Since you don't want it, leave it to me!"

Hort descended directly to the top of the mountain with boundless momentum.

"Who is it?" the masters on the top of the mountain were vigilant, Holt's coercion was too strong, and they knew that Hult alone was definitely not an opponent.

But what they didn't know was that even if they were united, they were no match for Holt.

Wang Qiang and the others, who were halfway up the mountain, also became nervous when they heard Holt's voice.

"Is it Hult himself?" asked Wang Qiang nervously.

"It's him!" replied the Grand Sage of Anse at once.

"Okay, let him taste my awesomeness!" Wang Qiang snorted, "Array!"

And Holt, who was on the top of the mountain, looked at the vigilant crowd around him and smiled coldly: "What's the matter with the young people now? Don't you even know this seat?"

"This power ... You're the Holy Sect Master, Hoth?!!" Paul finally said through gritted teeth.

Among the people present, he was the oldest and the strongest one, and his strength at the eighth level of a demigod was almost the best in the audience.

"Hehe, it seems that there are still people who are sensible!"

"Be careful! It's a demon. The devil who kills people without blinking, kill him first, and the matter of Tianling grass will be talked about later, otherwise we will all die here!" Paul said with a solemn expression.

"I agree!" Qingyun Gang Leader stood by Paul's side, and the people of their older generation knew that Hoth, the leader of the Holy Sect, did all kinds of evil, or that he simply had no concept of good and evil.

With the words of the Qingyun gang leader, some people who were a little hesitant also immediately formed a team and stood behind Paul.

Hott sneered and looked at their union, and his heart was not shocked at all.

His strength is strong enough to defeat these chickens and dogs in front of him, if they can really join forces, Hult may be more serious, but the current situation is obvious, these people have their own thoughts, it is impossible to work together, and when they show their strength, these people will be in internal strife.

Hult had seen too many things like this, so he wasn't worried that he wouldn't be able to get the Celestial Grass.

"Buzz!"

A strange wave swept through everyone, making Holt's heart tremble, and he felt that something bad was about to appear.

"Hot, now, I want to see where you can escape!" Wang Qiang slowly walked up from the middle of the mountain.

Holding a stone knife in his hand, the momentum exuded from his body was not inferior to that of Hort.

"Which master is this?" the demigods present couldn't help but have such a question in their hearts.

"It's you! You're so strong now?!" Hult was shocked in his heart, for so many years, he had only lost to Wang Qiang, but that was Wang Qiang in the future.

Unexpectedly, more than two years have passed, and the ant has grown into a master that he can't ignore.

"Hult, give up!" the Grand Sage of Anse stepped out as well.

Hult's gaze froze, the Great Sage of Anse at this time was no longer inferior to him, and the experience in the Demon Realm made the Great Sage of Anse go further, and he was already on the same level as Hult.

"And me!" Ral appeared from the side, and the three of them formed horns to surround Hoth.

"Isn't this the Great Sage of Ans, there is another master!" The demigods standing on the top of the mountain trembled a little at this time, the strength of these people far surpassed them, and the aftermath of their battle was likely to affect them, and even though they were demigod masters, it was very likely that they would not be able to withstand such aftermath.

Some people have already retreated, and only a few people are still thinking about Tianling grass.