The underground world was far bigger than Yang Cheng thought, and it took more than four hours to finally walk through the labyrinthine tunnel.

The moment she walked out of the tunnel, Shan Mei's face became a little ugly: "Master, I smell a strong smell of blood." ”

Shanmei has a strong perception of the smell of blood, and she can smell it when Yang Cheng killed the boss of Hongmen for so long before. Yang Cheng and the others were convinced of Shanmei's words, could it be that there was someone fighting ahead?

If there really is someone fighting, it must be that other sects have already found the temple! Maybe you've already found a treasure and started looting!

Yang Cheng raised his eyebrows, he touched Shan Mei's head and asked, "Shan Sister, can you tell where that smell of blood came from?" ”

The mountain girl raised her hand and pointed to the east and whispered, "That's over there." ”

"Let's go over and see." Yang Cheng raised his head and headed straight to the east.

Chen Qingzhi and Ye Yanbing followed behind and headed towards the east together.

………

Outside a palace tens of meters high and made entirely of gold.

More than ten corpses were lying in a pool of blood, and next to the corpses, hundreds of people drew their swords and crossbows and began to confront each other, these hundreds of people came from three different sects, namely the Kunlun faction, the Hengshan faction, and the Shaolin Temple!

The head of the Hengshan faction held the sword in one hand, and asked with a pale face: "Dragon Venerable, Tiger Venerable, there are more good things in the temple that you don't want to take, what are you spending with us here!" ”

The Tiger Venerable sneered and said, "The thousand-year-old spirit grass is so rare, if you want our Kunlun faction to let it go, there is no way!" I advise you to leave quickly, if there is a real fight, our Kunlun faction will win! ”

"Amitabha." The abbot of Shaolin Temple, Xuankong, stood up, his eyes were half-open, his hands were folded on his chest, and he said lightly: "Two, can you give this spiritual grass to the poor monk, and the Shaolin Temple will be grateful in the future." ”

The heads of the three sects refused to back down half a step, which shows how precious this spiritual grass is!

On the other side, under the guidance of the mountain girl, everyone also came to the outside of the temple.

Yo!

So many people have already come!

Looking at the hundred or so people facing each other outside the temple, Yang Cheng was a little surprised. The underground labyrinth was so complicated that it took them more than four hours to get out, but they didn't expect so many people to come outside the temple in advance.

It seems that these sects still know a lot about the small world of Kunlun before!

"Xiao Chengzi, they are fighting for a spirit grass." The priest's voice sounded with some excitement: "That spirit grass is at least three thousand years old, if you can capture it and use it to the limit, it won't be long before you can reach the peak of foundation building!" ”

Millennial Spirit Grass!?

Reach the pinnacle of foundation building in a fast time!?

Yang Cheng's pupils shrank, and he had secretly made up his mind to take down this spirit grass! He strolled towards the front, a smile on his face, "I didn't expect you to come so quickly, and I've already found a spirit grass." ”

The sound was not loud, but it reached the ears of everyone in the three sects.

The heads of the three sects saw Yang Cheng and the others strolling over, and their eyes were a little cold. There is another strong person to join, it seems that it is a little difficult to get this spirit grass!

Venerable Long turned around and said coldly: "Yang Daoyou, don't you also want a piece of the pie?" ”

The other two heads also looked at Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng was not in a hurry or impatient, and the smile on his face was undiminished: "I'm just here to see what the spirit grass in this small world looks like." ”

Ye Yanbing and Chen Qingzhi raised their eyebrows, according to their cognition. Yang Cheng is not so easy to let go of the genius treasure, is it really just to take a look?

The head of the Hengshan faction asked coldly: "Yang Daoyou, do you really just want to see it, or do you want to take it?" ”

The abbot of Xuankong still looked lazy: "Amitabha, Taoist friends can think about the consequences." ”

Venerable Long's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a threat in his tone: "Yang Daoyou, don't forget, out of the small world is the realm of my Kunlun faction. ”

The Kunlun faction, the Hengshan faction and the Shaolin Temple are all big sects on the rivers and lakes! The three sects together threaten people, and if they want to be someone else, I'm afraid they will run away a long time ago!

While speaking, Yang Cheng and the others had already come to the confrontation area.

In the middle of the confrontation between the three groups of people grew a dark green flower, the branches of which were the thickness of a human thumb, and the leaves that grew on both sides were fan-shaped, and from time to time there was a faint light.

"The Youtan Flower of the Yellow Order Three Grades!" The priest was a little surprised: "Xiaochengzi, hurry up and take a selfie with the altar flower!" ”

As Yang Cheng continued to get closer, the heads of the three sects had secretly used their spiritual power. As long as Yang Cheng made a move to snatch the flower, they would kill him as quickly as possible!

"Yang Daoyou!" The head of the Hengshan faction has poured spiritual power into the sword body, and the cultivation of the foundation building period has been released, and the robes are hung with a hunting sound. The tip of his sword pointed directly at Yang Cheng and shouted: "If you take another step, don't blame the old man for not being merciful!" ”

Seeing Yang Cheng's right hand put into his trouser pocket, Venerable Long's eyes condensed and he hurriedly shouted: "Yang Daoyou, don't deceive people too much!" ”

The Tiger Venerable was also ready for battle.

Yang Cheng unhurriedly took out the mobile phone from his pocket, he rolled his eyes and sneered: "I'll just touch the mobile phone and come out, see how scared you are, and the heads of the three major sects!?" ”

Cell phone?

Everyone present looked at Yang Cheng with a stunned gaze, and the abbot of Xuankong couldn't help but ask, "Yang Daoyou, what are you doing?" ”

"Take a group photo and send it to Moments."

Saying that, Yang Cheng had already finished taking a selfie with Youtanhua.

Picture... Post on Moments!?

Don't take a picture of the thousand-year-old spirit grass and send it to the circle of friends...

Looking at everyone's stunned expressions, Yang Cheng put away his mobile phone and replied: "I have more of this kind of thousand-year-old spirit grass, and it is still a low-level product, so I am not interested in competing with you." ”

Let's talk!

Yang Cheng led the three people behind him towards the temple.

In the face of the thousand-year-old spirit grass, he was unmoved, and the three sect masters were shocked! The thousand-year-old spirit grass that they desperately wanted to obtain had actually turned into a low-grade commodity in Yang Cheng's mouth!

Don't... Is Genmon real?

Only this explanation!

While the three major sects were still speculating, Yang Cheng had already taken Ye Yanbing and the others into the temple.

Chen Qingzhi, who was walking at the back of the crowd, couldn't help but ask: "Master, that spirit grass is not a mortal thing, why don't you want to take it?" ”

Ye Yanbing was also curious, in his cognition, Yang Cheng would definitely not let go of that spirit grass, it was too abnormal just now!

Yang Cheng replied with a sly smile on his face, "That spirit grass is already dying, and it's useless to ask for it. ”

Dying?

Ye Yanbing and Chen Qingzhi glanced at each other, just now they obviously felt the majestic vitality emanating from the spirit grass, how could this be dead?

Of course, they didn't know that the spirit grass was about to be sacrificed, and it wouldn't be long before the spirit grass would die after the sacrifice.

Yang Cheng was also not interested in fighting against the Three Great Sects for the sake of a dying spirit grass!