Yihe Hall is worthy of being Yihe Hall, far from the gate, the strong smell of medicinal herbs came to his nose, which made Zheng Jia's throat a little itchy, but this did not prevent him from seeing a few scattered clansmen in the distance.

The purpose of the people who come here is nothing more than to collect the medicinal herbs they need. However, Ice Heart City suffered from the lack of an alchemist, so even if they got the herbs, they would concoct them into medicinal soup or grind them for external application, so that their medicinal properties were far less pure, thick, and mild than the pills refined from medicinal herbs.

"Why is he here?" Zheng Jia saw a man in black who was similar to himself coming out of a planting shed, the man's face was like yellow paper, his black hair was like a waterfall, and his eyes were full of exhaustion, as if he had been drained of his essence by something.

His name is Zheng Yuan, he is the eldest son of the second elder of the clan, the peak of the second mountain, in order to quickly advance to the third mountain, he carried out three days and three nights of retreat and cultivation, perhaps it was these three days of penance that made him mentally sluggish, so he came here to find medicinal materials to replenish the essence and spirit.

"Why do you care so much, as long as I find enough years of Soul Flower and Yang Cultivation Grass, I can go back to refining the elixir. Zheng Jia hated this person in his heart, the reason was very simple, in his previous life, he used coercion to force Zheng Yuan to hand over the best sword, and Zheng Yuan did not give in, so he ordered someone to beat his sister and brother.

Not only that, he can be described as arrogant and domineering in the inner clan, relying on his background to be not low, causing trouble everywhere, bullying men and women, even if the patriarch's grandson sees it, he doesn't dare to be too public. These are all small, and after the demon clan invaded, it was he who secretly opened the city gate, which made the entire city have a bloody disaster......

For this kind of black sheep, Zheng Jia can't wait to let him die now, so that the Zheng family can be peaceful as soon as possible.

Passing through several planting sheds, although there are a few living flowers and yang grass, the vintage is still unsatisfactory. When I passed through the seventh planting shed, I found myself in the same shed as Zheng Yuan.

"Bad luck!, how can you be in a planting shed with this little waste?" The two of them slowly searched for the medicinal herbs they wanted in each other's direction, and Zheng Yuan swept away, not very happy in his heart.

Just when the eyes of the two of them were all on the same Soul Flower, the two of them moved almost at the same time, Zheng Jia took a quick step to uproot it, and then took a few steps back, and pulled a little distance from Zheng Yuan to prevent him from snatching the medicinal herbs.

Soul Flower, as the name suggests, this flower can generate spiritual energy, and it can restore the spirit to the best state in a short time, so this thing is a necessary herb for Zheng Yuan.

"Give me the living soul flower!, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!" Zheng Yuan was really as arrogant as before, and when he saw Zheng Jia grabbing medicinal materials with him without knowing what to do, he scolded him at the moment and wanted to grab it.

The current Zheng Jia, although his status in the clan is far inferior to Zheng Yuan, but it is not difficult to test the strength of a single body, and it is not difficult to defeat Zheng Yuan at the peak of the second mountain with the strength of his first mountain.

A slap slapped away Zheng Yuan's thin palm, only to see Zheng Jia take a few steps back again, it's not that he didn't have the confidence to fight Zheng Yuan, it's just that he didn't want to destroy these medicinal materials when a battle broke out.

"Yihetang has a clear rule that medicinal herbs only belong to those who pick them first. What, do you want to break the rules?" Zheng Jia scolded Zheng Yuan in the same tone as the patriarch scolded the great elder.

As soon as these words came out, Zheng Yuan was stunned for a while, he was not afraid of the so-called clan rules, but Zheng Jia's words were a little penetrating, which made his spirit a little trance. In the next second, his eyes widened angrily, and his hands were flushed with pale yellow vitality, and he slapped his face with a palm wind.

A leap jumped behind Zheng Yuan, easily dodging the attack of that palm, Zheng Jia's eyes were full of fighting intent, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and said: "What? want to rely on force to obtain this life flower? Okay! I can let you get your wish, but there is no right for the weak to speak in this world, how about we make a bet?

When Zheng Yuan heard this, a layer of disdain appeared in his heart, and he thought to himself: "You are a clansman who has just come in from a foreign race, and you still dare to argue with me? I'm afraid that either your brain has fallen into the cesspool, or you can't think about it, right? Okay, if you want to play, I'll play with you!"

It was undoubtedly normal for him to have this thought. In terms of aura, Zheng Yuan is obviously several times stronger than Zheng Jia; in terms of age, Zheng Yuan is also seven or eight years older than Zheng Jia, and his combat experience is definitely much more than Zheng Jia; in terms of family status, Zheng Yuan is also much higher than Zheng Jia, and the martial arts and exercises he has come into contact with are by no means comparable to him.

Zheng Yuan thought of the above points, and he was bound to win! He could also take advantage of this opportunity to repair Zheng Jia.

"Let's go to the ring to fight, this living spirit grass is a bet, and the winner is qualified to have it, how?" Zheng Jia said easily, a sneer that was not easy to see on the corner of his mouth.

Zheng Yuan really agreed heartily, and the two walked out of the hall together, and soon after, after registering everything in the ring, they faced each other.

"Brother Yuan, then, I can just say that in the front, it is inevitable that you will be injured in the battle, and I hope you will find a good doctor to treat you!" Zheng Jia also learned the tone of the two thugs who went to Zheng Yuan's house to make trouble before, and let out cruel words.

"I'll call a doctor for you!" After speaking, Zheng Yuan kicked his feet and quickly swept towards Zheng Jia, ten fingers like ten sharp blades sliding towards Zheng Jia's chest.

Zheng Jia's feet slid across the ground, making a one-word horse movement, and the two fingers of his right hand were pinched into a sword trick, directly towards Zheng Yuan's abdomen.

Zheng Yuan's two "claws" were caught, but Zheng Jia's fingers were about to attack Zheng Yuan's body, and at that moment he withdrew the attack, his palm was close to his abdomen, and he caught one of Zheng Jia's fingers with the back of his hand......

Just this finger attack actually made Zheng Yuan, who had the strength of Erzhong Mountain, take seven or eight steps back again and again before he stabilized his body, and the back of his hand that blocked Zheng Jia's attack was directly punctured into an almost perfect circular wound, and the pain made him jump violently.

This move is the heavy of the four styles of priority among the four styles of pure yang swordsmanship that he taught Zheng Yuan. The heavy, can be attacked, defended, and straightforward, just the most straightforward blow shocked one of Zheng Yuan's hands numb.

A few days ago, Zheng Yuan also watched the battle between Zheng Jia and Zheng Kong. He believed that Zheng Jia's victory was purely achieved by Zheng Kong's own death. Zheng Yuan is different from Zheng Kong, his thirst for victory is too strong, and he will never lose face because of underestimating the enemy.

"It seems that Zheng Jia, this kid is still a bit genuine! Sure enough, he still can't be careless!" Zheng Yuan warned himself in his heart, looking at the young man in front of him, his originally cold and vicious eyes changed slightly.

"Nebula changes hands!" Zheng Jia remembered the martial arts he had learned in his previous life, although he had not practiced in this life, his proficiency was still undiminished. Under his feet, the breeze quickly swept towards Zheng Yuan not far away, and his hands were wrapped in white vitality.

Seeing that the distance between the two was less than half a meter, the two faced each other, Zheng Yuan endured the pain, and the vitality in his hand overflowed again, grabbing Zheng Jia.

Zheng Jia's speed was so fast that his hands could flash an afterimage, and he dodged Zheng Yuan's grasp at the moment, and his elbow was raised upward, hitting Zheng Yuan's jaw indeed.

Enduring the severe pain, Zheng Yuan kicked back with both hands and firmly clasped Zheng Jia's entire arm. Zheng Jia pulled his arm back, and Zheng Yuan fell forward due to his body, taking this opportunity, Zheng Jia used the tiger mouth of his other hand to push Zheng Yuan's jaw again, knocking it backwards, and Zheng Yuan let go of the hand that grabbed Zheng Jia because he lost his balance twice.

Fell to the ground, there was a sharp pain in his jaw and the back of his head, Zheng Yuan seemed to be about to explode, a carp stiffened, and immediately jumped up, just before his body could stand firmly, Zheng Jia slid over with an arrow, and hit his chest with two palms, knocking him to the ground again.

This time, Zheng Yuan was directly knocked out of the distance of eight or nine meters and almost fell out of the ring. It seems that Zheng Jia really intends not to let Zheng Yuan's face shine, which makes him so embarrassed.

"Admit defeat!" Zheng Jia's tone was full of coldness, and he slowly walked up to Zheng Yuan and said.

"You kid, what kind of martial arts do you use! The martial arts you use and use are definitely not from the family! Say, have you become a spy lackey of other families!" Zheng Yuan immediately got up, he already knew that he was no longer Zheng Jia's opponent, but the martial arts he used in battle were all unused by anyone in the family.

If it is really as Zheng Yuan said, then Zheng Jia may be punished by one of the most severe punishments in the clan - deboning and cutting the flesh! Becoming a spy lackey of other families is equivalent to betraying the family, and no family will be merciful to traitors.

"However, the premise is that it has to be like what you said!" Zheng Jia still said in the same tone as before: "If you don't admit defeat, get up, and let's have a good fight again." "For the person who let the demon clan enter the city gate, Zheng Jia can't wait to tear him up and feed him to the dogs.

He seemed to think of the beginning, the blood-red city, dyed half of the sky red, and the oblique light of the setting sun only added an indescribable sadness to this poignant scene.

"Okay, count you ruthless! I won't rob you of the Soul Flower, but you'd better not let me grab the handle! Otherwise, you will definitely regret coming to this world!" Zheng Yuan also put down the cruel words, stood up, and after dropping a word viciously, he left the ring without looking back.

In the early morning, the war zone was already scattered with people, and the people who were still exercising were all attracted by this scene and watched this amazing battle.

Zheng Jia took the Soul Flower and returned to Yihe Hall, and finally no one competed with him for medicinal materials, so he carefully searched for a hundred and twenty-year-old Yang Xiu Grass.

After Zheng Jia left Yihe Hall, the clansmen who watched the battle began to discuss. Among them, some say that Zheng Jia took the benefits of other families and became a lackey of other people's families, some say that Zheng Jia got an adventure and worshiped a powerful master, and some say that Zheng Jia's destiny is extraordinary, and his cultivation speed has become extremely fast, in short, rumors are spreading.

Take the Soul Flower and Yang Cultivation Grass, plant it in a flower pot at home, and wait for the day after tomorrow to buy the Soul Replenishing Grass to refine it into an elixir. After finishing these trivial things and tasting the porridge cooked by his mother herself, Zheng Jia walked towards Sima's house in a hurry......