The things in the Treasure Pavilion are really not covered, just by looking at the color of those medicinal materials, you know that it is not ordinary.

Ye Zheng looked at the intermediate medicinal materials in the treasure bag and was very satisfied. With these medicinal herbs, even if he only had half a Parallel Fire Lotus, his promotion would be much easier.

Ye Zheng left the Treasure Pavilion contentedly, holding the little donkey he was riding when he went down the mountain, ready to return to the sect.

One person and one donkey walked out of Fuyun Town leisurely, walking on the rugged path back to the mountain gate.

Looking down at the path overgrown with weeds, Ye Zheng couldn't help but sigh.

I think that when the Wanhua Sect was prosperous, even the mountain road leading to the Wanhua Sect was paved with jade, but who would have thought that it had only been a thousand years, and his Wanhua Sect was turned into that by the disciples and grandchildren of those losers. The treasures in the sect are gone, and the valuable things on the road are also robbed and stolen.

The more Ye Zheng thought about it, the more sad he felt. He was angry for a moment, picked up a small pebble directly from the ground and threw it casually, but who knew that there was a cry of pain not far away.

"That person who doesn't have long eyes, how dare you throw stones at my uncle?" A disciple dressed in a Baiguanmen costume walked out from behind a tree with his head covered, followed by a dozen people dressed like him.

"Senior brother, look, the person we were waiting for has arrived." A man with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks next to him pointed at Ye Zheng and shouted.

"Haha, it's really like what the man said, you really went down the mountain." The man who had been stoned chuckled and walked over.

Ye Zheng listened to their conversation and heard a little bit of the doorway. However, he didn't ask directly, but looked at these people with a calm look and said, "Are you like one by one, or together?" ”

"Yo, boy, you're pretty crazy. But a beginner monk in the early stage of Jindan still dares to shout in front of us people? Let me tell you, a few of us, any one of us can absolutely crush you. ”

"Really? Then give it a try. Ye Zheng glanced at the cultivation of these people, a few Jindan mid-stage, and a few Jindan early-stage high-level Great Perfection, just looking at He's cultivation, it was indeed stronger than his body. But what they don't know is that he's no longer the same piece of waste he used to be.

"If you want to go up, hurry up, I still have to go up the mountain." Ye Zheng said impatiently. On this day, several groups of people came to Baiguanmen alone, and they were not tired, but he still felt annoyed.

"Boy, if you can die in our hands, it can also be regarded as your creation, and the juniors and disciples will fight quickly!"

More than a dozen people rushed towards Ye Zheng as soon as they gave the order.

Ye Zheng pulled the donkey back unhurriedly, and he stood in front of him, stretching out his hand unhurriedly. I saw a pure spiritual power condensed in his palm, and the spiritual power gathered more and more, and soon formed a whirlpool.

"Senior brother, this is not the cultivation of Jindan at all!"

"Damn, we've been deceived!"

Before they could say more, the spiritual power vortex pushed out towards the dozen or so people in front of them. Before those people's bodies touched Ye Zheng, they were twisted into pulppieces by this stirring spiritual power. When there was still the last person left, Ye Zheng deliberately slowed down, and the man couldn't help but retreat in fright.

"Tell me, who sent you the letter?" Ye Zheng asked in a deep voice as he walked forward.

"I ...... I said, you ...... Not ...... Don't kill me? ”

"Speak quickly!" He hated it when someone negotiated terms with him, especially since that person didn't have the qualifications at all.