Ye Yan has had a good life in the past two years, there are more and more spirit stones, and he is also very famous in the planting area, and he can be regarded as one of the well-known Linggu and sellers of the Yuekuo generation.

But Ye Yan's troubles and troubles are also increasing, and the tree is very popular, although Ye Yan is very low-key and careful, he is still remembered by some people with hot eyes.

In the early days, in the way of competing with the same sect, he taught a few monks who did not open their eyes and practiced qi, and Ye Yan made friends with several aunts and uncles in the foundation building period, and in the Crescent Sect, he could barely maintain it, and there were no disciples in the Qi training period to disturb, but Ye Yan also entered some, the eyes of the disciples of the foundation building period of the Crescent Sect.

In fact, not only the Crescent Sect, but also in many Xiuzhen sects, it is clearly stipulated that disciples are not allowed to fight, but in private they actually encourage disciples to fight, and practice the law of the law of the jungle, which not only stimulates each other to make progress together, but also enhances the strength of the sect.

Even in the future, you can go further on the road of cultivating the truth, and the only thing is that you don't have to die in the fight!

"Wine friends, are you all ready?"

To the west of Nanyue City, there is a medium-sized town thousands of miles away, and due to this year's drought, even the monks can't irrigate it! The harvest of the Spirit Valley is very small, and the price of the Spirit Valley that the little old man inquired about is three stories higher than the price given near Yuekuo, and this news also moved Ye Yan's heart.

"Ye Daoyou, don't worry, we have made two transactions with the largest Spirit Valley seller there, let's just wait to get the spirit stone!"

The little old man said confidently.

"Ma Daoyou!Is the news reliable?Will the kid surnamed Ye really pass by here?" A tall, thin man with dark skin, a long face, and a pair of eyes the size of mung beans, said with a grunt.

"Don't worry! Li Laosi, I've inquired about it, it was the guy from the Linggu store who drank too much and said it himself, and he couldn't be wrong. "The monk called Ma Daoyou was dressed in a gray robe, and his body was slightly fat, slightly shorter.

"By the way, I heard that this kid surnamed Ye is a person from the Crescent Moon Sect, I'm afraid!" said a monk who looked like an old woman, with an iron cane, and said in a sharp and hoarse voice.

"Cough, don't worry, the power of the Crescent Sect is great, how about the ability to wait for me to scatter the cultivation, after killing people and sharing the spirit stone treasure, we will leave, it's a big deal not to mix in this area!" The gray-robed Humpty Dumpty man who was called Ma Daoyou replied, obviously even thinking about the back road.

"I heard that the kid surnamed Ye is a monk in the Qi cultivation period of the Ninth Layer of Great Perfection, and he has a lot of money, so he must have some life-saving backhand, so you have to be more careful!" A middle-aged monk in a white robe dressed as a Confucian priest said, and he also held a white-clothed female monk in his arms.

"I'm afraid of him! There are five of us, three of us with nine layers, two from the eighth layer, and the nine layers are going to besiege the kid surnamed Ye, and the eighth layer is besieging the old wine head who is addicted to alcohol, hehe, hehe, it's not like he can catch it!" The black, thin and tall man who spoke before, and Li Laosi, who had mung bean eyes, said hehehe, he didn't take this murder and treasure snatching seriously at all.

This group of people has a total of five Qi cultivation period monks, all of them are casual cultivators, only one of them is slightly fat, the white-clothed female monk did not speak, looking at her obediently snuggled up, in the arms of the white-robed Confucian Sheng, it is obviously a husband and wife's double cultivation partner!

They have already been eyeing it, Ye Yan has been so wealthy during the Qi training period, and he has been coveting it for a long time, this time after many inquiries, he finally learned about this news from Ye Yan's trading Linggu Store this time.

There is also a good time to attack Ye Yan. That's why they united with this area, and the five more famous scattered cultivators were ready to attack Ye Yan on the way back to Yuekuo after the transaction was completed.

Judging from the verbal communication, they are already very familiar, and it should not be the first time they have done this together!

Ye Yan's eyes surged with murderous intent, his feet touched the ground, his body shook quickly, and he disappeared without a trace, and then appeared behind a black-robed old man, holding a golden long sword, dancing out of half a sword flower, stabbing towards the black-robed old man.

The black-robed old man, with a small turtle shell shield in front of him, flew up and down in front of him, and said, "It's good to come." Stepping back, with a flick of the sleeves of his robe, a disc-shaped attack weapon slashed towards Ye Yan's waist at great speed.

The disc magic weapon is fast, Ye Yan is faster, his body is like a ghost, swaying left and right, dodging the attack of the disc magic weapon, shaking the sleeve of his robe and a green flying sword, with a "Boom." The sound of breaking the sky attacked the black-robed old man.

Not far from Ye Yan, a middle-aged monk and the little old man were fighting, the little old man lifted the wine gourd and drank a sip of wine, opened his mouth and spit out, his hands formed a strange handprint, only to see the wine that was spit out, instantly like a rainstorm pear blossom, burst towards the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk had a paper fan in his hand, and when he saw the wine arrow shooting out, he spat out, "Big." The word, the paper fan came out of his hand, instantly became larger, and blocked in front of him.

The middle-aged monk, as soon as he blocked it, after the wine arrow, the little old man's fireball technique arrived again, only to see dozens of fireballs the size of bull's eyes, smashing towards the middle-aged monk with a stream of heat.

The middle-aged monk Shi, the water polo technique resisted, the collision of fire and water, there was a lot of explosion, and on the surface, it was impossible to tell the winner for a while.

Looking at Ye Yan again, the black-robed old man saw a green flying sword coming through the air, his face changed slightly, he didn't expect that Ye Yan's figure was so fast, and he could control the flying sword to attack him while dodging.

The black-robed old man gritted his teeth, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, "You forced me!" Shaking his hand again, a silver-white talisman was thrown into the air, only to see that on the talisman, there was a lightning mark, and the black-robed old man, with a pale face, was urging the talisman.

The green flying sword shot at the black-robed old man with a sound of breaking the sky, and collided with the turtle shell shield in front of him, sending out a "friction." After two impacts, the surface of the turtle shell was obviously disorganized.

At this time, the black-robed old man urged the talisman, and at the critical moment, he spit out a few mouthfuls of blood from the mouth that was shocked by the flying sword, gritted his teeth and continued to urge the talisman.

"It's late! Daoyou go all the way. A cold voice, like a ghostly envoy, reached the ears of the black-robed old man, announcing his death.

After Ye Yan used the flying sword, his posture did not listen at all, and when the green flying sword and the turtle shell shield were held, the golden sword in Ye Yan's hand spread out in the air, stabbing the chest and abdomen of the black-robed old man obliquely.

"Wow-" The black-robed old man screamed miserably, but he didn't expect that Ye Yan's body was too fast, and he was already close to his body, and there was no certain direction to be caught......

The black-robed old man said in a shocked hurry: "Fellow Daoists, slow down!"

"Poof!"

The golden long sword in Ye Yan's hand, without waiting for the old man to say anything, a sword stabbed the throat of the black-robed old man, piercing a blood hole!

In the midst of the bloody light, the black-robed old man's eyes widened, and he died tragically before he could even say a word.

And Ye Yan didn't even look at it, the person had already made a big spin, tiptoe a little to the ground, controlling the green flying sword, holding the golden long sword in his hand, and killing the little old man and the middle-aged monk's battle group.

The middle-aged monk was not far from Ye Yan's battle group, and the scene of Ye Yan killing the black-robed old man made his heart tremble, and he wanted to run away when he retracted his body, but the little old man also observed the battle situation on Ye Yan's side, his face was happy, and he fiercely entangled the middle-aged monk.

The little old man's face was ruthless, and he shook his hand and threw out dozens of talismans of various colors, on top of the talismans, the bursts of various small spells burst and covered the direction, the middle-aged monk, the middle-aged monk had never seen such a loser's play, one was not on guard, and was rubbed to the point by the small spell on the talisman.

But this also made him, his clothes were torn and embarrassed, and when he came back to his senses and wanted to run, Ye Yan had already rushed to block the way.

The middle-aged monk's face changed and he said in a trembling voice:

"Do you really want to kill them all?"

Ye Yan's face sank, and he said coldly:

"What were you thinking when you were killing people and taking treasures!"

Ye Yan didn't hesitate, the green flying sword in front of him, with a "whistling sound." "Shoot through the air at the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk, his face distorted, said sharply: "I will pull a cushion on my back when I die." After speaking, the paper fan magic weapon in front of him was mixed with small spells, and he beckoned a short flying fork magic weapon, all of which smashed into the little old man, with a desperate posture.

The little old man looked fierce, shocked for a moment, and couldn't help but dodge and get out of the way.

The middle-aged monk's face was happy, and with a little finger, the flying fork met behind him, and the flying sword that flew towards him wanted to run in the direction where the little old man got out of the way.

"Hmph. After a cold snort, I don't know when, a golden sword shadow had reached the middle-aged monk's chest and abdomen, and a "poof!" sound stabbed into the middle-aged monk's chest, shattering the internal organs.

The joy on the middle-aged monk's face had not yet faded, and with a trace of unwillingness, he died tragically with his mouth open.

"His stuff is yours, wine friend!"

Ye Yan put away the golden long sword, and said with a slightly pale face.

Then he walked to the side of the black-robed old man, and with a move of his hand, the storage bag and other items on the black-robed old man's waist were taken into Ye Yan's hand, and he picked up the silver-white talismans, disc magic weapons, and turtle shell shields that were about to be shattered that fell to the ground, and a fireball was thrown at the black-robed old man, and after a puff of black smoke, it turned into flying ashes.

The little old man was decisive for Ye Yan's killing, and when he was shocked, after hearing Ye Yan's words, he was stunned for a moment, and then his face changed to a look of ecstasy, and after collecting the things left by the middle-aged monk, it was also a fireball that was thrown on the corpse of the middle-aged monk, and he didn't even look at it, and walked towards Ye Yan!

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