Huo Shangjun finally handed the brocade box he had received to Qin Yang with hatred.

Qin Yang found that Huo Shangjun had put all the spiritual resources together, and when he opened the brocade box, his eyes couldn't help but light up when he saw the treasures inside.

Looking at Qin Yang's appearance, he knew that Huo Shangjun really had a lot of treasures in his hands.

seems to be proud of his outstanding strength, and he didn't bother to light the beacon fire and hand over these things to the referee in advance, which is good, and Zhu Minglang took them all!

Huo Shangjun's last few words, Zhu Minglang naturally listened to them.

But he didn't think much of Huo Shangjun's opinion.

In fact, the most difficult thing to overcome in raising dragons is the problem of spiritual resources.

After this battle, he obtained a lot of spiritual resources, not to mention that Xiaobai still has the ability to reincarnate butterfly transformation, even if he doesn't, he can rely on money to smash all his three dragons to the monarch-level strength!

At that time, there is no need for the Sword Spirit Dragon to make a move, and there is no need to do it yourself, you can easily defeat this group of disciples!!

"He's not angry, monk over there, you've been watching for so long, do you really want to see this demon scrape away all of our spiritual resources?" Zhao Chen said to a young man in monk clothes standing on the edge.

The young man in monk's clothes had no intention of making a move since he climbed the mausoleum mountain.

He just watched quietly.

Although the Heavenly Curtain Sword also affected him.

But he didn't seem to be too affected.

As a disciple of the imperial family, Zhao Chen naturally knew that this monk was a strong man from the Haoqi Martial Sect Forest, and he was the chief disciple of one of the four major sect forests, Yang Hua, whose strength was unfathomable.

If he joined the siege at the beginning, Zhu Minglang would naturally not be able to gain an advantage.

"Rong Xiaosheng persuaded this benefactor?" said Yang Hua of the Haoqi Martial Sect.

"Haven't you seen what kind of person he is, what is there to persuade him to do it directly?" Zhao Chen said with some annoyance.

Yanghua walked towards Zhu Minglang, and saw that Zhu Minglang was adjusting his breath, but he was not in a hurry to make a move.

In fact, Zhao Chen, He Qingqian, Fu Xumei, and Ye Guang had not yet recovered from the powerful oppressive force of the Heavenly Curtain Sword, and they could only stand in place at the moment, breathing as slowly as possible.

It's Pu Hanrong, this person is a little weird, he is a dragon herder, but he hasn't summoned his dragon beast for a long time.

I don't know what awaits me.

"Why, you still want the little woman to take the lead?" At this time, He Qingqian said with some sarcasm.

"I still need some time. Pu Hanrong said.

"Could it be that your dragon beast is still taking a lunch break?" He Qingqian asked.

Pu Hanrong no longer answered, but his eyes were fixed on the place beyond the Ninth Army Tomb Mountain, as if waiting for something.

At this time, Yang Hua, the monk of the Haoqi Martial Sect, had already walked towards Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang could feel that the cultivation of this martial arts monk should be the highest among several people, and he was a low-ranking monarch-level powerhouse.

"I wish the donor, don't do everything too absolutely, why don't you stop here, let's take the brocade box separately?" Yang Hua said.

"Monk, why didn't you come up to ask me just now, but I saw that I had been fighting with others for a long time, and my breath was a little weaker, and I didn't expect a monk to be so cunning. Zhu Minglang said disdainfully.

Wen Mengru and Huo Shangjun, although both of them were defeated, they also fought head-to-head with themselves.

On the other hand, the monks of this martial sect and Pu Hanrong deliberately waited until Zhu Minglang's strong swords were over before they came up.

What kind of peacemaker does such a hypocritical person pretend to be?

"I wish the donor's strength is worthy of recognition, but your temperament and temper should still be changed, there is a sky outside the sky, do you really think that you are invincible in the world!" said Yang Hua, a monk of the Martial Sect.

"Monk, don't test my truth, be bold, come forward directly to fight with me, take out the courage that a mighty martial arts forest should have, don't be like a weasel, meaningless careful. Zhu Minglang said with a smile.

The monk Yanghua remained silent, but a resentment surged in his heart, and he was told that he was in his heart.

"I just want to simplify things, after all, if everyone can get the brocade box they want, why fight anymore, but since the donor is so stubborn and aggressive, the little monk has no choice but to take action. Yang Hua continued.

He Qing snorted coldly.

This monk is obviously taking advantage of the danger of others, and he has to say so righteous and awe-inspiring, and his hypocrisy is extreme.

It's nothing more than waiting for strong people like Wen Mengru and Huo Shangjun to go to the knife first, and then he will go up.

Disgust is disgust, He Qingqian didn't want the brocade box to be monopolized by Zhu Minglang alone, she pinched a few fire talismans again, stared at Zhu Minglang, and planned to find a good opportunity to throw it towards Zhu Minglang.

"Here, Zhu Minglang, I want to see how you resist!" At this time, Pu Hanrong had a smile on his face, and he looked at Zhu Minglang.

He Qingqian was a little confused, and looked at the broken Ninth Army Tomb Mountain in confusion, but saw that on the tomb mountain, a large blue-black fog was quickly drifting towards here.

The dense fog is getting closer and closer, and He Qingqian can finally see the creatures in the dense fog, which turned out to be one after another extremely large bee demons!!

The bee demons are so numerous that when they fly in the air, they are obscured like dark clouds.

It didn't take long for the army of bee demons to arrive at the mausoleum mountain, and a pair of dark eyes stared at Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang raised his head and looked at these controlled bee demon legions, he was a little surprised, no wonder Pu Hanrong had not made a move before, it turned out that he was calling these wild demons!

He seemed to be proficient in this magic technique, and all the bee demons in the bee demon lair near the banyan tree gathered here, and they circled to form a storm composed entirely of bee demons, and hung over the mausoleum mountain......

"That's right, Pu Gongzi, let's take down Zhu Minglang together!" said Yang Hua of the Haoqi Martial Sect.

The bee demons were densely packed, flapping their wings around Zhu Minglang, and the noisy sound alone was a headache, not to mention that these bee demons all carried poisonous stingers, even a dragon monarch could not withstand such a sting.

Zhu Minglang swung out his sword, and the sword qi swept through these bee demon swarms, and he saw hundreds of bee demons falling from the sky with different heads.

But the dying bee demon is only a small part of the entire bee demon army.

Several sky-breaking swords in a row, even though hundreds of bee demons died, they didn't see any reduction in the banyan bees.

Just as Zhu Minglang was about to perform a more powerful sword technique, the despicable warrior monk had already attacked.

Yanghua's fists and kicks were filled with a thick brown gas, which made every punch he threw like a torrent, surging and furious.