After a while, Wang Ting, the girl in green, woke up slowly, just opened her eyes, found herself lying on the ground, and quickly got up from the ground. But she felt that the spiritual power in her body couldn't be lifted, and she couldn't help but be shocked, she looked at Yang Mingyang and said in a panic: "What do you want to do?"

"I don't want to kill an unarmed woman, but I need a promise from you that you won't tell anyone what is going on here these days. Yang Mingyang said lightly.

"Aren't you afraid that I won't keep my promise?" Wang Ting asked rhetorically.

"I'm sure you'll keep your promise, but if I find out you're not keeping your word, I'll hunt you down. Yang Mingyang said categorically.

"I promise you, I won't tell anyone about all this, it's not that I'm afraid of you chasing and killing, but I'm grateful for your saving grace in the valley!"

After a long time, there was no movement, Wang Ting opened her eyes and found that there was no one in front of her, and at some point, the mana in her body could already operate freely. She looked at the place where Yang Mingyang had disappeared, and stood in a daze for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking, and after a long time, she sighed, turned around and left the place.

Leaving the valley where the Wu altar was located, Yang Mingyang flew to the battlefield where the two factions fought that day, and when he came to the battlefield, he saw that there was no one here, only devastation, proving that this place had experienced a fierce battle. There was no one on the battlefield, and even the remains of the fallen monks were taken away. Yang Mingyang didn't have the need to stay here, he immediately walked in the direction of the mine, and came to the entrance of the mine, where two Fengyun Sect disciples in the middle of Qi refining were guarding the door. Seeing Yang Mingyang coming, the two hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Hello senior brother, the sect master has an order, all the late-stage Qi refining cultivators should go to Lufuping, a hundred miles away in the southeast. "For Yang Mingyang's late return, the two monks didn't think it was strange, because of the fierce battle, it was very normal to be scattered or accidentally injured and cause a late return, just routinely conveying the sect master's order to Yang Mingyang.

"The sect master is here, do the two junior disciples know what the sect master told us to go to Lufuping?" What happened, the sect master actually came, Yang Mingyang was a little curious. One of the two mid-stage Qi refining Fengyun Sect disciples hurriedly said, "Senior brother, it's not that the junior disciples don't tell you the reason, it's that the sect only asked us to convey orders, and we don't know what's going on?"

Lufuping is a rare flat place in this mountainous area, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people to gather here. When Yang Mingyang arrived here, there were nearly 10,000 monks and individual service mortals sitting here, and these people were standing around. There was an open space in the middle, where a platform was temporarily erected, and there were more than twenty monks on the platform sitting opposite each other in two rows, Shangguan Fei, the sect master of Fengyun Sect, and several Jindan elders were sitting in a row to the southeast, and several Jindan monks from Baicaomen were sitting in a row in the northwest direction. Yang Mingyang found the location of the Fengyunmen monk, and after whispering hello to the senior brothers he knew, he had the opportunity to carefully check the people on the stage. At this glance, I couldn't help but be startled, there were more than 20 monks on the stage, almost all of them were monks and monks who couldn't see their cultivation, which meant that they were at least Jindan cultivators, and there were two people who emitted much higher coercion than Shangguan Fei, the sect master of Jindan in the later stage, and the two monks with the highest cultivation who couldn't see cultivation were sitting in the middle of the two rows of people, and the people next to them all showed respect when they talked to them. Among the monks who were in the same row as the elders of Fengyunmen, there were also some red-clothed monks in red robes, he knew that these were the monks of the Battle Banner Gate, and the female cultivator Hu Biyue, whom he and Duanmu Jiyue knew when they went to the Holy Buddha Temple, was the monk of the Battle Banner Gate. Seeing the few yellow-robed monks sitting side by side with the Baicaomen monks, Yang Mingyang's eyes immediately showed grief and anger, the texture and style of the yellow robes were exactly the same as the yellow cloth found in the ruins of Yangliu Village. He clenched his fists, eager to rush to the stage immediately and ask them the reason for the destruction of Yangliu Village, but reason told him that with the current strength of their Yangliu Five Elementary School, even if they found out the reason, they did not have the strength to do anything, and at this time, the desire to become stronger in his heart reached the extreme.

"What's the matter?" Wang Lu, who was standing next to him, noticed the abnormality of Yang Mingyang's expression and asked with concern. Yang Mingyang was suddenly awakened, and quickly put away his sad and indignant look, and reluctantly showed a smile: "It's nothing, I just remembered some of the past." Everyone has something in their hearts that they can't confide in others, and Wang Lu can also understand Yang Mingyang's mood at this time, just patted Yang Mingyang's shoulder, and said softly: "No matter what you want to do in the future, you can find someone to tell me that we are brothers who have fought together, and we can face difficulties together." Wang Lu's words were full of sincerity, which moved Yang Mingyang very much. Some people are together from time to time, but they can't be friends, and some people, although they only have a few interactions, can become brothers who give their backs to each other. He didn't speak, just held Wang Lu's hand and nodded heavily.

The two sides on stage have been talking about something, but obviously they don't want everyone in the audience to hear it, so they use prohibitions to separate the sounds. Yang Mingyang didn't know what was going on, so he asked Wang Lu beside him. As a disciple of Elder Jin Dan, Wang Lu had much more information in his hands than Yang Mingyang, and under his narration, Yang Mingyang understood the origin of this matter. It turned out that because of the distribution of interests, there were many contradictions among these ten major sects, and in order to protect their own interests or obtain more benefits, they formed two alliances headed by the Battle Banner Sect and the Hehuan Sect respectively. The top ten immortal cultivation sects are the ten most powerful forces in the immortal cultivation world, but the disparity in strength between them is still relatively strong, like Fengyunmen and Baicaomen belong to the existence of the marginal source among them, and the strongest cultivator is the late cultivation of Jindan, which is the weakest sect in the two alliances. Most of the other major sects have Yuan Infant Stage Monks, and the strongest Battle Banner Sect and Hehuan Sect have two Yuan Infant Monks, Guo Wenqun, the master of the Battle Banner Sect, and Zeng Jianhua, the sect master of the Hehuan Sect, who have even cultivated to the late Yuan Infant Stage. And now the two people in the center of the stage, one is the deputy head of the Battle Banner Sect, Chunhua, and the other is Liu Qinghu, the deputy head of the Hehuan Sect, they are both early Yuan Infant monks. And the reason why the Battle Banner Sect and the Hehuan Sect both sent Yuanying Monks here was to see that the two factions had fought a real fire, in order to preserve the strength of their alliance, and more importantly, to strive for more benefits for their own alliance, so the two major sects sent Yuanying Monks to mediate the disputes between the two factions, and at the same time discuss the distribution of this spiritual stone mine.

"Now it's okay, the two factions could have privately discussed the distribution plan of the spirit stone, but they had to fight, but now no matter how it is distributed, it is indispensable to let these two major sects get a piece of the pie. Wang Lu told Yang Mingyang the ins and outs of the matter, and added a sentence indignantly. Yang Mingyang listened on the sidelines, but he couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart, this Hehuan Sect is so powerful, and he doesn't know when the revenge of his village will be avenged. At this time, someone stood up, as if to announce something, and it seemed that the high-ranking monks on the stage had finally reached an agreement after some fierce consultations.