Soon, the decrepit Pei Yongcai came to Zhang Yuanhao under the guidance of Wei Qiang.

"Bei Yongcai, what about your Yunling Sect master, why hasn't he come to the vein in the past few days, is it not that he has not taken this vein dispute to heart at all?"

Zhang Yuanhao turned his head, saw Bei Yongcai bent over his waist, looked flattering, and asked indifferently, the temperature of the air has dropped a lot.

"This ......"

Pei Yongcai's shriveled lips trembled for a while, and he hurriedly said: "Don't dare, Master Sumen, he really has something important, presumably Lord Zhang, you have also heard that the Sword Pavilion of Qiyuan City was slaughtered by a demon cultivator, and the master of my family is assisting in investigating the situation that night!"

Zhang Yuanhao nodded at this time and motioned for Bei Yongcai to leave, but his face was still gloomy as water.

"Master...... Why is the master so depressed, disciple ......"

Wei Qiang saw that Zhang Yuanhao's face was ugly, and asked cautiously.

It's just that before he finished speaking, Zhang Yuanhao looked at him coldly: "I have my own judgment in my heart, I don't need you to go around, and besides, it's best to put away your little abacus for me, don't think I don't know how many benefits of the Yunling Sect you have received these days!"

With that, he raised his sleeves and brushed his sleeves away, closing the door of the stone house, leaving Wei Qiang standing alone in place, his face was red and white, and a faint look of resentment flashed in his lowered eyes.

......

The next day, Su Yunling came to the mine and found Zhang Yuanhao.

"I wonder what Elder Zhang is looking for me?" Su Yunling smiled brightly, like an old chrysanthemum in full bloom, and her beard was cocked.

He hid in Qiyuan City this time, originally just afraid that the demon cultivator who had robbed the treasure house of the Yue Dao Sect would rob his own sect, but he didn't expect this person to be so bold that he even dared to rob the sword pavilion of the Yi Yan Sword Sect, and even slaughtered all the monks of the Yi Yan Sword Sect in the city.

But this also happened to be cheaper for him, he was a member of the secret peeping at that time, and he was also the most fierce one in the final treasure robbery, making a lot of money, so that he couldn't be happy in the past two days.

"Lord Sumen is very happy, right?" Zhang Yuanhao said with a smile, and there was a deep meaning in his words.

Seeing Zhang Yuanhao's expression, Su Yunling suddenly felt a sigh in his heart, but on the surface, he still asked quietly, "Why did Elder Zhang say this?"

Zhang Yuanhao's complexion instantly turned cold, and between the opening and closing of his eyes, there seemed to be a flash of gold, and he could only hear the sound of swishing, and there were several more wounds on the walls of the stone house that were several inches deep in an instant.

"Until now, you're not telling the truth!"

Zhang Yuanhao stepped forward, the golden scorpion blood flowed faintly in his body, and a brutal coercion was released, acting on Su Yunling in front of him, frightening his face pale and his lips trembling.

Zhang ...... Elder Zhang, I really don't know anything here!"

Su Yunling is worthy of being the master who wants money and does not want to die, but at this point, he is still a dead duck with a hard mouth, crying and saying with an old face.

If it was someone else, he might have really been blinded by him, but Zhang Yuanhao really knew what the person in front of him had done, and immediately snorted coldly: "Okay, then I'll prompt you!"

As he spoke, he took out a cyan crystal the thickness of a baby's arm from the storage ring between his fingers and threw it on the ground: "What is this?"

Seeing this, Su Yunling's face turned pale, and after a long time, he took a deep breath: "Elder Zhang, leave a way to live below, from now on, you are sixty percent, and I Yunlingmen is forty percent, how about it?"

"Seventy percent!"

Zhang Yuanhao smiled and said categorically.

Su Yunling's chest rose and fell, obviously doing a fierce ideological struggle, and after a long time, he said hatefully: "Seventy percent is seventy percent, I hope Elder Zhang you talk count!"

Zhang Yuanhao's expression softened at this time, and he said gently: "Of course, I have always believed in my word. ”

Immediately afterwards, the two had a good discussion about the next battle for ore veins, since Zhang Yuanhao already knew about the existence of the Ling Yuan Crystal associated mine, and had benefited from it, he would naturally try his best to protect the Yuan Ling Stone vein on it, which made Su Yunling breathe a sigh of relief.

The ten-day battle came as scheduled, and the battlefield was set up on an unnamed peak in the Lianheng Mountains, and each side only brought a few men and horses, but in order to allow the mining rights of the veins to be publicly transferred, the two sides also specially invited a respected foundation building realm to serve as a referee.

However, according to Su Yunling, they were originally going to invite the Qiyuan Town Guardian Monk, who was killed by Zhang Yuanhao's punch in the early stage of Zhuji, to serve as the referee, but they didn't expect him to die, so they had to retreat to the next best.

According to the rules agreed by both sides, each round each round sends a monk to fight on the top of the nameless mountain, except for not being able to break away from the top of the mountain, all means can be used, until one side breaks away from the top of the mountain or takes the initiative to admit defeat, and the winner of the three battles and two wins can get the mining right of the Yuanling stone vein.

The three Zhuji who fought on the side of Yunlingmen were Su Yunling, the master of Yunlingmen, Zhang Yuanhao, the elder of the Lingguang Sect, and Qiu Yang, the early stage of foundation building, and the three people who fought on the side of the Yue Dao Sect were Duan Qidao, the second sect leader of the Yue Dao Sect, Fang Kui, the elder of the Iron Corpse Sect, and Yu Jun, the elder of the Purple Copper Palace.

After some discussion, the order of the battle between the two sides was quickly determined. Zhang Yuanhao strode forward, stood in front of everyone, put his hands behind his back, and waited for the Yue Dao Sect side to come on the field without saying a word.

Sure enough, as Zhang Yuanhao expected, seeing that he was the first to play, Fang Kui of the Iron Corpse Sect laughed sadly, and then slowly stepped forward and stood on the opposite side of Zhang Yuanhao.

In the first game, Zhang Yuanhao fought against Fang Kui.

Everyone retreated dozens of feet away, both of them are the strongest people on both sides, and they are also the people who have pinned the greatest hopes, and the victory or defeat of the two sides almost depends on this one.

"Please!"

Zhang Yuanhao and Fang Kui bowed their hands at the same time, and then put on a posture.

The spiritual power shield stretched out in an instant, causing the air flow to roll, and the air waves were lined up in all directions, making the bodies of some juniors who came to watch the battle almost unstable.

Swish!

Zhang Yuanhao moved first, he opened his mouth and spewed out a bright sword qi, like a sharp Jin Ge, shooting towards Fang Kui suddenly, the fierce and incomparable sharp aura overflowed, almost stabbing people's eyes painfully, and the skin was like a needle prick.

Not good!

Fang Kui's face changed greatly, he didn't expect Zhang Yuanhao to be so fierce, this golden sword qi simply made him tremble, almost comparable to the full strength of a monk in the late stage of foundation building.

Syllable!

Fortunately, the two were far away, Fang Kui suddenly stepped on the ground, stepped on a boulder of equal height, and his body moved for a while, and he actually moved to the side, and a layer of gray corpse mist suddenly filled in front of him, and a bloated hideous iron corpse loomed in it.