The thin old man smiled and said, "If you can't do it, then don't blame me for being rude, when I do it myself, it won't be something that can be sent away with just two million spirit stones." ”

The thin old man knew the situation of Baicaotang very well, and knew that there were only three elders in Baicaotang, Qinghe, Qingtian, and Qingsong, and his cultivation was much lower than himself, even if he went up together, he was not his opponent, and when he defeated them, he didn't blame himself for opening his mouth.

"Really? Then you can try it yourself. Qingfeng's eyes narrowed, and his gaze became colder.

Seeing that the people of Baicaotang refused to back down, the thin old man knew that if he didn't give them a little power, Baicaotang would not compromise easily, two million spirit stones was not a small amount, don't look at him as a late stage cultivator, but he had only accumulated hundreds of thousands of spirit stones in the past thousands of years, and if he could get two million spirit stones in Baicaotang this time, he would be completely developed.

The thin old man snorted and said, "I really don't shed tears when I don't see the coffin, since you take the initiative to find death, then I'll cut you first......"

He was only halfway through his words, and suddenly he felt a strong wind coming, no need to guess, it must have been the other party who made the first move, and the thin old man was not unprepared, so he leaned back, wanting to avoid the attack in front of him.

In the mind of the thin old man, he was a monk in the late stage of the merger, no matter how powerful the person on the other side was, it was impossible to exceed the middle stage of the merger, how could he not be able to avoid the attack of the other party?

As soon as the thin old man's dodging action was halfway through, he heard a crisp snap, and his face instantly swollen to half of the side, which was so hot that his eyes were full of pain.

How could it be? How dare he hit me in the face? How could he hit me? The thin old man looked at Qingfeng with his face in disbelief, and roared with red eyes: "You, you dare to hit me? I am a person sent by the Dan League, and you are looking for death." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Qingfeng slapped out again, and the other side of the thin old man's face instantly swollen. Now he finally reacted, if the first time he hit himself because of his own carelessness, the second time he was still hit under his full vigilance, this is the difference in strength, the only explanation is that the real strength of the other party is much more than himself.

This thin old man is also a monk who has been accumulating years, he will not be completely carried away by anger, he was beaten twice, he finally calmed down, and then he went to see Qingfeng's cultivation, and he had a different understanding, even he couldn't see through it, could it be that this person was in the tribulation period? He looked at Xuan'an and Xuantu behind Qingfeng again, obviously the disguise of a disciple of the sect, but the cultivation was in the early stage of integration, when did the strength of Baicaotang become so strong?

The Tribulation Period is the starting point for ordinary monks to transform into immortals, don't look at the gap with the Merge Period is just a realm, in fact, there is a world of difference between the two, not to mention anything else, just the Heavenly Dao aura contained in the Tribulation Period is not something that ordinary Merge Monks can resist.

As if to verify the other party's guess, Qingfeng's eyes narrowed, and he instantly released part of his momentum. Qingfeng only released some of the momentum of the catastrophe in a targeted manner, and the thin old man was like being struck by lightning, and his legs fell to the ground. He couldn't tell whether Qingfeng was in the early stage of the tribulation or the middle of the tribulation, or the late stage of the tribulation, but no matter what level, as long as the other party was in the tribulation period, it was not something he could provoke casually.

The thin old man stammered when he spoke, and said, "Cross...... Cross...... Cross...... Cross...... Who are you? How can there be a monk in the Hundred Grass Church?"

Seeing this thin old man paralyzed on the ground, he could barely speak, Xuantu's heart was extremely happy, and the humiliation of the year was finally recovered, without waiting for the head to speak, Xuantu said: "This is the third disciple of my ancestor Baicao Zhenren, and the current head of Baicao Hall, Uncle Qingfeng." ”

He remembered that six hundred years ago, the Dan League held a grand meeting, and Baicaotang sent a head of the early stage of distraction to participate, because the gap with the previous Baicao Zhenren was too big, and he specifically inquired about the situation of Baicaotang.

It is said that at that time, there were only three elders in the early stage of the merger in the Baicao Hall, Qinghe, Qingtian, and Qingsong, and the head of the early stage of distraction, Qingyun, was the only disciple of the Baicao Zhenren, and at that time he was already a monk in the middle stage of the merger, so he dared to be presumptuous in the Baicao Hall, and he didn't expect that the news was wrong, and there were two other disciples in the Baicao Zhenren.

The thin old man finally knew where he was wrong, he hadn't seen him for six hundred years, anything could happen, and now Baicaotang had the financial resources to build a teleportation array, if his strength couldn't keep up, how could he take care of such a large amount of wealth?

But anyway, when they came to Baicaotang, they represented the Dan League, they slapped themselves in the face, that is, they were slapping the face of the Dan League, no matter how powerful Baicaotang was, they didn't dare to kill the people of the Dan League directly, thinking of this, the thin old man was a little more bold and slowly stood up.

Qingfeng stared at him and said, "Do you still want two million spirit stones?"

It's all like this, what kind of spirit stone does he dare to hope for? But being slapped in the face like this, this is the first time he has encountered it in all these years. The thin old man was embarrassed and angry, and said inwardly: "It's not enough to kill people, my withered bamboo Danshi is also a well-known number one person in the Dan League, the head of Qingfeng, do you dare to go against the entire Dan League?"

Qingfeng looked at this withered bamboo pill master, and said with a smile: "Is the withered bamboo pill master? How can I ever insult you in Baicaotang? On the contrary, you accused Sang of scolding Huai, smashing dishes and plates, and finally blackmailing and blackmailing, it is really the wicked who sued first." ”

In the face of the coercion of the robbery monks, the withered bamboo Danshi couldn't help but sweat coldly, he represented the Dan League, if the other party did not play his cards according to common sense, and killed himself directly, even if the Dan League could avenge himself in the future, but people could not be resurrected after death, what good would it do to themselves? The hero does not suffer the immediate loss, or admit it.

The withered bamboo Danshi said, "Then what do you want?"

"Tell me the purpose of your visit, and then get out of here immediately, I don't welcome a shameless person like you in Baicaotang. The breeze said coldly.

Qingfeng's words were not merciless at all, and the withered bamboo Danshi's face was blue and red for a while, and he brewed for a long time, and finally said: "Half a year later, the Dan League will be held, and Baicaotang will be invited to send people to participate, I will wait for you in the Central Star City, and we will have a date later." ”

How complicated was the expression of the withered bamboo pill master, after finishing speaking, he glanced at Qingfeng again, and then walked out of the VIP room of Baicao Hall without looking back.