kingnovel Chapter 5 I Have Found You A Long Time Ago
Chapter 5 I Have Found You A Long Time Ago
Ye Zhao frowned. He came to Guiyuan Pavilion to buy exercises and improve the level of the Preaching Tower.
If you spend 5000 million spirit stones, you will get a [-]% discount, so you don't have to use it for nothing.
"Then help me with a batch of exercise secret books, and take fifty pure Yuan pills by the way."
Pure Yuan Pill can temper the spiritual roots of Taoists, and the spiritual roots of sect disciples are weak. This thing is helpful for their cultivation.
Although the price of pure Yuan Dan is high, it is only a small amount for the distinguished guests who have hedged 5000 million.
Without saying a word, Luo Qing asked the maid beside her to pack the things and handed them to him respectfully.
Before leaving, she grabbed Ye Zhao and told him kindly, "Senior, your recharge of 5000 million in the living room is too eye-catching. I am afraid that people will miss you when you go out. Why don't you send a few disciples in the cabinet to escort you?"
Ye Zhao yawned and declined her kindness. He is now at the ninth level of the Great Heaven, and he is only one step away from the Heavenly Man. Who can snatch something from him?
Swaggering all the way, he left Guiyuan Pavilion from the envious eyes of everyone, and came to an alley on the street.
The road ahead was a blocked alley, and murderous intent surged behind him, which were the tails that followed from Guiyuan Pavilion early.
The corners of his mouth curled up, his hands behind his back.
"I've spotted you guys a long time ago, so don't show up quickly!"
After the words fell, several black afterimages flashed in the alley, and several young men and women in blue and black costumes appeared.
The leading masked man laughed loudly, whipping a long whip in the air.
"Since you found out, I won't beat around the bush anymore."
"Hand over all your property, or you will never leave alive!"
Ye Zhao raised the corner of his mouth, and saw that there were nine youths following behind him, all of whom looked at death as if they were at home.
5000 million spirit stones is not a small sum in the entire continent.
He was not surprised at all that they were thinking of robbery.
But these people only have the strength of the fourth level of refining the void, and they are trying to stop him, a monk of the ninth level of the Great Heaven!
"Come with the sword!" He sternly snapped, and Zidian Leiguang Chuanhong swung around nine times, and slammed into his palm.
The divine sword Zisha attracted thunderous thunder, and the entire Xuanyang City trembled uncontrollably, and all the masters in the city felt the breath of masters.
He is a cultivator of Juntian Ninth Level who is two steps away from Heaven and Man but only one step away!
"Crack!" A thunderbolt fell in an instant, hitting the feet of ten young people.
Ye Zhao walked towards them, every step was accompanied by a thunderclap.
"With the strength of the few of you, you still want to stop me?" There was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, he stood on tiptoe, swung his sword lightly with one hand, and a purple lightning bolt struck across.
In an instant, it hit several young people.
The leading young man dodged in embarrassment, but the spiritual power of those behind him was slightly weaker, but with a light blow, they fell to the ground and vomited blood and died.
The cultivators in the city sensed the movement and came flying with their swords one after another. They happened to see Ye Zhao beheading nine cultivators at the fourth level of Void Refining Level with just one blow, only one was still alive.
Ye Zhao held the sword and walked towards the young man step by step, and this frightening figure appeared in the young man's pupils.
"You! Don't come here! I am a disciple of Nine Kills!"
"If you kill me, you, a casual cultivator, will definitely not be able to withstand the pursuit of the sect!"
Ye Zhao raised his brows, the Nine Kills Sect is the number one killer sect in the world of cultivating immortals in the mainland.
"Who told you that this seat is a casual cultivator?" He pressed Zisha's blade against his gate of life, scaring the young man's buttocks into yellow stains.
He flicked his sword lightly, scarlet blood spurted out, and the young man watched him fall to the ground in shock.
He stared coldly at the young man's gradually lax pupils, and said sonorously.
"Go to the underground and make it clear that this seat is not a casual cultivator, but this seat is the lord of the Tianhong Gate—Ye Zhao!"
As soon as the words fell, purple mist covered his palm, and the smoke dispersed, and Zisha was taken back.
The cultivators watching the theater nearby were shocked and couldn't help it.
Is it the Tianhong Gate that has fallen?
"Isn't their sect just a dozen disciples? The elders are all gone."
"Ye Zhao suffered from a bottleneck a few years ago, and was even seriously injured. How could he become the strongest of the Great Heaven Nine Layers in such a short period of time?"
"I also heard that their accounts are profit and loss, and they can't afford to open the sect!"
Their discussions fell into Ye Zhao's ears, but he didn't care.
In a continent where power is paramount, fists are the last word.
With a wave of his palm, the surrounding space distorted, a vortex of golden light appeared, and he left Xuanyang City with one step.
After only half a day of Yujian, he returned to the sect.
The sect was deserted, with few people, and there was not even a disciple guarding the gate.
Not surprisingly, more than a dozen disciples were all practicing under the preaching tower.
As soon as Yujian landed on the Preaching Tower, the disciples who were not in the Preaching Tower stood up and saluted one after another.
Ye Zhao waved his hand, "The Hundred Sects Conference is coming soon, you don't need to worry about etiquette, just practice more."
Hearing this, the disciples obediently sat under the pagoda and suddenly realized.
What I thought in my heart was that my suzerain had no airs at all, and was very friendly to them.
After looking around for a week, he finally found Yan Nansheng who was sweating profusely.
In less than a day, this kid has increased his realm by one level, and now he has reached the seventh level of concentration.
It seems to be a good seedling worth cultivating.
It took almost an incense stick of Yan Nansheng's epiphany before he noticed Ye Zhao who was waiting beside him.
He stood up in shock and saluted, "Master, you are back!"
Seeing his rapid progress, Ye Zhao certainly didn't take this little rule to heart.
"Oh, no problem."
He spread out his palms, and out of thin air, five porcelain jade bottles with red mouth plugs and excellent workmanship appeared.
In an instant, the whole pagoda was filled with medicinal fragrance, which attracted the attention of all the disciples in the field.
Yan Nansheng stared at the five porcelain vases in shock.
Before he was left from the family, he also took a lot of elixir and elixir, each of which was full of aura and fragrance.
But the medicinal fragrance of these porcelain bottles is actually several times higher than those!
"This is fifty pure yuan pills, which can temper your meridians and are very useful for your cultivation."
"From now on, for a period of one month, the disciples of my clan will be able to receive a Pure Yuan Pill every time they gain three realms."
Ye Zhao looked at Yan Nansheng, and put the five bottles in his arms.
"Nan Sheng, you are the eldest disciple, so you will be in charge of this matter."
After finishing speaking, he put the [-] practice manuals he brought back into the transmission tower in the air.
"Bang—" The preaching tower opened another five floors. After finishing all this, he turned and left Xiumu.
Thirteen disciples were left staring blankly.
That's fifty pure yuan pills!
The pure Yuan Dan of the eighth grade of the earth can temper the meridians, among the general sects and clans.
They are all swallowed by disciples with top talents, and one piece is worth [-] spirit stones, which is very valuable.
If the opportunity is good, it can even change the talent strength of the meridians!
Fifty coins, one person gets three or four coins on average.
The gifted disciples of the Wealthy Sect only get three or four coins a year.
But what the World Honored One said is one month!
What kind of economy can withstand such food!
Is this still their poor sect? !