Hear the words.
Cheng Buzheng glanced at the Spirit Beast Sect disciple, and then his magic power stirred up, and a line of magic power circled on his fingertips.
"You are all elite disciples of the major Immortal Sect. I believe that based on the experience of everyone here, you should be able to prove that I am not a disciple of the Demonic Sect!"
At the same time, he secretly muttered:
"If there weren't five monks present, I would definitely let you know how to respect a monk."
Cheng Buzheng was very disdainful of the arrogant tone of monk Spirit Beast Sect. He was constantly thinking about it in his heart, but there was no trace of strange expression on his face.
See this.
That Sword Cultivator glanced at everyone, then turned around and walked directly into Great Array.
Cheng Buzheng also discovered an interesting phenomenon.
The five people all glanced at Sword Cultivator out of the corner of their eyes, and did not look back until Sword Cultivator left.
And these five monks are from the Immortal Dao Sect Liuming Valley and Spirit Beast Sect respectively.
Spirit Beast Sect The young monk with a thin face is headed by him, who seems to be the core disciple of the sect. Behind him are two young monks who are probably elite disciples.
The other two were wearing blue robes, and their robe style should be that of Liuming Valley monks.
Immediately.
Wan Wenlei glanced at the Sword Cultivator out of the corner of his eye, then glanced at Cheng Buzheng and said;
"Fellow Daoist, should you join us in killing Demonic Sect disciples, or should you gather the medicine and leave directly!"
"However, we all distribute the spoils based on our efforts."
At the end of the sentence, Wan Wenlei's tone couldn't help but become a little scornful.
Hear the words.
Cheng Buzheng did not, and looked down upon this monk from the Spirit Beast Sect.
He knew that this was most likely a tactic used by the opponent to provoke him, and he just wanted to know what trump card he had. None of the monks who could break into this place were simple goods.
What's more, the other party is still an elite disciple of the Spirit Beast Sect, and he is definitely not an idiot. After all, an idiot would not survive until now, let alone a core disciple.
However, Cheng Buzheng saw the strange scene just now and guessed in his heart:
"It seems that everyone is very afraid of that Sword Cultivator. I wonder what happened before?"
"So much so that the five monks care so much about the attitude of Sword Cultivator."
Without waiting for Cheng Buzheng to reply, one of the two monks Liuming Valley, a monk with a round face, looked at Cheng Buzheng with a smile and said:
"Why don't you stay, fellow Daoist!"
"An Martial Brother, you are right, one more person means more strength."
The person who spoke was another monk Liuming Valley. His face was full of agreement and agreement.
Hear the words.
Cheng Buzheng knew, however, that the two monks Liuming Valley had more than simple intentions. The other party wanted to recruit them into the group to enhance their strength.
After all, Liuming Valley only has two monks. Adding him, there are three people, enough to compete with the monks of the Spirit Beast Sect.
"It seems that the two monks Liuming Valley are feeling very stressed now!"
Cheng Buzheng whispered to himself.
The three monks of the Spirit Beast Sect did not recruit themselves into the group. On the one hand, the core disciple had enough confidence in his own strength, but on the other hand, he wanted to force him to leave so that he could maintain the strength to crush the monks of Liuming Valley.
This was revealed when Wan Wenlei started talking, and what he said later had another meaning. If you want to join the hunting operation, you must use clever methods.
It can be seen that the core disciple of the Spirit Beast Sect can be said to be a deeply scheming person.
But Cheng Buzheng is not an easy character to get along with either.
In the blink of an eye, Cheng Buzheng deduced the general thoughts of the two teams through a short conversation and expressions.
See this.
Cheng Buzheng looked calm and smiled slightly;
"Then, it's better to obey your orders than to be respectful!"
"Thank you, fellow Daoists."
As expected.
"You can join if you want, but you have to show your skills, how about that?"
Wan Wenlei suddenly spoke up and stopped him.
"Fellow Daoist Wan, this is too much!"
The monk Liuming Valley, An Yi said with a steady expression;
"You Spirit Beast Sect monk came here and joined directly."
Cheng Buzheng had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, and it was just a deterrent, dispelling some of their unwanted thoughts, and making some preparations for the next step.
Even if An Yi speaks for him, he doesn't really believe that he is just a temporary weight brought by the other party.
At the same time, Cheng Buzheng also doesn't believe that a mere friendship can make the other person have a heart-to-heart relationship with him. This is the world of immortality, not a romantic drama. The main theme of the world of immortality is the weak and the strong.
Once you encounter a treasure or a crisis, you will definitely be thrown out as a victim.
"This statement makes sense!"
Cheng Buzheng clamped the pale golden Talisman in his sleeves, shook it towards Wan Wenlei and said:
"Am I strong enough now?"
"Talisman Treasure!"
Wan Wenlei's eyes shrank, and immediately his expression changed, with a warm smile on his face, and he said with a smile:
"Fellow Daoist, since we have such a precious treasure, of course we have the strength to join."
"Yes, with fellow Daoists joining us, it will be easier to kill those difficult characters."
An Yi on the side calmed down the shock in his heart and spoke quickly.
For a time, the atmosphere became very harmonious, and the chat box was slowly opened.
Then. Cheng Buzheng said with a smile;
"That Sword Cultivator from the Ancient Sword Sect looks very strong!"
"Yes, Ye Han's strength ranks among the top ten monks of Qi Refining Stage."
An Yi said with a heavy face:
"At least, I have never seen a monk who is stronger than him. Even the most powerful Martial Brother in our sect is still slightly inferior to him."
"Oh?"
Cheng Buzheng asked with curiosity:
"Where did this begin?"
"But we have to start from the beginning." An Yi said slowly.
"Want to hear the details!"
"First, it was me who came to this Spirit Herb Garden, and then it was the monk from the Spirit Beast Sect."
As he spoke, An Yi pointed to a young monk standing on the right side of Wan Wenlei and said:
"Not long after, a monk named Corpse Refining Sect appeared."
A Spirit Beast Sect monk with a dark complexion said quickly:
"Yes, I will join forces with this Martial Brother from Liuming Valley to fight against the Demonic Sect disciple."
"Unfortunately, two other monks from the Corpse Refining Sect arrived soon Spirit Herb Garden."
"Fortunately, Wan Martial Brother arrived in time and was able to barely resist it."
At the end of the sentence, a look of lingering fear appeared on his face.
"Not bad."
An Yi nodded solemnly and said:
"Corpse Refining Gate seems to regard this Spirit Herb Garden as a hunting ground, gathering here, and then five more disciples of Corpse Refining Gate came."
"There is no way for the few of us to escape from the battle."
"At this time, my two junior brothers also arrived."
"Not bad!"
Wan Wenlei nodded and said with a smile:
"Subsequently, Junior Brother Li and Junior Brother Ping also arrived."
At this time, Wan Wenlei is like the little brother next door, sunny and friendly.
"It shows this person's scheming, and we can also confirm that his previous words and expression are definitely his disguise."
Cheng Buzheng murmured secretly in his heart, and at the same time was wary of this scheming person.
"It is because of the arrival of several more Daoist friends that we can persist for a while and survive."
An Yi said in a low tone;
"However, more and more disciples of Corpse Refining Gate appeared, plus Iron Armored Corpse of Corpse Refining Gate, the seven of us were unable to compete. Soon Junior Brother Liu, and Junior Brother Lu of the Spirit Beast Sect couldn't resist and were killed."
"At this critical moment, Ancient Sword Sect Floating Cloud Sword Ye Han came to Spirit Herb Garden. It's a pity that the two of them did not persist until this time."
"Hey..."
The junior brother beside An Yi said with an excited face:
"Ye Han's strength is truly terrifying."
"No Iron Armored Corpse can resist the sword of Ye Han."
"With one sword and cold light in the Nineteen States, Floating Cloud Sword is truly worthy of its reputation."
His eyes were full of admiration.
"Of course, fellow Daoist's strength is no worse than Ye Han."
Wan Wenlei patted her without any trace, Cheng Buzheng's flattery.
Regarding this.
Cheng Buzheng smiled and shook his head. He knew the puppet's ultimate strength. Unless there were a few more Top-grade Magic Tools, it might be able to compare with Ye Han. Of course, this was without using Talisman Treasure.
After hearing this, Cheng Buzheng also roughly understood the whole story.
He also understood why An Yi wanted to recruit him. Although he did not elaborate on the period when he first entered Spirit Herb Garden, he understood that there must have been a fight in the middle, but it was broken because of the arrival of Corpse Refining Gate.
As a result, the two were forced to join forces. It was the monk who was worried about the Spirit Beast Sect and was afraid of settling the score later, which was why Cheng Buzheng ended up.
The monk Spirit Beast Sect did not reveal the beginning of the incident.
I guess they don't want him to make a choice now, after all, their attitude just now was not very friendly.
At this time, if Cheng Buzheng is asked to make a choice, the result may not be favorable to them.
As for the two sides not helping each other, unless you quit this Spirit Herb Garden, it is not so easy to be a fisherman.
The five monks were afraid of Ye Han, probably because they were afraid of his terrifying strength. Although Ye Han saved them, it also meant that he could kill them at any time.
This is the instinctive fear of the weak towards the strong.