Demon Lord Forest, the dark bamboo forest is full of dangers.

As Zhu Tianpeng and Holy Son Junyu arrived, a cleared road could be seen.

On this road, you can clearly see the constant pits and pits, and the remaining traces of strength are still on the ground. While blood is everywhere, there are broken limbs and broken arms.

After taking a careful look, Zhu Tianpeng looked a little strange and said, "Did they forcefully push me over?"

As soon as these words came out, Holy Son Junyu beside him couldn't help but snorted coldly, and said in an extremely disdainful tone: "A bunch of idiots, the inside of the Demon Lord Forest is the most dangerous place, and they are actually wasting manpower and strength here!"

"They are used to being comfortable in the outside world. They think that their power can really make them invincible. But they don't know where this Demon Lord Forest is. They don't even have the most basic mentality correct. They deserve to die."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Tianpeng glanced at Saint Junyu.

Although the latter's words are a bit paranoid, they are not wrong in the slightest. Those demon monks believe in strength, but they forget that this is the Demon Lord Mountain Range and that this is no longer the demon world. Such huge sacrifices are actually not necessary.

Whatever is necessary.

Thinking of this, Zhu Tianpeng let out a breath and then said: "Although those guys are a little reckless, they also saved us a lot of unnecessary trouble. Let's go in!"

Nodding, Holy Son Junyu didn't say anything more, and the two figures swayed straight towards the inside of the Demon Lord Forest.

…

At the same time, inside the Demon Lord Forest, there was a black plain.

This plain is not very big, only about a hundred miles.

Standing outside, you can clearly see a tea tree in the center of the plain.

This tea tree has a chaotic luster. The tea leaves on it are swaying in the wind, and the dense branches and leaves are shaking. From time to time, one or two tea leaves covered with Taoist marks are blown out by the wind.

The tea leaves fluttered across the plains in the wind, and many demon monks from the outside world instantly started fighting for it.

For one or two pieces of tea, everyone tried their best, but there was no fierce battle. Basically, whoever got the tea first would be the end of the fight.

At this moment, another gust of breeze blew.

I saw nine tea leaves flying out from inside the plain.

In an instant, the demon monks outside became excited.

The moment he saw the nine tea leaves flying out, a series of voices rose through the air, grabbing them directly.

"Get out of my way!"

At this moment, a low shout sounded.

Along with several rays of sword energy piercing the air, the demonic monks who took action were instantly blocked.

A figure swayed and in the blink of an eye nine tea leaves were put into the bag.

After doing all this, the man floated to the ground with a knowing smile on his face.

On the contrary, the faces of the demon monks around them were extremely ugly.

In particular, the few semi-saints who returned without success stared at the man and said, "Wu Ming, do you want to monopolize the Demon Lord's tea?"

Astonishingly, the one who took action was none other than Sword Emperor: Wuming!

Faced with the condemnation of everyone, Wuming didn't care. He curled his lips and said: "Since ancient times, those with the power of spiritual things have lived here. If you are not convinced, you can rob them."

"Of course, anyone who dares to attack me must be prepared to be killed by me."

This is an understatement, but it reveals endless tyranny.

Suddenly, the semi-saints around him were choked and speechless.

For Wuming, they have seen how terrifying it is. His terrifying kendo attacks, his terrifying swordsmanship, and his terrifying combat power are definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The most important thing is that even if they really fight Wuming, no one can guarantee that they will be safe.

But there are dangers in the Demon Lord Forest, and the competition for the Demon Lord's tea has just begun. If you rush to waste money with Wuming, you will only gain more than you lose.

At this thought, the semi-saints snorted coldly, turned their heads and looked inside the plain, staring closely at the tea leaves that might fly out at any time, and were ready to take action at any time.

Seeing this, Wuming smiled disdainfully, looked at the plain, then looked around, frowned slightly and said: "Brother Tianzi, where have you been? Is there anything more precious than the Demon Lord's tea?"

At the same time, the wind blew suddenly in the plain, and several more tea leaves floated out. Suddenly, there was another commotion outside the plain, and everyone stared at the floating tea leaves with burning eyes.

"One, two, three,...eighteen, my God, a total of eighteen tea leaves floated out this time!" The monk with strong eyesight quickly saw clearly the number of tea leaves floating out this time, and endured it.

He kept shouting out in surprise.

For a moment, all the monks in the room were restless, and even those half-saints who had their eyes closed opened their eyes.

Eighteen pieces of Demon Lord tea leaves, this is already a very astonishing amount. After all, one tea leaf is worth a fortune in the Demon Realm, not to mention this is a full eighteen pieces.

Under the gazes of all the monks present, the eighteen pieces of Demon Lord tea leaves formed a line and flew out rapidly under the force of the strong wind.

Soon, eighteen tea leaves left the plain area.

"Grab it!"

"The Demon Lord's tea is mine!"

"Get out of my way, these tea leaves belong to me!"

"..."

The next second, chaos ensued in the venue.

The moment one person took action, he was blocked by the monks around him. In order to fight for these eighteen tea leaves, they resorted to many tricks, and many monks were even accidentally injured and fell to the ground.

Just at this moment, a ray of cyan light pierced the sky.

When the green light passed by, the eighteen pieces of Demon Lord tea leaves disappeared.

Suddenly, the monks in the chaos were startled, and then they all showed angry faces and shouted: "Who dares to steal the Demon Lord's tea under our noses!"

Under the angry gazes of all the monks present, the green light dispersed in mid-air. Zhu Tianpeng's figure stood in mid-air, holding eighteen pieces of Demon Lord tea leaves, the corner of his mouth raised and said: "Is this the fresh Demon Lord tea leaves? Sure enough, it contains

The Taoist rhyme is much richer than the previous ones."

At this point, the eyes of all the demonic monks in the audience were fixed on Zhu Tianpeng. Their expressions were extremely gloomy, and they gritted their teeth and said, "Sir, you are seeking death!"

"That bastard is just a dog of Holy Son Junyu. Please be sensible and quickly hand over the Demon Lord tea leaves in your hands, otherwise today next year will be your memorial day!"

"You nameless person, how can you get your hands on the Demon Lord's tea? Hand it over quickly. For the sake of Holy Son Junyu, I will give you some dignity!"

"..."

Hearing everyone shouting "Sang", Zhu Tianpeng was startled at first. He lowered his head and glanced at the powerful semi-saints below who were shouting "Sang", and the corner of his mouth curled up with a hint of solemnity.

After beckoning, Zhu Tianpeng put away the eighteen pieces of Demon Lord tea leaves and said condescendingly: "I'm not targeting anyone, I just want to say that everyone present is rubbish!"
Chapter completed!