Chapter 1186 Sitting in the mountain to watch the tiger fight, reap the benefits of the fisherman

Jun Xiazhu faced the army of the Temple of War. Fengshen was handsome, with a gentle and elegant temperament. He held his fists and bowed: "I don't know why the Lord came here?"

Lu Qiong also bent down to salute and did not dare to act rashly.

The two of them were stained with blood, and they looked out of place in a corpse and a field of medicine fragrance.

The army leader was wearing orthodox armor of the Temple of War, carrying a sword on his waist, and his iron-blooded and resolute aura made people look like they were born.

The leader looked at the corpse on the ground and some seriously injured warriors, then withdrew his gaze and said coldly: "The Temple of the Martial God has three years of immortal herbs, and its texture is exactly the same as this fairy field. Therefore, I ordered me to come and announce this matter."

Three-year fairy grass!

The sudden disappearance was like a blow, which made Lu Qiong beat him up, and Jun Xiazhu couldn't breathe.

They colluded and coincided with each other, destroying the seven evil spirits, conquering the immortal grasses of the two courtyards, and tacitly divided up the immeasurable fairy field.

But just as the day of victory was about to come, the meat was just around the corner, and I realized that yesterday's battle was all about water from a bamboo basket!

Lu Qiong's limbs were cold, and his old face was pleated, as if he had been aging for ten years overnight.

"General, I have never heard from the Temple of the Martial Gods talk about this matter. I hope I will check it again." Lu Qiong said.

The leader Moran: "If you do things in the Temple of Martial God, do you still need to report to you? Are you a Martial Ancestor or a Temple Master? Such a big air."

"Old body..."

"That's not what Mr. Lu means."

Jun Xiazhu said: "General, the fairy medicine field is from Luoyu and Shenxuan courtyards. We all have a year's fairy grass. Now that the bitterness is over, the general wants to take away the fairy medicine field, can we show the three years of fairy grass?"

The leader half-closed his eyes, then looked back at the soldiers behind him.

The soldier understood it and immediately walked out with a crystal clear crystal box.

Although the treasure box quadrangular crystal is transparent, it reflects shimmering light under the sunlight.

The root texture of the fairy grass placed inside is obviously from this fairy field, and the color is so deep that it has been picked for at least three years.

Jun Xiazhu's lips trembled constantly, and her pupils were slightly radiated due to shock, and it was suddenly difficult to maintain this elegance and indifference.

He fought hard against the crowd, and there was an unjust soul under the sword, so he offended several colleges just for the fairyland.

result......

Actually make wedding dresses for others?

It would be fine if the other party was a small force.

It was just a cycle of killing people to silence their mouths, destroying fairy grass, and occupying medicinal fields.

But the person who came was from the Temple of the Martial God, how could he dare to be arrogant?!

Jun Xiazhu had a headache and was about to break his temper. He clenched his hands into fists. He felt something was wrong, but he racked his brains and couldn't remember it.

The leader looked at them and said, "The Emperor of the Holy Realm led the elite troops to fight for many days, defeated the demons, and protected Fenglin City. This is a hero who is the ruler of the heaven and the country. Therefore, the Martial Ancestor gave this fairy medicine field to the Emperor of Ye, the ninth elder of the War Academy, and Ye Chuyue."

boom!

The wind suddenly kills!

Jun Xiazhu and Lu Qiong looked up at the same time, their pupils suddenly tightened, and they suddenly looked at the spoken army leader.

Ye Chuyue!

This name, like a nightmare, is entangled with them endlessly!

Lu Qiong finally woke up and realized that he had been put on a trick and lost all his money!

"Ye Chuyue...Ye Chuyue..."

Jun Xiazhu murmured the name in a low voice, and suddenly thought that Lu Qiong's fairy grass was bought from Ye Chuyue for 500 million yuan.

Ye Chuyue and the War Academy were the first to withdraw from the Immortal Medicine Field, which made people think that they were really indifferent to the world.

But now it seems that Ye Chuyue seemed to have known about the interests of the fairy medicine field, and the bloody storm, so she specially gave up the spacious battlefield to watch the tiger's fight and reap the benefits of the fisherman!

The setting sun in the evening is a bit dry, and it is still dry in late spring and early summer, but Jun Xiazhu's spine is chilling.

A scattered cold air rushed straight along the spine towards the Tianlinggu.

Jun Xiazhu was afraid of someone for the first time in her life.

Even Mu Fengming, who destroyed his entire family back then, did not make him feel so terrified!

Lu Qiong's legs were weak, and he felt that the rain and rain were surrounding his head that could not be escaped.

This haze is called Ye Chuyue!

Even though this person has escaped from Shenxuan, he has never let Lu Qiong go.

Lu Qiong thought of the letter he had made, and hurriedly turned around and returned to Shenxuan.

The leader looked at her back and spoke again: "Elder Ye sent the token to the Temple of Martial God. The Temple of Martial God has sent someone to Shenxuan to collect 500 million yuan. Lu Qiong, the peaks of Shenxuan, have been sealed off, and the residence in your courtyard are all owned by Elder Ye, and Shenxuan Academy has also hollowed out the courtyard warehouse for this."

Lu Qiong suddenly looked back, "What did you say..."
Chapter completed!