In the end, Huo Shangjun reluctantly handed the brocade box to Qin Yang.
Qin Yang realized that Huo Shangjun had put all the Spirit Potentials together. When he opened the brocade box and saw the treasures inside, his eyes lit up.
Seeing Qin Yang like this, he knew that Huo Shangjun really had a lot of treasures.
It seemed that he was too arrogant to ignite the fire beacon and handed these things to the referee in advance because of his outstanding strength. Now, Zhu Minglang had taken all of them!
Zhu Minglang naturally heard Huo Shangjun's last few words.
However, he didn't agree with Huo Shangjun's opinion.
The most difficult thing to overcome in raising a dragon was the problem of Spirit Potentials.
After this battle, he would obtain a lot of Spirit Potentials. Even if Little Bai Qi didn't have the Reincarnation Butterfly Transformation ability, he could rely on money to raise all three of his dragons to the Monarch level!
At that time, he wouldn't need Stegosaurus to do anything. He wouldn't need to do anything. He could easily defeat this group of disciples!
"He's running out of Spirit Potentials. Monk over there, you've been watching for so long. Do you really want to see this demon take away all of our Spirit Potentials?" Zhao Chen said to a young monk standing at the edge.
That young monk didn't have any intention of making a move ever since he reached the top of Mausoleum Mountain.
He just watched quietly from the side.
Although the Tianmu Sword also affected him.
He didn't seem to be affected too much.
As a member of the royal family, Zhao Chen naturally knew that this monk was a powerhouse from the Noble Spirit Sect. He was the chief disciple of one of the four great sects, Yang Hua, and his strength was unfathomable.
If he had joined the siege from the beginning, Zhu Minglang naturally wouldn't have been able to gain the upper hand.
"Allow me to persuade Benefactor Zhu?" Yang Hua of the Noble Spirit Sect said.
"Don't you see what kind of person he is? What's there to persuade him to make a move?" Zhao Chen said somewhat angrily.
Yang Hua walked towards Zhu Minglang. Seeing that Zhu Minglang was adjusting his Spirit Potentials, he didn't rush to make a move.
In fact, Zhao Chen, He Qingqian, Fu Xumei, and Ye Guang had yet to recover from the immense pressure of the Tianmu Sword. At this moment, they could only stand where they were and try their best to slow their breathing.
Pu Hanrong, on the other hand, was a bit strange. He was a dragon master, but he had yet to summon his own dragon.
No one knew what it was waiting for.
"What? You want me to take the lead?" He Qingqian mocked.
"I still need some time." Pu Hanrong said.
"Could it be that your dragon beast is still napping?" He Qingqian asked.
Pu Hanrong did not reply. His gaze was fixed on the area outside the Nine Armies Tombs, as though he was waiting for something.
At this time, the monk Yang Hua from the Noble Spirit Sect had already walked towards Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang could sense that Monk Wu Zonglin's cultivation level was the highest among the few of them. He was a Lower Monarch level expert.
"Benefactor Zhu, there's no need to be so absolute. Why don't we stop here and take our respective brocade boxes?" Yang Hua said.
"Monk, why didn't you come up to ask me earlier? You saw me fighting for a long time and only said that when my aura was slightly weaker. I didn't expect a monk to be so cunning," Zhu Minglang said disdainfully.
Although Wen Mengru and Huo Shangjun had both been defeated, they had still fought him head-on.
On the other hand, Monk Wu Zonglin and Pu Hanrong had purposely waited until Zhu Minglang's powerful attacks had ended before coming forward.
Why was such a hypocrite pretending to be a peacemaker?
"Benefactor Zhu's strength is worthy of recognition, but you should change your nature and temper. There is always someone better than you. Do you really think you are invincible in this world?" Yang Hua, a monk from the Martial Arts Sect, said.
"Monk, don't test me anymore. Have some guts and come up to spar with me. Show me the spirit of a noble Wu Zong Lin. Don't be like a weasel and be pointlessly careful," Zhu Minglang said with a smile.
Monk Yang Hua's expression didn't change, but a wave of resentment surged in his heart. Zhu Minglang had hit the nail on the head.
"I just want to simplify the matter. After all, if everyone can get the brocade box they want, why should we continue to fight? But since Benefactor Zhu is so stubborn and aggressive, I have no choice but to take action," Yang Hua continued to say.
He Qingqian snorted coldly.
This monk was clearly taking advantage of the situation, but he still said it so righteously. What a hypocrite.
He was just waiting for experts like Wen Mengru and Huo Shangjun to take the first blow before he went up.
Although she was disgusted, He Qingqian didn't want Zhu Minglang to monopolize the brocade boxes. She made a few fire talismans again and stared at Zhu Minglang, planning to find a good opportunity to throw them at Zhu Minglang.
"It's here! Hmph, Zhu Minglang, I want to see how you block it! "At this moment, Pu Hanrong smiled and stared at Zhu Minglang.
He Qingqian was a little confused and looked at the broken Tomb of the Nine Armies in confusion. She saw a large cloud of dark green fog quickly floating over.
The fog was getting closer and closer, and He Qingqian could finally see the creatures in the fog. They were huge Bee Demons!!
There were so many Bee Demons that when they flew in the air, they were like dark clouds that covered the sky.
Not long later, the Bee Demon army arrived at the Tomb Mountain. Pairs of dark eyes stared at Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang raised his head and looked at the Bee Demon army that was under his control. He was a little surprised. No wonder Pu Hanrong didn't make a move earlier. He was summoning these wild demons!
He seemed to be proficient in this kind of demon summoning technique. The Bee Demons and Banyan Demons in the Bee Demon nest near the banyan tree all gathered here. They circled around and formed a storm that was completely made up of Bee Demons, enveloping the entire Tomb Mountain …
"Just in time. Young master Pu, let's attack together and take down Zhu Minglang!" Yang Hua of the Noble Spirit Sect said.
The Bee Demons were densely packed. They flapped their wings around Zhu Minglang. Just the noise alone was enough to give him a splitting headache. Not to mention, these Bee Demons were all carrying poisonous stingers. Even a dragon monarch would find it difficult to withstand their stingers.
Zhu Minglang waved his sword and his sword Qi swept through the horde of Bee Demons. Hundreds of Bee Demons were beheaded and fell from the sky.
However, the Bee Demons that died were only a small part of the Bee Demon army.
After a few consecutive Sky Splitting Swords, even though hundreds and thousands of Bee Demons died, the number of Banyan Bees didn't seem to decrease.
Just as Zhu Minglang was about to execute an even more powerful sword technique, the despicable Martial Monk had already attacked.
Yang Hua's fists and legs were filled with a dense brown gas. This caused each of his punches to be like a torrential flood, surging violently.
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