Chapter 1439 Beaten into a pulp

Looking at the desolate plain ahead, all the servant disciples looked at each other.

I thought that even if I was borrowed to assist in the medicine garden, it would only be watering, fertilizing, and helping to gather spiritual energy, but I didn't expect that I would be directly thrown into this desolate place to do hard work.

"Common servant disciples have no human rights!" A disciple looked to the sky sadly.

This man was also selected from the outer gate and entered the inner gate. However, what awaited him was not a smooth road, but endless chores.

But this matter was assigned by the upper level. No matter how much they complained, they didn't dare to say no. They just had to cast spells to open up the spiritual field.

However, with the number of twenty spiritual fields, it would take at least two months to open them up even if they worked around the clock. Ge Qing only gave them one month, so it was impossible to do it.

From all over the medicine garden, one after another looked at her with sneer eyes.

Every year, the distribution of spiritual herbs in Jiu Peak goes through the hands of Yaoyuan. These disciples grew up in Yaoyuan. Even if they are not the direct disciples of the elders of each peak, they still have a sense of superiority and naturally look down on these handyman disciples.

Junfeng's heart was gloomy. He didn't expect that his direct disciple would also be sent to open up wasteland. It was a great shame.

"Senior Brother Junfeng, why don't you go aside to rest and open up the spiritual field, and let us do it for you."

Several handyman disciples nearby tried to please him in order to come up.

Junfeng raised his eyebrows and looked at these people with admiration.

"You are quite sensible. Once Jun's punishment period is over, he will definitely recommend you to Master and make you a registered disciple in our peak." Jun Feng said calmly.

Because he made some mistakes and angered his master, he was punished as a handyman.

But Junfeng knew that the master did not really blame him. He would naturally call him back when his anger subsided, and then the wind would still prevail and the rain would rain.

When several servant disciples heard this, they were immediately overjoyed. They bowed and thanked them repeatedly, and said with joy, "Thank you so much, senior brother, for the promotion. If you have anything to do, senior brother, just ask me. We will go through fire and water without hesitation."

Although the status of registered disciples is not as high as that of direct disciples, they are far superior to servant disciples. If they can really get rid of their status as servants, what will happen no matter how much flattery they flatter?

Junfeng smiled proudly, stood aside with his hands behind his back, and looked at Ye Chunyang sideways.

The provocation is obvious.

As for Junfeng's identity, although others did not try to hurt Ye Chunyang, no one dared to stand with him.

"Did you see it? This is the difference in identity. In Kunlun Ruins, without identity, you are like an ant on the ground and can be easily trampled to death." Junfeng said with a smile.

Ye Chunyang didn't bother to pay attention.

Not to mention an inner disciple of Daoji Realm, even Elder Jiu Feng was just a clown in front of him. How could Ye Chunyang take him seriously?

Immediately, he passed by Junfeng with Ye Xiaobao, chose a spiritual field and started to open up wasteland.

Instead of seeing the imagined scene of Ye Chunyang surrendering to him, Junfeng looked gloomy and his smile slowly faded.

"You are just a humble servant disciple, but you dare to be so arrogant. But don't worry, before I destroy you, I will definitely let you taste the taste of humiliation and make you kneel down in front of me and beg for mercy!"

Junfeng sneered in his heart.

Now he is not in a hurry to attack Ye Chunyang, but wants to see the other party live and die.

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When it comes to opening spiritual fields and cultivating spiritual grass, if Ye Chunyang is ranked second, no one in the world would dare to be ranked first.

This plain seems desolate, but if he really opens it up, it will be completely renewed in less than three days, and various high-level spirit-gathering magic circles will be set up to attract spiritual energy.

But Ye Chunyang kept his face and did not use his superb cultivation skills. He just hoeed and cleared the land like an ordinary person.

But when he looked at the withered spiritual fields around him, his expression flickered slightly.

Most of the dead spiritual grasses in the spiritual fields are hard-to-find varieties, and some can even be refined into high-level spiritual elixirs. Unfortunately, they are now useless.

"If these spiritual herbs were in my hands, they could at least exert ten times the medicinal properties. What a pity." Ye Chunyang sighed in his heart.

He paid no more attention to it. Although he felt a little sorry for the withering of these spiritual grasses, it had nothing to do with him after all.

With this in mind, Ye Chunyang continued to devote himself to opening up the spiritual field.

With the methods of him and his clones, a large area of ​​spiritual field was soon mined. With the spirit gathering array that Ge Qing had set up before, there was immediate spiritual energy flowing around. At this speed, completing the task within a month would be a trivial matter. pile.

However, just when Ye Chunyang was focusing on opening up the spiritual field, trouble finally came.

Suddenly a startling rainbow flashed in the sky, and several rays of sword light shot from behind. The newly opened spiritual field was instantly destroyed.

A whole day of busy work turned into nothing in the blink of an eye.

And after those sword lights flashed, it turned into a flying sword and fell into the hands of someone behind him, who was playing with it with a chuckle on his face.

"Junfeng, do you want to cause trouble?"

Ye Chunyang's face darkened.

The small matter of opening up a spiritual field was nothing to him, but the other party's repeated provocations really irritated him.

"Junior Brother Ye, what do you mean by this? How can I cause trouble for you?" Junfeng waved his sword, and a sharp sword sound filled the air, causing dust to fly around him.

"You destroyed the spiritual field I created, aren't you looking for trouble?" Ye Chunyang said.

"Why did you say this?" Junfeng looked innocent, "Jun has never moved an inch here. How can you say that I destroyed your spiritual field? Which of your eyes saw what I did?"

After saying that, he said exaggeratedly to the other handymen: "Did you see it?"

The servants remained silent.

"Look, no one speaks up, so it's a tacit agreement. Since no one saw me destroy your spiritual field, how can you slander me?"

"Besides, your Junior Brother Ye has the support of Deacon Lu, so how dare I trouble you?"

Junfeng said proudly.

Ye Chunyang looked at everyone.

He looked at Junfeng again.

Finally, he nodded slowly and said, "Don't you just want to provoke me and think that I dare not attack you?"

"So what?" Junfeng said coldly. Since the words have come to this point, he doesn't need to hide it anymore. "Even if I deliberately provoke you, do you dare to kill me as a humble errand disciple?"

"As you wish."

Ye Chunyang said lightly.

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and slapped him.

No tricks, just a simple slap, and even no spiritual power fluctuations could be felt.

"Looking for death!"

Junfeng smiled coldly.

I thought Ye Chunyang would use a magic weapon or some powerful magic in anger, but he just raised his hand and attacked. I couldn't help but laugh.

He immediately urged the magic formula with one hand, and the flying sword in his hand soared into the sky, bursting out with dazzling brilliance, and the cold sword energy cut the surroundings into pieces.

Junfeng's flying sword is a lower-level innate spiritual treasure, which already has spirituality. After being taken into the body for cultivation, as its own cultivation level improves, its power will also increase greatly.

In order to exchange this sword from Tianshu Pavilion, Junfeng has worked hard to save up immortal points for several years. Now that the sword is out, it is killing.

"Boy, you started it first. Don't regret it when I cut your tendons later!" Junfeng chuckled, "Of course, if you kneel down and kowtow to me three times now, I may consider letting you go."

As soon as the words came out, Junfeng's pupils suddenly shrank.

Ye Chunyang's palm swept out from the air, bringing up a fierce hurricane, and then there was a crackling sound. The flying sword was smashed to pieces before it was sacrificed, and turned into countless fragments scattered on the ground.

"How is this possible?"

Junfeng's face changed drastically.

His flying sword is an innate spiritual treasure! Innate spiritual treasure!

It was smashed into pieces by Ye Chunyang's flesh and blood. It was unbelievable.

The eyelids of the errand disciples also jumped wildly, and they raised their hands to rub their eyes, unable to believe what they saw.

What is the concept of smashing an innate spiritual treasure with one palm?

And they clearly felt that Ye Chunyang did not activate his spiritual power, but simply used the strength of his physical body, which was really incredible.

But the next scene shocked them even more.

"An ant-like existence dares to shout in front of me."

"I gave you a chance to live, but you came up to die."

Ye Chunyang's eyes were cold, and his palms did not stop at all.

Junfeng was still in shock from the shattering of the flying sword, when he suddenly felt a strong wind sweeping past, causing pain in his ears and face.

"Bang!"

A low roar resounded, and Junfeng did not even scream, as his head was slapped and flew out horizontally, and his body turned into meat paste on the spot, leaving only a pool of blood staining the ground red.

The whole place was dead silent!

The menial disciples were trembling physically and mentally.

Junfeng, who was personally taught by the inner sect, was slapped into meat paste by Ye Chunyang.

How fierce is this?

"Ye...Fellow Daoist Ye, you...you killed him, aren't you afraid of being held accountable by the sect?"

The disciples' voices trembled. His cultivation was at the Dao Foundation Realm, and he used to think he had some strength, but he was nothing in front of Ye Chunyang.

"Hold accountable? If they had discovered this scene, they would have come here long ago." Ye Chunyang said lightly.

At this time, everyone realized that there were many disciples taking care of spiritual herbs not far away, but no one looked at this place, as if they had no idea about it.

"You actually set up a barrier!"

Everyone was shocked. Ye Chunyang killed Junfeng in a split second. How did he set up a barrier at the same time?

And there were so many people present, but they didn't notice anything. Such a method was really amazing.

For a moment, everyone looked at Ye Chunyang as if they had seen a demon. They took a step back and were alert.

"Hmph!"

Ye Chunyang snorted coldly and grabbed in the air.

One of them was horrified and screamed.

The next moment, his head was caught in Ye Chunyang's hand, and the spiritual light was entangled up and down, but after struggling for a few times, he collapsed limply.

Ye Chunyang threw it aside like trash, and then waved to the crowd.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, please show mercy! We have no grudges against you, why do you have to kill us all!"

"We have known each other for several months, and we will never reveal anything about what happened today."

Several people were horrified and begged for mercy.

"Of course I won't kill innocent people, but I will erase your memories just in case."

Ye Chunyang sneered.

After he finished speaking, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and everyone fell unconscious instantly.