Kong Xiangdong was indeed furious.

This matter can only be so obvious. Thinking of the plastic bag Yang Yu had just entered the door, looking at the only twenty spiritual immortal fruits inside, he thought Yang Yu had picked more than twenty, but he didn't expect that it was just a trick.

Sitting on the wooden kite, Yang Yu was very proud. From time to time, he took out a spiritual immortal fruit from the plastic bag and ate it in his mouth. It was so satisfying.

After walking for a long time, it was noon.

"Where is this?" Yang Yu yelled, "It turns out that I can't do if I don't have a good rest. I'm a little sleepy."

As he was talking, a "boom" sound came.

"Who, what's going on?" Yang Yu was shocked.

Looking at the sound, a warrior soared into the air and split a tree squat into powder with one palm.

"Be good, what are you doing?" Yang Yu became confused.

The spiritual consciousness swept over, and he saw many warriors, put away the wooden kite, he thought about it and walked over.

"Wu Shuang, come first and then come, do you understand the rules?" Tang Long said coldly.

"This sound..." Yang Yu was confused. It was definitely Tang Long, but he just didn't know why Tang Long was here.

"What rule? Master Ou Yezi only builds one weapon a month, and can only build it for me this month, and I don't have time next month." Wu Shuang was very arrogant.

Yang Yu had already walked into the crowd and found that there were more than a dozen heavenly warriors, more than twenty earthly warriors, and five or six yellow-level warriors around him.

"Brother, what's going on?" Yang Yu pulled a mysterious warrior beside him.

"Are you new?" This Xuan-level warrior was very strange. "Are you here to build weapons or pick up weapons?"

"Brother, I just accidentally passed by here. What's the matter with the weapons you mentioned?" Yang Yu was really surprised. He couldn't understand a word. Could it be that he had traveled through time?

"Then you are really lucky." The Xuan-level warrior looked at Yang Yu, "This place is called Yezhu Mountain, which was the place where Feng Yezhu, the master of weapon refining. Since Master Feng Yezhu passed away, his disciple Ou Yezi began to refine weapons here, and it has been a hundred years since then."

"Ou Yezi?"

"Well, Master Ou Yezi is better than his own. He is unparalleled in his cultivation. According to his rules, he only refines weapons for one person every month. Of course, unless we are lucky, this place will not fall on us. Who says that our cultivation is too low?"

"Since it is impossible to get a quota, what are you still doing here?" Yang Yu couldn't understand.

"You don't know this anymore. That's because before accepting a weapon refining commission, Master Ou Yezi will throw out the weapons that failed to refine. If we are lucky, we might be able to pick one. Hehe, if we really pick up a handy weapon, we will make a lot of money." The Xuan-level warrior showed a wretched smile.

"Pick up one?" Yang Yu was stunned.

"Did you see the small circle below? Each person has a small circle. One meter in a circle. In the end, it is considered to be whoever falls into. You can't grab it. So even if you get it, others can't do anything to you. What Master Ou Yezi is most annoying is that he snatches it here."

Yang Yu understood: "To put it bluntly, I just pick up rags here, right!"

"What does it mean to pick up rags?" The Xuan-level warrior was very dissatisfied. "Master Ou Yezi's failed weapon refining is something that many people cannot refine. If you pick up the weapon thrown out by Master Ou Yezi, there will definitely be people who buy it at a sky-high price, and sometimes dozens of spirit stones are possible."

"My grass!" Yang Yu was startled.

In this era, weapons are much cheaper than pills, but the failed products Ou Yezi refines are worth dozens of spirit stones, which is simply too amazing. Could it be that Ou Yezi can refine immortal weapons? Are the spirit weapons thrown out at will?

"Look, it's going to fight." Suddenly someone shouted.

Yang Yu looked at it. It was Tang Long and Wu Shuang who fought hard, but they were just fighting for a place to refine weapons. It was speechless.

"Stop it, stop it." Suddenly, a voice came from afar, "Both of you are fellow martial arts masters, why both of you fight? If you have anything to do, you can't sit down and discuss it."

Following the sound, Yang Yu looked into the distance and found that it was a bald man. Just when Yang Yu thought he was a monk, the guy took out another chicken leg and started to feast on it.

"It's bad, why is this guy here? The two above must be in trouble." A man sighed to the sky.

"What does it mean?" Yang Yu couldn't understand. "They obviously came to persuade him to fight, and he saw that his cultivation was not weak. With him there, he shouldn't be able to fight."

"Brothers, don't want to die. Retreat quickly and stay away from this fake monk." I don't know who shouted again.

"Don't be afraid, everyone, I just can't stand them killing each other. It's not easy for warriors to practice. Cherish them all, so why bother killing each other?" The bald man looked down and said seriously.

Yang Yu listened and praised: "I didn't expect that there are such righteous people in the martial arts world. Although they are a bit meddling in other people's business, if there are more people like this, many people will definitely die less."

"You are stupid!" A warrior couldn't listen anymore, "Do you know who he is? He is a plague Taoist, a famous plague god, and a broom star!"

"Plague Taoist?" Yang Yu had never seemed to have heard of this name.

"I don't understand yet." The kind-hearted warrior looked at Yang Yu, "The deeds of Taoist Plague make people feel scared. Do you know what he has done?"

"What's the matter?"

"Okay, I'll tell you a few typical examples." The kind-hearted warrior sighed, "No one knows how high this plague Taoist has cultivated. However, he especially likes to be a good person and specifically persuades him to fight. However, no one has ever been persuaded to fight.

"continue!"

"The first time he persuaded him to fight, he persuaded two late-stage warriors of the god-level peak warriors. These two had an irreconcilable hatred. He kindly came to mediate, but in the end they died together and all died... A god-level warrior took revenge, and the plague Taoist persuaded him to fight. As a result, this god-level warrior suddenly became a demon. After killing all his enemies, he also died... Several warriors fought in a melee, and he went to fight, but in the end, these warriors were all killed by a half-saint who passed by... Two sects fought, and he went to fight, but as a result, the volcano erupted, and most of the people of the two sects died..."

Hearing this, Yang Yu was already scared. He was not here to persuade him to fight. Damn, this is a god of death. As expected, no one who was persuaded to fight was good. Unconsciously, he was about to worry about Tang Long.

"It's the plague Taoist." Wu Shuang trembled a little, "Tang Long, let's go for now. I'll leave first. This plague Taoist is very evil."

How could Tang Long not know? Looking at Taoist Plague, he was also shocked. Why did this guy run over? As soon as he appears, the person who was persuaded to fight will definitely be in trouble.

Wu Shuang stopped talking nonsense, turned around and left. After a moment of more, he felt that his life was in danger. Who knows if any accidents would happen below?

Just about to leave.

"boom!"

A mountain next to Yezhu Peak suddenly cracked, and many big stones smashed downwards, and the targets were Tang Long and Wu Shuang.

"My grass, can't be so accurate!" Yang Yu was shocked, and the same was true for the warriors below. Fortunately, Wu Shuang and Tang Long were far enough away from them, so they should not be able to affect them.

"Damn it!" Wu Shuang looked at the big stones falling one after another, without thinking, and slashed the long sword in succession, but he had just cut a few swords, and a huge stone hit his back.

Many people had covered their eyes, were they so unlucky? Tang Long seemed to be not good, and many stones also hit him, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood unconsciously.

The continuous stones fell down and were smashed by the stones. Wu Shuang was covered in blood. Although he was a god-level warrior, he could not withstand such bombardment. Tang Long seemed to be better, but he also suffered a lot of injuries.

When all the stones fell, Wu Shuang leaned on the ground with a sword and almost couldn't stand up. Fortunately, no one died this time, but he was just seriously injured.

"Let's go!" Wu Shuang held the sword and looked at the Taoist plague, feeling a sense of indescribable fear. The Taoist plague had reached the point where he didn't have to do it by himself. It was very evil!

"Grandpa, are you okay?" Yang Yu hurried to Tang Long and quickly took out a healing pill, "Take it quickly, don't think too much."

Tang Long looked at it was Yang Yu, nodded, and swallowed the pill in one mouthful.

Yang Yu and Tang Long had taken the pills and turned their heads to look at the Taoist plague. Is it really so evil? This guy is born with a broom star.

"Don't look at me, it has nothing to do with me." Taoist plague showed an innocent expression, "I just want to be a good person, but why is it so difficult?"

Be a good person?

Many people laughed secretly when they heard this. If you want to be a good person, don’t come out to persuade them to fight in the future. Every time you are persuaded to fight, you will die or be injured. Is there no good ending? With a plague god like you, everyone can only be unlucky.

Yang Yu didn't say anything, suddenly heard a sound. He looked up and suddenly saw a stone door appearing in the middle of Yezhu Peak, which was slowly opening.

"Everyone, stand up quickly, Master Ou Yezi is going to throw away his weapons."

"The weapon is mine, it must be mine."

"Stand well, one person and one position, don't fight!"

Many warriors quickly selected positions compared to the stone gate above, looking at their gaze, not to mention how eager they were.

"Grandpa, let's go there too." Yang Yu said. Since he had picked up weapons, he had to try his luck. But just now he stood up, and the Taoist plague over there also came, and by chance he stood by him.
Chapter completed!