With a sinister smile on his face, Ye Yang walked straight towards Huang Wuya.
Huang Wuya sat cross-legged on the ground and saw that the man in purple didn't seem to care. The terrifying swordsmanship here was actually walking towards him.
Huang Wuya couldn't help but feel shocked. He knew that he had only reached this point by relying on his half-step master-level cultivation. Otherwise, with his understanding of swordsmanship, he would not even be able to reach Ye Yuhan's position.
In her heart, she was extremely wary of this purple-clothed man with little cultivation. When he saw him passing by, he nodded to Ye Yang and smiled.
Ye Yang stared blankly, glanced at Huang Wuya, and coldly snorted, "Why are you laughing? Who is laughing with you? Are you just kidding?"
Although everyone has experienced the arrogance of the man in purple, they still underestimated the upper limit of his arrogance. You must know that Huang Wuya is a half-step master-level powerhouse. Apart from the saint-level powerhouses, he is the top figure.
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Such a person greeted Ye Yang with a smile, and was actually greeted with a cold scolding, which gave everyone a new understanding of the arrogance of the man in purple.
"you……"
Huang Wuya was immediately furious, and his whole body was shaking with anger. He pressed the hilt of the sword tightly with one hand, expecting to take action at any time.
Ye Yang turned a blind eye to his actions, raised his chin, looked at Huang Wuya with both nostrils and said, "What's the matter? If you're not convinced, believe it or not, I'll give you an order, and everyone in the Zifeng Holy Land will chop you into pieces immediately."
Huang Wuya's heart suddenly trembled. The purple-clothed man himself gave him an unfathomable feeling. If the saint son and saint were added to the mix, he would never be able to leave the ancient battlefield alive even if he had nine lives.
He gritted his teeth and suppressed the anger in his heart, although he was confident that even if he couldn't defeat a Saint Son-level powerhouse, he would still be able to escape unscathed.
But he just entered the ancient battlefield and gained nothing. He didn't want to offend a powerful holy land so early.
Because before entering the battlefield, he had already offended Ao Wuming because he wanted to kill Ye Yang. If he offended the Zifeng Holy Land again, the consequences would be disastrous. No matter how conceited he was, he would not dare to offend the two Holy Lands at the same time.
Seeing that Huang Wuya was shocked by him, Ye Yang felt extremely happy. It felt good to overwhelm others with power. No wonder all the disciples in the Holy Land were so awesome and coaxing.
Ye Yang snorted coldly and said, "You are wise today. I won't argue with you. I really don't understand how such a young person can have so much arrogance."
After saying that, Ye Yang didn't even look at Huang Wuya, and continued to move up the mountain, leaving everyone with his back as tall and arrogant as a mountain.
Huang Wuya quickly turned his head, not looking at Ye Yang's back. He was afraid that if he continued to look at him, he would be tempted to kill him.
This is so bullying. How ironic it is for him to say the word "arrogant" in his mouth.
Now everyone has truly understood the strength of the "ancestor" of the Zifeng Holy Land. Now no one doubts his identity. As for this arrogance, no one except the Holy Land can show it.
Li Xiangdong and others looked at the grandfather with admiration. This is the style that a holy place should have. They finally understood the meaning of what the grandfather said when they met.
If you want to bully, just bully the strong. Only then will you feel a sense of accomplishment. This makes these disciples who usually only bully Xiao Xiami feel endless shame.
Now Ye Yang has given them a good start, allowing them to see that the sense of accomplishment gained from bullying a master is too strong.
That half-step master Huang Wuya, when Ye Yang didn't show up, all the people in front of him were killed all the way up the mountain, and everyone only dared to climb up after him.
Such a tyrannical person didn't even dare to fart in front of Ye Yang, how could he not make everyone sigh.
After Ye Yang advanced for more than five hundred miles, the will of the sword here became even more terrifying, and Ye Yang slowed down for the first time.
The will of the sword is not physical energy, it is a spiritual impact on people, which cannot be resisted by a strong body or strong cultivation. It is a kind of tempering of the will.
As we were walking, there was a sudden movement in front of us. Dozens of pieces of Heavenly Sword Grass were sent out by the wind in the canyon, which immediately caused everyone to exclaim because there were too many of them this time.
It looked like there were no less than thirty of them, which was the largest they had seen since they had been here for more than a month.
Because of the Tianjian Canyon, wind often blows through it, but if the wind is not strong enough, it will be difficult to blow out the Tianjian grass growing deep in the rock wall.
Normally, there are usually three to five Sky Sword Grass. Like last time, more than a dozen appeared at one time. It is definitely considered a large-scale outbreak.
Ye Yang's soul power probed out and found that the Heavenly Sword Grass was sent out by the wind, but the wind wrapped around it were all invisible sharp blades, containing the terrifying will of swordsmanship. Taking the Heavenly Sword Grass among a group of wind blades was like taking chestnuts from the fire.
There is no difference. If you are not careful, your arm will be cut by the wind blade.
Especially since Ye Yang was in the upper wind, the power of the wind blade was even more powerful. Ye Yang took a deep breath and quickly explored with his right hand, like a pear blossom dancing in the wind, and clicked out more than ten times in a row.
"laugh"
When Ye Yang raised his hand thirteen times, even though he was extremely careful, he was still struck by a wind blade, cutting a two-inch deep gash on his arm, and the injury was visible to the bone.
Ye Yang didn't dare to show off any more and hurriedly retreated, letting more than half of the Heavenly Sword Grass left fly past him.
Looking at the injured wound, Ye Yang was shocked. The ancient power was indeed incredible. The will of the sword left behind was immortal. Even the wind blowing became a murderous weapon because it was contaminated with the will of the sword.
Ye Yang looked at the Heavenly Sword Grass in his hand and counted it carefully. There were sixteen in total, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
He raised his eyes and looked down, because the wind in the Tianjian Canyon was very strange, and it only flew downward along the canyon, and those Tianjian grass floated towards Huang Wuya.
Huang Wuya struck out cautiously, and after some hard work, he caught five Heavenly Sword Grasses, with a smile on his gloomy face.
The remaining dozen or so Heavenly Sword Grasses continued to float downwards. When he passed by Ye Yuhan, Ye Yuhan shouted and quickly searched with his hands. Unbelievably fast, he caught six Heavenly Sword Grasses in an instant.
Huang Wuya, who had an excited face at first, suddenly turned gloomy, his cold eyes full of jealousy and greed.
After three people fished for them, there were still seven Heavenly Sword Grasses left and flew downwards. Thousands of people were fighting for them, causing a chaos.
After the chaos, dozens more corpses were lying on the ground. It was obvious that they had lost the qualification in this fight.
But everyone has become accustomed to all this. Those corpses were thrown into the deep valley, and before they fell into the river, they were cut into pieces by countless invisible wind blades.
Ye Yang sighed, this is Jianghu, it's so ruthless, and glanced at Huang Wuya who looked jealous.
"You are not happy with Madam, and I am even more unhappy. How dare you have murderous intentions towards my brother?" Ye Yang looked at Huang Wuya, rolled his eyes, and actually turned back and walked down.
At this time, everyone was a little puzzled. Why did Ye Yang fall down when he clearly occupied the most powerful terrain, where there was the most oil and water.
When Ye Yang came to Huang Wuya's side, he stretched out a hand and coldly said, "Bring it here."
When Huang Wuya saw Ye Yang coming straight towards him, he was immediately on guard. Seeing Ye Yang's action, he asked, "What do you mean?"
Ye Yang frowned and cursed, "Are you an idiot? Of course it's Tianjiancao."
His face turned cold, and Huang Wuya was furious: "Are you trying to rob me?"
"Robbery? Fart, my dignified grandfather of the Zifeng Holy Land has such a respected status, how can he do such a thing like chickens and dogs, are you insulting me?" Ye Yang's face darkened, and he said angrily.
Seeing that Ye Yang was not robbing, Huang Wuya immediately felt relieved and asked, "Then why do you want me to hand over the Heavenly Sword Grass?"
"Idiot, haven't you heard of taxes? I'm here to collect taxes," Ye Yang said with disdain, as if he were looking at a country bumpkin.
"Collect taxes? Why do you collect taxes?" Huang Wuya snorted coldly.
"Why? Just because I occupy a higher position than you, which means I have the absolute right to reputation and ownership here. If you harvest things in my territory, can't I collect taxes?" Ye Yang said proudly.
Although there are some strong words, there seems to be a little bit of truth. However, Huang Wuya is not willing to suffer losses. "So many people below have obtained Tianjian Grass, why don't you go to collect taxes?"
Ahab, this Huang Wuya is quite insidious. He wants to arouse public anger, and his scheming is quite deep.
When everyone heard Huang Wuya's words, their expressions suddenly changed. If they really wanted to collect taxes, wouldn't the Heavenly Sword Grass they risked their lives have to hand over in vain?
Ye Yang sneered and said, "Have you never heard of the minimum living allowance? Here, if your monthly income is less than fifty Tianjiancao, it is tax-free."
Ye Yang's words immediately made everyone breathe a sigh of relief. They immediately knew that their grandfather was not greedy for the Heavenly Sword Grass in their hands at all, but was only targeting Huang Wuya.
Because among all the people here, including Ye Yuhan, only Huang Wuya harvested more than fifty Heavenly Sword Grasses.
While he was relieved, Ye Yang felt admiration for the arrogant grandfather of Zifeng Holy Land. What is arrogance? This is arrogance. He specializes in bullying the strong.
These little guys, even if they want to be bullied, they are not qualified. This is the real arrogance.
Huang Wuya hated the guy in front of him to the core, but he was concerned about his power and background, so he swallowed his anger and said, "How much do you want to charge?"
Ye Yang looked at him coldly and said, "Don't act like a coward, gnashing your teeth. I'll pay the tax once, don't worry."
Hearing what Ye Yang said, Huang Wuya lost his temper and asked, "How many do you want?"
Ye Yang stretched out a hand and said "five"
It took him so long to collect a total of fifty-seven pieces of Heavenly Sword Grass, but he was about to hand over nearly a tenth of it at once, which made his heart bleed.
He handed over the five Heavenly Sword Grasses with a slightly trembling hand. The reason for the trembling was partly distressed and partly angry.
After Ye Yang put away the Heavenly Sword Grass with a smile, a bad smile appeared on his face, and he stretched out his hand again. (To be continued)