Ancient Gods

When Mo Yang finished speaking, the old man almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was stunned at this moment. He thought that Mo Yang had dug so much, and he should be satisfied even if his appetite was big, because the spiritual medicines that Mo Yang dug were not ordinary spiritual medicines, and almost all the oldest ones were dug by Mo Yang.

Mo Yang felt a little funny in his heart. Although the old man had been pretending to be calm just now, his voice was trembling. He flipped his palm and threw a white jade bottle to the old man.

"Thank you, senior. As the saying goes, courtesy is reciprocity. This is a little gift from the junior!"

Mo Yang turned around and left.

The old man stared at Mo Yang's departing figure, his teeth were almost broken, but he could only hold it back.

Today, Mo Yang came here for a walk, and he didn't know how many years of hard work he had wasted. Some of the spiritual medicines he transplanted with great difficulty, but now they are gone.

Until watching Mo Yang walk away, the old man took a deep breath, and then lowered his head to look at the white jade bottle in his hand.

He shook open the bottle stopper and was stunned again. There were several warm and translucent pills lying inside. At first glance, they looked like gems, with a faint luster on the surface.

The key was the strong medicinal fragrance that was diffused. As soon as a wisp of it drifted into his nose, he felt that his heart was no longer blocked and his whole body was comfortable.

"Top-grade elixir, this kid..."

"What a bullshit rumor, the shameless Jiang family and Duan family actually slandered him like this, I am angry for him!"

As the old man spoke, he put the white jade bottle to his nose and took a crazy inhalation, and then his face was intoxicated.

Among the pills he had seen, there had never been a pill with such condensed medicinal power, and these pills seemed extraordinary, definitely a treasure-level existence.

Maybe it would allow him to break through the original bottleneck of his cultivation. Thinking of this, the old man looked back at the dozens of pits in the medicine field, and his heart suddenly stopped hurting and his breath became smooth.

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On the other side, after leaving the medicinal field, Mo Yang turned back along the original path and then walked towards the hall in the distance.

Soon, the ancient trees on both sides disappeared, and a large martial arts arena appeared in front of him. Although there were many disciples of the Holy Sect sparring with each other, it was still quiet.

Mo Yang looked around silently, and then walked along the edge of the martial arts arena silently, intending to bypass the martial arts arena.

After all, for the disciples of the Holy Sect, he was a completely unfamiliar person, and his appearance here inevitably aroused suspicion.

But when Mo Yang was about to leave the martial arts arena, someone still noticed him, and a voice came immediately: "Who are you?"

Mo Yang sighed lightly and stopped. He didn't want to cause trouble, so he took out the token and shook it.

Who would have thought that it would be better if he didn't take out the token. Seeing that Mo Yang actually had a token of the Holy Sect Tianjiao in his hand, several young men who were sparring frowned immediately, and then they looked at each other and rushed up directly.

Mo Yang frowned. Hasn't this token always worked well? Why doesn't it work here?

Because it looked like they were coming with bad intentions.

Especially the first young man who rushed over, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Mo Yang did not leave, but stood there silently, because he was also a little puzzled at this time.

In two breaths, several young men had come to Mo Yang. The young man in the lead glanced at Mo Yang, and then asked coldly: "Who are you?"

Mo Yang did not speak, but raised his hand and shook the token in his hand.

"Humph, this is the Tianjiao Order of my Holy Sect, how come it is in your hands?" The young man in the lead said and was about to reach out to grab it.

Mo Yang slightly turned sideways, avoided it, and put the token into the ring.

"What do you want to do?" Mo Yang frowned and asked.

"Boy, let me ask you why the Tianjiao Order is in your hands?" The young man in the lead spoke more and more coldly, staring at Mo Yang, with a sense of aggressiveness.

Mo Yang smiled and said, "I stole it. Xu Qing was killed by me. I stole it from him!"

When the others heard this, their faces changed instantly, but they were not afraid, but angry.

"You ignorant boy, we can kill you on the spot with just this sentence. Can you call Brother Xu by his name?" Another young man also spoke angrily.

Then the third person sneered, "Brother Xu just left the martial arts field. He has been in seclusion for a long time and has broken through several realms. Are you qualified to fight Brother Xu?"

After hearing this, Mo Yang was speechless. He sighed that he still couldn't believe what women said. Murong Xue claimed that she could move freely in the Holy Sect with this token. This was a lie to him.

"Do your job well. Don't worry about what you shouldn't worry about. Please make way!" Facing these ordinary cultivators, Mo Yang couldn't get interested. Although the other party's words were unpleasant, it was hard for him to get angry.

Because in front of him, these young men were too weak, so weak that they could be killed with a single blow.

"Want to leave? Breaking into the Holy Sect, speaking rudely, stealing the Tianjiao token, no matter which one, is enough to kill you ten times, where are you going?" The young man in the lead had sharp eyes, and his aura was fluctuating, ready to take action.

Moreover, the movement here attracted all the disciples of the Holy Sect in the entire martial arts field, and they were all whispering around, and some people were pointing at Mo Yang.

Mo Yang sighed lightly, shook his head helplessly, turned around to avoid the young man behind him, and was about to leave.

But as soon as he turned around, several auras instantly blasted towards him.

Mo Yang was hesitating at this time. This was his first time in the Holy Sect, and there was no unhappiness between him and the Holy Sect. Although he was right to take action, it was not good after all.

But if he doesn't take action, these people will seem to keep flying around him. Although they are not threatening, they are very annoying!

At this moment, a breath suddenly swept over, instantly imprisoning the young people who had taken action. Two people were still jumping in the air, but they were also frozen in mid-air.

"stop!"

This was followed by a sharp scolding.

Immediately afterwards, a figure flew down.

Mo Yang was not affected by that power at all. He raised his head and looked at the person who came, and sneered: "Girl, you were very timely!"

The person who came was Murong Xue. She had also just heard a message from an old man saying that Mo Yang had come to the Holy Sect. She rushed out as soon as possible. Fortunately, she was in time, otherwise she knew what would happen.

She knew very well that Mo Yang was not a good person at all. If this guy got angry, he might dare to overthrow the entire Holy Sect.

Murong Xue frowned slightly, took a deep breath, and said, "Brother Mo, please don't get angry. They are all ordinary disciples. I hope Brother Mo won't argue with them!"

Mo Yang smiled and said nothing. He looked Murong Xue up and down, then took out the token and threw it to Murong Xue.