After the ascent failed

Chapter 258
Looking at the desolate plain ahead, all the handyman disciples looked at each other.

I thought that even if I was borrowed to assist the medicine garden, it was probably just watering and fertilizing, helping to gather spiritual energy, etc., but I didn't expect to be sent directly to this desolate place to work as a coolie.

"The handyman disciples have no human rights!" A disciple looked sadly at the sky.

This person was also selected from the outer sect to join the inner sect, but what awaited him was not a flat road, but endless chores.

But this matter is assigned by the upper echelon, no matter how many complaints they have in their hearts, they dare not say a word, they just need to obediently cast spells to open up the spiritual fields.

However, with the number of twenty spiritual fields, even if they kept working day and night, it would take at least two months to open them up. Ge Qing only gave them one month, which was impossible.

From all over the medicine garden, sneering eyes looked at him.

Every year, Jiufeng's distribution of spiritual herbs is handled by the medicine garden. These disciples grew up in the medicine garden. Even if they are not the direct disciples of the elders of each peak, they have a sense of superiority, so naturally they look down on these handyman disciples.

Junfeng's heart was gloomy, he didn't expect that his dignified personal disciple would also be assigned to open up wasteland, it was a great shame.

"Senior Brother Junfeng, why don't you go to the side to rest and let me do the work of opening up the spiritual fields."

A few handyman disciples next to him said in order to please them.

Junfeng raised his eyebrows and looked at these people admiringly.

"You're pretty smart. When Jun's punishment period expires, he will definitely recommend you to Master as a registered disciple in our peak." Junfeng said lightly.

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

But Junfeng knew that the master didn't really blame him, and he would naturally call him back when his anger subsided.

Hearing these words, several handyman disciples were overjoyed, bowed to thank them again and again, and said with gaudy words: "Thank you for your kindness, brother. If you have anything to do, please tell me. I will go through fire and water, and I will not hesitate to do so."

Although registered disciples are not as respected as personal disciples, they are far superior to handyman disciples. If they can really get rid of the status of handyman, what will happen no matter how much they flatter them?
Junfeng smiled triumphantly, stood aside with his hands behind his back, and squinted at Ye Chunyang.

The provocation in it couldn't be more obvious.

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

"Did you see that? This is the difference in status. In Kunlun Ruins, people without status are like ants on the ground, and they can be easily trampled to death." Junfeng sneered.

Ye Chunyang didn't bother to pay attention.

Not to mention an inner disciple of the Dao Foundation Realm, even Elder Jiufeng is just a clown in front of him, how can Ye Chunyang take it in his eyes?
Immediately, he took Ye Xiaobao past Junfeng, chose a spiritual field and began to open up wasteland.

He didn't see the imagined scene of Ye Chunyang surrendering to him, Junfeng's face was gloomy, and his smile gradually retracted.

"It's just a humble handyman disciple who dares to be so arrogant, but don't worry, before I destroy you, I will let you have a good taste of humiliation and let you kneel in front of me and beg for mercy!"

Junfeng sneered in his heart.

Instead, he is not in a hurry to attack Ye Chunyang now, and he wants to see that the other party can't survive or die.

……

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

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

But Ye Chunyang didn't show his face, he didn't use his brilliant nurturing technique, just like ordinary people, sternly plowing the land and reclaiming wasteland.

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

Most of the dead spirit grasses in those spirit fields are hard-to-find varieties, and some can even be refined into high-level spirit pills, but it's a pity that they are useless now.

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

He didn't pay any more attention. Although he felt a little pity for the withering of these spiritual herbs, it had nothing to do with him after all.

Thinking of this, Ye Chunyang continued to dig into the spiritual fields.

With the means of him and the avatar, a large spiritual field was soon mined, and together with the spirit-gathering circle that Ge Qing had set up earlier, spiritual energy immediately flowed around. At this speed, it is only a trivial matter to complete the task within a month pile.

However, when Ye Chunyang was concentrating on opening up the spiritual field, troubles still came after all.

Suddenly a startling rainbow flickered in the sky, and several sword lights shot from behind, and the spiritual field that had just been opened up was instantly destroyed.

A busy day has turned into nothingness.

And after those flashes of sword light flashed by, they turned into a flying sword and fell into the hands of someone behind him, who was playing with it with a smile on his face.

"Junfeng, do you want to trouble yourself?"

Ye Chunyang's face darkened.

The trivial matter of opening up a spiritual field is nothing to him, but the other party's repeated provocations really angered him.

"Junior Brother Ye, what do you mean by this? How can I trouble you?" Junfeng swung his sword, and there was a sharp sword sound in the air, causing dust to fly around.

"Aren't you just looking for trouble by destroying the spiritual field I opened up?" Ye Chunyang said.

"Why did you say that?" Jun Feng said with an innocent face, "Jun has never moved a bit here, why do you say that I destroyed your spiritual field? Which eye of yours saw what I did?"

As he spoke, he exaggeratedly said to the other handymen: "Have you seen it?"

All the servants remained silent.

"Look, if no one speaks, it's tacit consent. Since no one sees that I ruined your spiritual field, how can you spout blood?"

"Besides, you, Junior Brother Ye, are backed by Deacon Lu, 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. Now that he had reached this point, he didn't need to hide it anymore, "Even if I deliberately provoke you, is it possible that you, a humble handyman disciple, dare to Can't kill me?"

"as you wish."

Ye Chunyang said lightly.

Before the words fell, he raised his hand and slapped him.

There is no trick, just a simple slap, and you can't even feel any spiritual fluctuations.

"court death!"

Junfeng smiled coldly.

Originally thought that Ye Chunyang would sacrifice a magic weapon or some kind of powerful magic power in a fit of anger, but he just raised his hand and shot it out, and couldn't help being laughed out of anger.

Immediately, he urged the tactics 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 to pieces.

Junfeng's flying sword is a low-level innate spirit treasure, which already possesses spirituality. After being cultivated in the body, its power will also increase greatly with the improvement of its own cultivation.

In order to get this sword from Tianshu Pavilion, Junfeng had worked hard to save his immortal value for several years, and now that the sword's edge is out, it is immediately killing.

"Boy, this is your first move. Don't regret it when I break your tendons and hamstrings later!" Junfeng chuckled, "Of course, if you kneel down and kowtow to me three times, I might consider letting you go."

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

Ye Chunyang's slap was swept across the air, creating a violent hurricane, and then there was a crackling sound, and the flying sword was shattered before it was released, turning into countless debris and scattered on the ground.

"how can that be?"

Junfeng's expression changed drastically.

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

It was unbelievable that Ye Chunyang slapped him into pieces with his flesh and blood.

The eyelids of all the handyman disciples jumped wildly, and they raised their hands and rubbed their eyes, unable to believe the scene in front of them.

Smashing the innate spirit treasure with one palm, what kind of concept is this?
And they clearly felt that Ye Chunyang didn't activate his spiritual power, but just used his physical power, which is really incredible.

But what happened next shocked them even more.

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

"I gave you a chance to live, but I chose to come up to die myself."

Ye Chunyang's eyes were cold, and he kept clapping his palms.

Junfeng was still in the shock of the shattering flying sword, when he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing past him, making his ears hurt.

"boom!"

A deep roar resounded, Junfeng didn't even scream, his head was slapped and flew horizontally, his body turned into flesh on the spot, leaving only a puddle of blood to stain the ground red.

The whole place is dead silent!

All the handyman disciples trembled physically and mentally.

Jun Feng, who was personally taught by the dignified inner sect, was slapped into a 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 voices of all the disciples trembled. His cultivation base had reached the Dao Foundation Realm. He used to think that he had some strength, but he was nothing in front of Ye Chunyang.

"Responsible? If they found out about this scene, they would have already come over." Ye Chunyang said lightly.

At this time, everyone realized that there were many disciples tending the spiritual grass not far away, but none of them looked at this place, as if they didn't notice it.

"You have placed a quarantine restriction!"

Everyone was horrified, the scene where Ye Chunyang killed Junfeng was only in the blink of an eye, how did he set up a restriction while shooting?
Moreover, there were so many of them present, yet they didn't notice anything about it. Such methods were astonishing.

For a while, everyone looked at Ye Chunyang again like meeting a demon god, and they all took a step back, with vigilance on their faces.

"Humph!"

Ye Chunyang snorted coldly, and grabbed the palm of his hand in the air.

One of them had a horrified face and screamed incessantly.

The next moment, his head was held in Ye Chunyang's hands, and the aura swirled up and down, but the man collapsed limply after a few struggles.

Ye Chunyang threw it aside casually, throwing it aside like trash, and then waved at the crowd.

"Ye Daoyou is merciful! We have no grievances with you, why bother to kill them all!"

"No matter how you say it, I have been with you for several months, and I will never disclose what happened today."

Several people were horrified and begged for mercy loudly.

"Of course I won't kill innocent people indiscriminately, it's just to erase your memory just in case."

Ye Chunyang sneered.

After the words fell, a golden glow flashed in his eyes, and everyone fell into a coma for an instant.

(End of this chapter)