The next day, before dawn, Ye Chen put on his black robe and went to Hengyue Lingshan.

For the first time, Yiru went straight to the back mountain, then changed into tattered clothes, messed up his hair, smeared mud on his face, and finally hid in the lush weeds.

"Stop after this vote." Ye Chen made such a decision in his heart while staring at the past Hengyue disciple.

He thought he was meticulous and had a thorough plan.

However, there is no airtight wall, and you should stop when you see it. God knows where the mistake he never thought of will occur, which will cause him a murder.

As the sky was completely bright, more and more people appeared on the back mountain of Hengyue Sect.

However, Ye Chen discovered a strange phenomenon, that is, the Diyang Peak disciples who came to pick the spirit grass today were described alone, either in groups of three or in groups of five. They all came in teams.

"Pick a spiritual herb and form a team." Ye Chen's mouth sneered in the weeds.

It seems that Di Yangfeng's disciples have learned to be smart, for fear that someone will knock their slap behind them, so they formed a team to pick the spiritual grass.

After understanding this, Ye Chen was a little confused.

Although he believed that his current cultivation level and strength were not afraid of any disciples of Diyang Peak, even if they were in groups of three or five, Ye Chen had the confidence to knock them all down.

However, this is not a valley. If you fail to deceive them all at the first time, there will be trouble and more likely to attract more people. That is the most nonsense.

Um?

When he was struggling, Ye Chen saw a familiar figure from afar.

The guy had red eyes and a gloomy face, as if everyone owed him a lark stone. After a closer look, wasn't it Zhao Long?

"You dare to come out alone, you're very brave!" Ye Chen sneered in the weeds, and had already found a black iron stick from the storage bag.

However, Ye Chen was about to set off, but he found that Zhao Long had also taken out a black iron rod from the storage bag. Ye Chen was stunned on the spot.

Ye Chen shrank back before he moved.

His eyes moved with Zhao Long's figure. He saw Zhao Long walking straight behind a disciple of Tianyang Peak with a black iron stick, and then swung it down neatly. The disciple of Tianyang Peak fell down on the spot.

Well....!

Ye Chen opened his mouth and stood there on the spot.

"Let your Tianyang Peak plot against our Diyang Peak, let your Tianyang Peak plot against our Diyang Peak." When Ye Chen was stunned, Zhao Long swung the iron rod again and smashed the disciple of Tianyang Peak who had fainted.

As soon as these words came out, Ye Chen couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth.

OK! This incident of two slapping incidents, Ge Hong, Diyang Peak, is counted on Tianyang Peak.

Seeing this scene, Ye Chen, who was among the weeds, couldn't help but rub his eyebrows.

This was something he had never expected. His target was Diyang Peak, but he did not expect Diyang Peak to determine that Tianyang Peak was the murderer.

For a moment, Ye Chen's face became a little wonderful. He understood why the disciples of Diyang Peak formed a team to the back mountain today. They did not come to pick spirit grass, but they were clearly tying up a group to knock on the stick.

ah……!

Sure enough, a scream like a pig slaughter came from the northeast direction soon.

ah……!

Another scream came from the northwest direction.

ah…….!

A scream from the southeast also came.

ah……..!

Then there was the southwest direction, and the screams were so cunning.

Soon, the noise sounded, and people gathered here in every direction, all the disciples of Diyang Peak, and everyone was holding a black iron stick in their hands.

"I knocked on two Tianyang Peaks."

"I knocked three of them on Yangfeng."

"I knocked on one Tianyang Peak and two Renyang Peaks."

Diyang Peak disciples all repaid their own results, with either resentment, cheerfulness, or excitement.

"Retreat!" As Zhao Long waved his hand, Diyang Peak's disciples retreated from the back mountain of Hengyue Sect one after another.

After everyone left, Ye Chen jumped out of the weeds and clenched his ears with dry cough, "You can't blame me for this."

As he said that, he also covered his black robe and quickly withdrew from the back mountain of Hengyue Sect. This place was already a place of trouble and could not stay anymore.

He knew that in the future, the back mountain of Hengyue Sect would no longer be calm.

People from Diyang Peak will think that the people who are calculating them are Renyang Peak and Tianyang Peak.

The Renyang Summit thought it was caused by Tianyang Summit.

The Tianyang Summit thought it was the reason why Renyang Summit was done.

The three main peaks of the outer sect are mutually restrained and have always been open and secretly fighting each other, so they are naturally inseparable from mutual suspicion.

At this moment, no matter who was the first to hit the slap, it was destined to be difficult to explain clearly at this time.

Why!

Ye Chen rubbed his temples, "It's a sin!"

He could already imagine the scene in the next few days. When the disciples of the three main peaks went to the back mountain to collect spiritual medicine, they would definitely bring a black iron stick.

After leaving the back mountain of Hengyue Sect, Ye Chen went to Wanbao Pavilion.

Just now, Pang Dahai, who was studying ancient books behind the counter, glanced at Ye Chen and said angrily, "Boy, this is broad daylight, what does it mean to put on a black robe."

Well….!

Ye Chen smiled. He didn't want to let people know that he had recovered as soon as possible. He was blindfolded in black robe. He never thought that he could not escape the eyes of Pang Dahai.

"I'll get out of bed and walk so soon after being fire whipped. Boy, your bones are hard enough!" Pang Dahai put down the ancient book, looked at Ye Chen with bright eyes, as if he wanted to break some clues.

"Elder, do you know that I was whipped?"

"No, the whole outer door, who doesn't know."

Hearing this, Ye Chen couldn't help but cough dryly, and then handed over a storage bag, "Elder, Snow Magnolia."

After taking the storage bag, Pang Dahai glanced inside and found that there were as many as 6,000 spirit stones. Even he couldn't help but be shocked. An intern disciple in the Qi Condensation Realm actually had so many spirit stones, which would be strange if there was no problem.

"Where do you get so many spirit stones?" Although Pang Dahai didn't have the habit of digging into the bottom line, he couldn't help asking.

“Picked up.”

"I picked it up? You picked it up a lot!"

"Good luck, good luck." Ye Chen touched the tip of his nose.

"Tell me another day that I will go and pick up some too." Pang Dahai glanced at Ye Chen, but did not ask any further. Instead, he took out a storage bag from his arms and handed it to Ye Chen.

After taking the storage bag, Ye Chen stuffed it into his arms, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he looked at Pang Dahai and asked, "Elder, is our Hengyue Sect's library open to intern disciples?"

"On the last day of each month, only that day will be open to intern disciples."

"That's all three days later." Ye Chen murmured in a low voice, turned around and walked out of the library.

After Ye Chen left, Pang Dahai stroked his beard, and the old eyes were full of deep meaning, "This kid is such a freak."
Chapter completed!