Unlike the bloody storm in the spiritual realm, the sun is bright and peaceful outside, but it is also surging. The super strong men from the seven major sects are competing to overwhelm other sects with their disciples' picking achievements, especially in the Wanbeast Mountain. Gui Jianchou Diao Hande was unable to hold back because his disciples suffered too many casualties, so he was very dissatisfied with Fengminggu and wanted to compare with the other party.

As for the eight-handed Hu disciple in Wanzhou Mountain, he was the strongest one in this sect. He was at the late stage of the Zhifu Mansion, and was no less than that of Fengming Valley. His abilities were extraordinary. When he showed off the herbs he collected, the onlookers couldn't help but surprise him. There were actually as many as forty-five plants, and the level was not weak, and the number was higher than that of Fengming Valley.

Just now, like the first round, there is no doubt that Wanzhou Mountain has the upper hand. Diao Hande showed a smug look and snorted coldly: "See, this is the gap."

A hint of anger flashed in Qin Cheng's eyes and he snorted coldly: "What are you busy with? There are only ten disciples from Wanbeast Mountain. We Fengming Valley disciples have four more than you. Let's take a look..."

Diao Hande said disdainfully: "There is no more soldiers, but the essence is the use of raising a bunch of waste. What's the use of our Wanwan Mountain disciples? We can fight two with one."

Qin Cheng said in a deep voice: "Bad, I've all died in the spiritual realm, and I'm still embarrassed to brag."

It was like the scar was revealed, and there was a bloody pain, which made Diao Hande furious, "My surname is Qin, what do you mean? Do you want to fight?"

Qin Cheng also glared at him, "I'll fight if I'm afraid of you..."

Weng Qianling from Xingyue Palace said with a smile: "Stop making trouble, you two, please check the disciples' gains as soon as possible. This is also a contest. We all want to see who calls him."

As soon as this said, Dongfang Li and others also cheered: "That's right, let's do the serious business. If you two old guys fight, you probably won't be able to finish it in a day or a night. We don't have the patience to wait here."

"It's easier to use herbs to determine the outcome, so continue."

The two strong men gave up and asked the disciples to come forward to hand over the herbs. The disciples of Yunlan Palace in Fengming Valley have gained a good harvest. The next few people handed over more than twenty herbs, as well as a dozen, which made Qin Cheng feel satisfied. He glanced over and saw that the disciples of Wanzhou Mountain were also very powerful. They seemed to have more herbs than their own disciples, which made him feel a little scared. Then he thought that there were four more disciples in this sect, which should be able to beat the other party.

Thinking of this, Qin Cheng felt much more relieved, but the next scene made him very angry and almost fainted. It turned out that Zhao Ran and three other disciples came close to him and seemed to be injured. The face looked decadent, and there were bandages on his body, and there were hidden blood.

Many disciples gathered their eyes, especially the group of people in Yunlan Palace, which was of great importance. The amount of herbs directly affected the reputation of the sect and the face of Uncle Qin. He hoped that the three of them would bring surprises to them. Unexpectedly, Zhao Ran and the other three did not hand over half of the herbs, but instead knelt on the ground in unison, and their bodies seemed to be trembling because of fear.

The actions of the three people made the onlookers more and more curious. Almost all of them gathered their eyes, which also made Lieyundao Qin Cheng stunned. An ominous sign appeared in his heart, and he frowned and said, "What's wrong with you?"

These three guys were even more scared and silent. Uncle Master actually bet with Gui Jianchou and called each other, and they obviously took off their hind legs. If Fengminggu loses, they will not be ruined.

Zhao Ran lowered his head and said tremblingly: "Uncle Returning to Master... All the herbs we picked were taken away by someone, and none of them were left..."

"Coax..." The people around couldn't help but make a sound, feeling that it was too dramatic. Originally, there were many disciples in Fengming Valley, so Qin Cheng was confident to bet with Diao Hande. Now that it was better, three disciples actually came back empty-handed, and none of them were hairy.

Liang Xin and Guan Jiao and other groups of Star Moon Palace female disciples flashed with gloating eyes. In fact, they were the culprits. They stole the herbs from three guys and cursed in their hearts, saying, "I deserve it, who made you have bad quality go against your classmates everywhere."

"What?" Qin Cheng's body trembled as if five thunders were thundering, his face turned pale, and he said with gritted teeth: "You say something else?"

Zhao Ran bit the bullet and said, "We were robbed, there is no herb to hand over..."

"Bastard!" Qin Cheng was furious and his feet were like lightning. Everyone felt a flash of eyes, and screams were heard one after another. Three unlucky guys were kicked out and landed on the snow more than ten meters away, wriggling in pain, but several of their ribs were kicked off.

In a rage, Qin Cheng cursed: "Baby, why haven't you died in the spiritual realm? It's so embarrassing."

"Hahaha..." Diao Hande's ecstatic laughter came from beside him, and the old guy said with a smug attitude: "Miaoji, the three little guys are so cute, they look like undercover in our Wanshou Mountain."

A group of onlookers also shook their heads, thinking that Qin Cheng's luck was too bad. Three disciples came back empty-handed. It seems that they have no advantages. The ending is really hard to guess!

Next, the two sects successively handed over the herbs, and a group of Yunlan Palace disciples handed over all. Looking at the Wanzhou Mountain, the results of the eight disciples were already quite rich, with more herbs than Fengming Valley. Qin Cheng became more and more worried, and his eyes fell on the faces of the three ordinary disciples, almost despair. Even if the disciples of Yunlan Palace failed to surpass others, how could they expect the remaining three? After all, it was a miracle that ordinary disciples could come out alive from the spiritual realm.

When it was Ling Xiao's turn, he handed over twenty herbs, and his grades were quite appropriate, better than some of the disciples of Yunlan Palace. Qin Cheng nodded to show encouragement, thinking that as the leader of the seven heroes of the world, the young man was indeed a craftable material and should focus on cultivation in the future.

Then there was Ji Xue. He found that a group of strong men and many disciples were looking at her. The little girl raised the huge peaks, and a smile appeared on her charming face. She fully exerted her charm to the extreme with her hips twisted, making many male disciples drool.

When he got closer, Ji Xue said in a coquettish voice: "See Uncle Master."

Qin Cheng nodded with a stern face and was deeply impressed by this female disciple who showed off her charm. Because the other party was weak, he was definitely at the level of cannon fodder in the early stage of building a platform. It was a blessing that he could come out safely. He didn't expect the little girl to be able to deliver vegetables. He thought about it and could hand over one or two spiritual herbs. Maybe he had no gains like those three beasts, and it would be useless. It seemed that the situation was hopeless. I wanted to call Diao Hande the master, sad!
Chapter completed!