Ancient Gods

The young man's face was livid, his eyes were full of anger. He never dreamed that Mo Yang would dare to snatch his weapon directly!

"Boy, this is Xuantian Holy Land, you are playing with fire!" He stared at Mo Yang, his words were full of threats.

"Heh, you don't seem to understand the situation yet. It seems that you still don't understand why the flowers are so red!"

Mo Yang said and put the long sword into the ring, then looked up at the young man. His figure flashed, and he came in front of the young man, kicked him in the abdomen, and kicked him out.

"You are only the eighth level of Tianxuan Realm. You don't practice in seclusion, but come here to embarrass yourself. I am ashamed for you!" Mo Yang's face did not show any anger, but he had a faint smile from beginning to end.

But the smile on his face made the other people feel a little scared, and they all dared not to take action.

Because they had already seen that they seemed to be no match for Mo Yang at all. Once they took action, they would probably get a few more slaps.

Although they were afraid and wanted to retreat, Mo Yang looked at them with an indescribable weirdness in his eyes.

"Boy, what do you want to do?" The three of them were all nervous and hurriedly put their weapons into the storage ring, fearing that Mo Yang would come to snatch them.

But at this moment, a figure flashed from a distance and then slowly floated in front of the attic.

This person was none other than the Saint of Xuantian Holy Land - Yu Yao.

She frowned and looked at the scene in front of her. The blood-red palm prints on the faces of the four people were extremely eye-catching, which made her look at Mo Yang.

"What are you doing here?" She glanced at Mo Yang, then looked at several disciples of the Holy Land and asked in a cold voice.

The four people's faces changed drastically. Seeing that the person coming was Yu Yao, they hurriedly saluted, and then seemed to remember something, and all of them hurriedly reached out to cover the five finger prints on their faces.

"I'm playing games with them, right?"

Mo Yang spoke first, and as he spoke, he looked at those people with a questioning tone. The smile on his face was very peaceful and indescribably friendly.

The faces of several disciples from Xuantian Holy Land turned pale, and they regretted it so much...

If they had known it would be like this, they would never dare to provoke this smiling tiger. He looked peaceful and honest on the surface, but he was cruel in his heart, and he was so fucking black that he even robbed weapons directly.

And playing games, playing your sister's games...Several people kept cursing Mo Yang in their hearts.

"Playing games?" Yu Yao frowned. Now she didn't dare to believe a word of Mo Yang's words. Looking at the changes in the expressions of those people, she had already guessed a little in her heart.

And these four disciples were all next to this attic, so it was easy to figure it out. I'm afraid that the disciples of the Holy Land came to provoke Mo Yang, and judging from the situation, it was a case of losing more than stealing the chicken.

"Yes, we are having a lot of fun. Why don't you come and play, Saint Sister? These guys are too shameless. They slapped my hands so hard that they hurt. You come and do it for me. They are still 30 slaps short of me!" Mo Yang said seriously.

The four Xuantian Holy Land disciples were originally full of anger and couldn't help but want to scold them, because in their opinion, Yu Yao was the Saint of Xuantian Holy Land after all, and she would most likely stand on their side.

But hearing Mo Yang's words "Saint Sister", and the fact that the Saint, who had always been in their eyes like a cloud, didn't react, made their hearts cold in an instant.

Obviously, this guy has an unusual relationship with the Saint, otherwise the Saint would never allow this guy to call her like this.

Yu Yao's forehead was covered with black lines. She knew a little about Mo Yang's virtue, but she didn't expect this guy to be so bold that he dared to treat the disciples of Xuantian Holy Land like this in Xuantian Holy Land.

"Hmph, why don't you leave?" She frowned and couldn't help but snorted coldly, looking at the four disciples.

She certainly couldn't help Mo Yang to humiliate the disciples of her own sect, but she thought about it and guessed the general reason. The cause must be on these four disciples, so she didn't target Mo Yang.

The four disciples didn't dare to stay when they heard it, and turned around and retreated in a hurry. Before leaving, they didn't forget to look at Mo Yang fiercely.

Mo Yang didn't say anything. After all, this is Xuantian Holy Land, and some things can't be too excessive.

After watching the four people walk away, Yu Yao stared at Mo Yang and said, "You are quite courageous. You dare to humiliate my disciples in our holy land like this!"

Mo Yang spread his hands indifferently and said, "They are itching for a fight. What can I do? As the saying goes, a gentleman helps others to achieve their goals. How can I not satisfy their small wishes!"

Yu Yao was a little amused. Before she could say anything, Mo Yang looked at him curiously and said, "I haven't seen you for a few days. Sister Saint has become more beautiful... Tell me, what do you want to see me for? You are not here to get beaten, are you?"

Yu Yao frowned and glared at Mo Yang coldly.

But she didn't say anything. After a slight pause, she said, "Do you have any other recipes for elixirs?"

"There are also alchemy techniques. If you are willing to exchange, you can make the conditions!"

When it comes to the recipe, she can't calm down. The recipe of the Shengyuan Pill that she exchanged from Mo Yang before surprised the alchemists in the Alchemy Pavilion of Xuantian Holy Land.

Because the recipe for the pill was extremely sophisticated, the combination of the medicinal materials was perfect, but they tried to refine a few pills, the ingredients were exactly the same, but the efficacy was far inferior to that of Mo Yang's.

After several days of research, those alchemists all agreed that the problem may lie in the alchemy method, which caused the elixir to be insufficiently concentrated.

When Mo Yang heard this, he couldn't help frowning and looking at Yu Yao, and said, "What do you mean?"

He also had some doubts in his heart as to why Yu Yao mentioned the alchemy technique.

"To tell you the truth, the Holy Yuan Dan recipe you gave me before was refined in the Alchemy Pavilion of our Holy Land, but the refined Holy Yuan Dan was far less effective than the one you refined. Several alchemists thought that The problem lies in the alchemy technique!"

Yu Yao didn't beat around the bush and said it directly.

Mo Yang was slightly stunned, feeling that it might not only be the reason for the alchemy technique, after all, his alchemy furnace was a creation furnace, and that thing was not an ordinary thing at first glance. After all, it was something from the Star Emperor Tower.

And the mysterious flame that he called the Fire of Creation was related to the Great Emperor, so how could it be a mortal thing.

Seeing Mo Yang's hesitant look and not knowing what he was thinking about, Yu Yao said: "Of course, if you are unwilling to exchange, we will not force it!"

She had already thought about it. Even if Mo Yang asked her for some skills from the Holy Land, she would be willing to give them. After all, this kind of exchange would be of great benefit to Xuantian Holy Land.

"This is really not possible!" Mo Yang shook his head directly.

Yu Yao frowned and couldn't help but said: "If you are willing to exchange, we can exchange it with you for a set of extremely powerful sword manuals!"

"No change!" Mo Yang was very decisive.

If it were in the past, he might be tempted, but since he knew that the Star Emperor Sutra he practiced was an imperial method, he had no interest in other methods.

Now he has only reached the second floor of the Star Emperor Tower. There are still third, fourth, and eighth floors above. There must be no shortage of techniques inside.