Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

C734 Material Battle Two



C734 Material Battle Two

A long line had formed in front of Lee Zong's courtyard. Although Yang Xuan had already seen how the prisoners of Imperial Prison attacked Lee Zong together the last time the ghost cultivators came to the capital, it was only a short while ago. Yang Xuan did not carefully observe the prisoners.    

    

This time, standing behind Lee Zong, Yang Xuan finally knew how powerful the hundreds of prisoners in Imperial Prison were.    

    

There were small boxes used to store supplies. Lee Zong had placed a restrictive spell on these boxes. The only way to open these boxes was to know how to break the restrictive spell. Or Lee Zong could personally remove the restriction. Otherwise, if anyone wanted to break the seal with brute force... The seal would destroy the entire box, including the resources.    

    

The purpose of Lee Zong doing this was naturally to ensure that no one would consume the resources in the box in advance during the seven days of the war for resources.    

    

Every time someone took a piece of the supplies from Lee Zong, a layer of mark would appear on his body. As long as this layer of imprint was still on his body, it meant that the material on his body had not been stolen. The more imprints on a person's body, the more resources he would have.    

    

"There is no light in Imperial Prison, there is no freedom at all. Even the most strong-willed cultivators would feel bored after staying here for a long time."    

    

Lee Zong said to Yang Xuan as he took out the materials from the storage bag and handed them to each prisoner.    

    

Hearing Lee Zong's words, Yang Xuan looked at Lee Zong with admiration and said, "So, you think of this way to make them fall into an endless fight?"    

    

"That's right. After finding something for these people to do, I can rest easy. Otherwise, these people who were powerful and knew that there was no hope for them to increase their strength. If they come and cause trouble for me every day, I won't be able to take it."    

    

Lee Zong nodded his head. It wasn't strange that Yang Xuan could understand his intention. However, he still gave Yang Xuan a praising look and said to him, "Kid, I suggest you stay here for the first two days of the competition. Don't rush to fight, just observe quietly. There are all kinds of strange people and unusual things in Imperial Prison. If you are not prepared well... If you fail in your mission, I won't help you take revenge."    

    

Yang Xuan nodded seriously when he heard Lee Zong's words. Two hours had passed since dawn. During this period of time, Yang Xuan had only seen one late Fifth Stage warrior, and the weakest among them. Red Lotus was also at the early Sixth Stage.    

    

This was the first time Yang Xuan had seen such a dense group of high grade warriors. Even in the Myriad Spirit Sect... There weren't many Fifth Stage cultivators. There were even fewer Sixth Stage warriors.    

    

When he thought about what Yang Xuan knew in the capital, there were only a few dozen Sixth Stage warriors in total. If these prisoners were allowed to stay in Imperial Prison... Not to mention a lot of them, even if half of them were to run out, it would still cause a storm of blood in the Wei Kingdom.    

    

However, judging from the looks of these people in front of Lee Zong, it was obvious how terrifying the pressure Lee Zong exerted on these people in the Imperial Prison was.    

    

Of course, not everyone was afraid of Lee Zong.    

    

"Jiejie, Jiejie, it's time for you guys to give me gifts again. Am I right?"    

    

A burst of arrogant laughter came from the sky, followed by a puff of black smoke. An old man with white hair and a black robe quickly descended from the sky. His gaze swept across everyone present before landing. He saw that the man who stood in front of Lee Zong was pulled away and walked into the group. He took a box from Lee Zong and threw it into the storage bag.    

    

The man who was being pulled away had an ugly expression on his face. However, after looking at the old man... He could only grit his teeth and stand behind the old man. However, the old man turned his head around and looked at the person behind him in confusion. He said, "Hey, didn't you take away your share of goods? Why haven't you left yet? "    

    

"Old dog Wu, don't go too far."    

    

He had been openly and openly robbed of resources by the old man, and had even been provoked in front of his face. That person's face suddenly became somewhat embarrassed, and he gritted his teeth as he looked at the old man and said. However, the elder seemed to have heard a huge joke as he laughed loudly. He said, "Is that so? Then I will go too far. What can you do to me?"    

    

"You..."    

    

That person looked at the old man with resentment, but he could only take this loss. He turned around and left the group, but he did not leave. Instead, he stood not far away, as if he was waiting for something.    

    

At this moment, the ground suddenly shook. Yang Xuan looked into the distance, puzzled. He found that the ground in the distance had started to bulge, as if someone had crawled over from the ground.    

    

Before Yang Xuan could react to what was happening, the bump had already arrived in front of everyone from a hundred meters away. Then, a tall figure emerged from the ground and let out a loud laugh.    

    

Yang Xuan raised his head and looked at the tall figure that came out from the ground. The figure was about three meters tall. As soon as the tall figure appeared, it headed towards the group that had just entered. The old man who was snatching other people's resources walked over. Then, the tall figure waved his huge fist and threw it at the old man.    

    

"Old thief Wu Feng, last time you took advantage of the fact that I failed to break through and was in a weakened state. You attacked me. This time, I've already consolidated my cultivation. You still haven't obediently returned the goods you stole from me last time?"    

    

"Return them? In your dreams."    

    

The huge fist carried a weight of over a thousand kilograms as it smashed towards the old man's head. However, the old man was calm and composed. He looked at the tall figure with contempt as he raised a hand.    

    

The fist of the tall figure fell down but was caught by Wu Feng with one hand. As the two people's strength collided, a huge storm swept up in the surroundings, sweeping up the sand on the ground.    

    

There were even people who were not strong. After being swept by the storm, they retreated several steps in succession before finally stabilizing their bodies with great difficulty.    

    

A shocked expression appeared on Yang Xuan's face. He could sense the strength of the two people in front of him. Both of them were at the peak of Sixth Stage, and they were equally matched. If he insisted on distinguishing them, the tall figure might have the advantage in size. However, the old man was able to easily take a punch from the tall figure with one hand. It seemed like he was also an expert who walked the path of strength.    

    


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