I was forced to control the world of cultivating immortals

"I didn't count the number of these spirit stones, because I can't count them. Take as many as you can."

Tang Yingruo gave an order, and seven or eight strong disciples rushed over carrying a huge treasure chest together.

After putting down the box, they went back, and not long after, another huge treasure box was brought out from the sect's treasure house.

Next, the third, the fourth, the fifth...

Soon, a stick of incense time passed, and these disciples were so tired that they were sweating profusely and panting, so they stopped.

"Sovereign, there are still more than 100 boxes that have not been moved here. Do you think you need to continue moving?"

One of the disciples asked out of breath.

heard.

Tang Yingruo shook her head, waved her hands and said, "Let's take a rest first."

Turning her head, she faced the tens of thousands of disciples present and ordered: "Open your storage bags, whoever does not fill them up today is not allowed to leave."

"Yes!"

All the disciples present were already so excited that they couldn't help themselves, and their hearts were extremely refreshed!
"Our sect is too strong, there are too many spirit stones to count!"

"Hey, following such a sect, the future can be expected!"

"..."

Although these disciples were very excited, the order at the scene was very orderly, no one went up to grab it, and no one crowded out others.

Instead, they consciously lined up, took out their storage bags one by one, and began to pack the spirit stones.

The student at the front of the line has a huge storage bag, which can accommodate ten square meters of space.

But until he filled the storage bag to the brim and couldn't fit any more, there was only a small gap in the spirit stone in the treasure chest, as if the amount he took was pitifully insignificant.

Seeing this, the disciple let out a long sigh: "Oh, if so many spirit stones can be absorbed all of them, everyone in our sect may be a Martial Lord!"

It's no wonder that there are countless sects in the Eastern Desolation, and almost all sects donate treasures and spirit stones like Wan Guo came to court.

This has also led to the fact that what Yi Jianzong lacks most now is Lingshi.

The fastest way for monks to practice is to absorb the aura of heaven and earth.

But things like aura are often only found in the nine heavens, or in some geomantic treasures, which is very rare.

Moreover, almost every feng shui treasure land was occupied by some terrifying strong people early on, and the latecomers were either stronger than him and robbed them, or they were beaten up and left sadly.

Therefore, monks can only choose another method - absorbing spirit stones.

Spiritual stones are different from gold and silver in the common world, and often only some spiritual veins are produced. Spiritual veins are formed by the gathering of pure spiritual energy between heaven and earth. Over time, after forming veins, they will condense into spiritual stones.

It can be said that if you find a spiritual vein, it is equivalent to reaching the sky in one step.

Of course, you have to be strong enough to defend this spiritual vein.

"Everyone is a Martial Lord?"

After hearing the disciple's long sigh, Ye Nan couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and said dissatisfiedly, "Is it just Wujun?"

The disciple was taken aback for a moment, and then asked in puzzlement: "Master Ye, according to what you mean, isn't Martial Lord not enough?"

Ye Nan smiled faintly, "In my opinion, the lowest level must be the Martial King level, right?"

what!
As soon as this remark came out, there was a dead silence around.

All the disciples were so shocked that they couldn't help themselves, they stood stiff in place like wood carvings.

Martial King Realm!
That is a strong man who can shake this continent!

But you must know that Tu Jiuyou had been in seclusion for 30 years, and finally reached the Martial Lord Realm, although this realm is a lot smaller than the Martial King Realm.

But under the display of that strength, the power of one finger covered the entire mountain gate, as if it could wipe out the entire Yi Jianzong, it was so strong that it was outrageous.

It is conceivable how powerful the Martial King Realm, which is stronger than the Martial King Realm, will be.

A disciple gasped, and said frankly, "Uncle Ye, you really dare to say it. You must know that for thousands of years in the Eastern Wasteland, the ceiling for monks to cultivate is the peak of Wujun."

"So far, Yan Nantian is the only one who can step into the half-step Martial King."

"As for the real Martial King Realm, there is none."

"Of course, let's forget about that sword fairy. He is so powerful that he is definitely not something we ants can rashly figure out."

As soon as the disciple finished speaking, the sound of swift and huge footsteps came suddenly. There were so many people and horses that the surrounding ground trembled slightly.

"Pan... It's Panlongzong who brought people to arrive!"

A sharp-eyed disciple looked back, and immediately saw that it was Yuan Hong leading a large group of people and rushing over with heavy gifts.

"Is this... Martial King still at the lowest level?"

While Yuan Hong was rushing towards this side, his expression changed suddenly, he was startled.

He also heard Ye Nan's words just now.

For a moment, he was taken aback, as if he had overturned a bottle of vinegar in his heart, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

For a hidden force like myself who has lived in seclusion for a hundred years and is not easily exposed to the world, no one has ever cultivated to the half-step Martial King.

Even the founding patriarch of his own family had exhausted his life and hadn't cultivated to that level.

But in the eyes of this master swordsman, is he actually planning to break through all the disciples of Yi Jianzong to the Martial King Realm?

Everyone is a martial king?
Moreover, this is the lowest level?
Yuan Hong was stunned, his heartstrings were shaken like a mess, and at the same time he felt that this master swordsman is really a god.

"Ugh……"

In front of Ye Nan, all the disciples couldn't help shaking their heads, "Uncle Shi, you are too high-minded. We feel that we are already very satisfied if we can achieve the peak of Martial Lord."

"As for King Wu, we don't even dare to think about it."

"Yes, yes, Master Ye, don't scare us, our little hearts can't stand such a toss."

"..."

All the disciples spoke one after another, their words full of helplessness.

For them, if they can cultivate to the peak of Martial Lord in this life, they have already honored their ancestors, and they never dare to hope to break through the shackles of Martial Lord and ascend to the Martial King.

If this is the case, it is no longer a surprise, but a shock.

What's more, he has already started to think about Ye Nan in his heart, secretly thinking that Master Ye is only a small Yuan Condensing Realm, so he keeps talking about the Martial King Realm, which is really speechless!

Seeing these disciples shaking their heads and sighing again, Yuan Hong couldn't help laughing and said, "Don't sigh, your Master Ye is not high-minded at all. He is just an ant in his eyes."

heard.

Everyone was taken aback, and hurriedly asked: "Brother Yuan, why did you say that?"

Seeing this, Yuan Hong couldn't help being extremely surprised, and said in puzzlement, "Don't you guys know that your Master Ye's cultivation level is magnificent..."

Snapped!
Just as Yuan Hong said this, he suddenly noticed that Tang Yingruo slapped the table fiercely, and her face changed from the clear sky just now to dark as the sky.

Ye Nan suddenly put on a serious face, and said coldly: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, get out and beat me up!"