Chapter 239

The spiritual energy in this secret realm is very abundant, Qin Ming guessed from the layout of this secret realm that this might be a secret realm dedicated to planting spiritual plants.

"If I can get this secret realm, plus my alchemy ability, I believe there will be no shortage of all the pills in the future, but unfortunately, this secret realm will be closed in time.

If we want to reopen, we have to wait two hundred years later, what a pity! "

Qin Ming drank his tea and listened to the conversations of the disciples around him.

After a while, several other disciples also rushed over.

"Brothers, I'm sorry, I'm late." The short-haired disciple was the last to come over and couldn't help apologizing.

"It's not too late. It just so happens that we can drink tea and take a break. Since you're here, let's go now!" Song Zhou stood up and said.

Everyone got up and walked towards the place where the task was issued.

If you want to go out to pick spiritual plants, you need the permission of the sect, and you need to accept the task.

"What! Picking spiritual plants is not allowed now, are you ready to fight?" Song Zhou stared blankly at the steward, surprised.

The steward in black smiled and said, "You are members of the sect, and now you are about to prepare to fight the Zhengqi sect, so of course you have to contribute."

"But...I..." Song Zhou stammered.

There is no better way to pick spiritual plants than to fight. Although the contribution rewards for killing people are higher, fighting is much more dangerous than picking spiritual plants. If you are not careful, you will lose your life.

"The battle is about to start, and now all the missions have been closed, even the disciples who are missions outside will be called back.

Now even if I send you a mission, it doesn't make sense, why don't I be summoned back? "

The steward said again.

The few people returned to the inn helplessly. Now the battle is about to start. The entire resident is only allowed to enter but not to leave. Moreover, even if they go out, they will be called back. It is better to rest in the inn and recharge your batteries with peace of mind.

The news in the inn has already spread, and now the disciples of the entire sect are discussing about the upcoming battle, some disciples are nervous, some disciples are excited.

"Song Qing, how many people do you think will die in this battle?" Song Zhou worried.

Qin Ming smiled and said, "I believe that if you are smart and don't rush, you will definitely survive."

"Song Zhou, why do you only think about death? This battle is a good opportunity. The contribution made by the sect is very high. If you can kill a few more people, you may have enough resources to be promoted to a great martial artist."

The short-haired disciple patted Song Zhou suddenly and said.

"That's right! This kind of battle is rare, if you miss it, you will lose it!" The other disciples also echoed.

Qin Ming shook his head secretly. These disciples are all cannon fodder. In a real battle, it is unknown how many of them will survive.

Still thinking about credit, it is estimated that this kind of person died first.

"Deng...deng!" A few thick bells rang, and the whole station was boiling.

"Let's go, hurry up and assemble!" the short-haired disciple urged.

"Let's go!" Song Zhou said helplessly. Now that he is in the resident, it is impossible to find a place to hide.

If you don't want to fight, you have to go!

Qin Ming followed Song Zhou and the others to a spacious square. Qin Ming glanced around and saw that the entire square was full of people.

There is a high platform in the middle, on which an old man with white beard and several middle-aged people stand on the platform.

"Look, Elder Yan! This time, Elder Yan is personally presiding over it! It seems that we are really about to start a war with the Zhengqi Sect."

A nearby disciple looked at the old man on the stage and said in surprise.