The Dao dies but I live on, the spiritual energy dries up but I remain evergreen

The competition for the King of Medicine Ginseng is very exciting.

The prince put the ginseng into a brocade bag and took a few steps when a man jumped out from the bushes and grabbed the brocade bag on the prince's waist at an extremely fast speed.

In just a moment, it was snatched away.

The prince was so angry that he picked up his sword and chased after him, cursing the other party as a shameless thief on the way.

Fortunately, the figure that emerged from the bushes soon reached a dead end and had to turn around to fight.

The two men were agile. The man kicked the wall and pounced on the prince like a nimble cheetah.

The prince dodged sideways, shouted loudly, swept up the dust on the ground with his sword, and then took the opportunity to kill and stab.

Suddenly, there were ping-pong sounds coming from the woods. The prince's sword intent was attached to his sword moves, and every move was deadly.

In fact, in this era.

Even the sword intent was suppressed.

Otherwise, even without spiritual energy, some powerful sword intent alone can still cut through mountains and seas.

This... is a desperate time.

With spiritual energy as the root and all things as the veins, it withers in all directions.

However, having said that, the power of the sword moves attached to the sword intent was still greatly enhanced. After a few rounds, the man was defeated and had no choice but to hand over the Medicine King Ginseng.

Although the prince was angry, he didn't want to push people too far.

This "life span dispute" has not yet resulted in any casualties. They are just wary of each other and want to protect their little fortune.

The assassination a few years ago taught all the princes of the Lingtian Dynasty a profound lesson.

However, the prince was unable to keep the Medicine King Ginseng in the end.

It was snatched away by the confidant of the Seventeenth Prince. The prince was furious and left after saying something cruel.

Yaowang ginseng has been circulated for several times.

Finally, it fell into the hands of Jingyang, the friend of the fifth prince.

Jingyang was once a prodigy of the Fuyao Holy Land and was extremely talented. Although he could not compare with the Holy Son and Holy Daughter who were at the peak of their careers in that holy land, he was still famous.

He is a genius at the “big star” level.

After a few rounds of fighting, everyone realized that they were no match for this man, so no one tried to snatch it anymore.

It’s not that Jingyang’s earthly martial arts are too good.

But his physique was extremely miraculous, his reaction speed and strength were far greater than others, coupled with his not-so-bad martial arts...

The results speak for themselves.

Just when everyone thought that the dust had settled.

A bald old monk blocked Jingyang's way.

"Donor, this thing is destined to be with me. Would you be willing to give it to me?" The old monk said calmly, the wrinkles on his face almost covering his eyes.

Yang Yang didn't waste any words and took the initiative to attack. He stomped his foot on the ground with a huge recoil force, raising a cloud of dust. He approached the monk in an instant and swung his right leg like a whip...

Snapped!

The old monk took it with one hand.

His pupils were faintly visible between his wrinkled eyes, and they were gleaming with an icy cold light.

The old monk pushed hard, and as Jingyang retreated and lost his balance, he grabbed his ankle with his backhand, pulled him back, and pushed him with his shoulder.

After a muffled sound.

Jingyang retreated dozens of steps before he could barely steady himself.

In the distance, Li Changxiao and the other man who had been watching the battle had solemn expressions on their faces.

Especially Zhao Qing.

"If you don't use spiritual energy, how confident are you that you can defeat this person?" Li Changxiao asked curiously.

"Without using spiritual energy, I am not as good as him." Zhao Qing said calmly: "But if I use spiritual energy, I can defeat him, but I can't kill him."

"Oh, I see." Li Changxiao felt that Zhao Qing was most likely mistaken.

This dead end...

He really couldn't help.

However, he was secretly confident that if a fight really broke out, running away would not be a problem.

The means of running away has always been his trump card.

When he was in the foundation-building stage, he had a glorious record of successfully escaping from the hands of a spirit-transforming cultivator.

After the Nascent Soul stage, his ability to escape became even more mysterious. It was not because of his speed, as his speed had never been fast, but it was related to the ability of "dream".

If the opponent is determined to kill him, he will be the happiest, because not only will he not die, but he can also exhaust the opponent to death.

“Though it may not be helpful.”

"But I don't like to owe money, because I'm always afraid that I won't be able to pay it back after sleeping with it..."

"Well, five hundred taels of silver, plus half a piece of ginger, still have to be paid."

"Besides, we are friends, so I guess I can help as much as I can."

After taking a sip of wine, Li Changxiao murmured in a voice that only he could hear.

After saying that, he turned and looked at Zhao Qing.

I felt a little complicated for a moment.

If this dead end is inevitable, how would she feel at this moment?

boom!

There was a flurry of fistfights and palms.

Jingyang was completely defeated.

The Medicine King Ginseng fell into the hands of the old monk.

"Is he short of life? That's right, he looks quite old." Li Changxiao asked with a frown.

"I don't know." Zhao Qing shook his head, "But I know that he is definitely not doing this to prolong his life, but for other purposes."

"And this purpose..."

She didn't continue.

She wanted to say that it might be aimed at her, but after searching her memory, she really couldn't figure out how this Medicine King was involved in killing her.

"Let's go, the dust has settled." Zhao Qing looked deeply at the bald old monk.

……

"What, Brother Jingyang, even you failed?"

"Damn it, how is that possible!"

……

The foot of Shenxiu Mountain.

Li Tianyu only waited for bad news.

To his relief.

The other princes and princesses also failed.

He looked at Li Tianxia.

I sneered in my heart, my dear sister, even though she did so many things behind the scenes, she still failed in the end.

The biggest reason for his failure in this trip was his sister Li Tianxia.

However, Li Tianxia looked calm at this moment, as if she had expected it.

……

Lingtian Dynasty.

The northernmost place.

There is an endless desert.

In the wind and sand, a village is looming.

A white-haired man, holding a chess piece between his fingers, dropped it and said calmly, "You lose."

"Alas." The man sitting opposite was a middle-aged man with a dark complexion. "You are just a fortune teller. If I play again, I will definitely beat you."

"Even if we give it another thousand, the result will be the same." The white-haired man said calmly.

The middle-aged man with a dark complexion laughed and said, "Then bring another thousand."

The white-haired man shook his head. "If the old monk and the others hadn't gone out, and there were only you and me here, I wouldn't play chess with a lousy chess player like you."

"That's right." The pale-faced man said, "The blood and energy needed for the Pingtian Compass will be available soon."

"However, after the spiritual energy of this item was exhausted, it was severely damaged. Once opened, it cannot be closed until it is completely discarded."

"No problem." The white-haired man's eyes flashed, and he looked at the chessboard and said, "Let's start closing the net."