One of the leading young dragons roared angrily.

"Zhang Quan! Hand over that holy weapon. Otherwise, even if the masters from the Taichu Holy Land come today, you won't be able to escape!"

Zhang Quan, dressed in white, was covered in blood, his skin was broken, and he was in an extremely miserable state. He grasped the hilt of the sword, trying to subdue it by force.

Seeing this, Ye Changqing glanced at it and said with some boredom: "Don't look at it, it's just a mid-level holy weapon, not a treasure. Let's go."

Just as he was about to leave with Sun Yuan and others, the holy weapon held in Zhang Quan's hand suddenly flew out of his hand and flew towards Ye Changqing.

Then... she stopped beside Ye Changqing and rubbed the corner of his clothes, as if to please him.

A reminder sounded in my mind.

[Because your luck and talent are so strong, Mingxuan Sword took the initiative to show goodwill after discovering you, wanting to submit and acknowledge its master.]

The corner of Ye Changqing's mouth twitched slightly. It seemed... this trouble could not be avoided.

Originally, I didn’t want to confront the top Taoist sect in Jinlongzhou so soon.

Seeing this, Sun Yuan and others couldn't help but hold their foreheads.

According to the plan, they were to develop for two years, but now it seems... that is no longer possible.

The only ones who dare to hunt down the disciples of Taichu Holy Land are the other two families in Jinlongzhou.

The Son of Evergreen God...even if he doesn't cause trouble, some causes and effects will take the initiative to approach him.

Zhang Quan was stunned upon seeing this, and then he showed his anger: "You and I are both human, why are you trying to snatch my opportunity treasure!"

The dragon-like creatures also transformed into humanoid forms and landed on the ground, their expressions unfriendly. "Hand over this thing, and I'll leave you with an intact body."