Chapter 173 Ye Yang's Strength Changes and Gains

After seeing the two leave, Gu Xuan walked to Ye Yang, patted his shoulder with his hand, and passed a magic power to him.

Ye Yang felt much better, because he had just used the withered hand to forcibly absorb the life essence of the surrounding trees and vines.

The external injuries have healed a lot, but Luo Changsheng's heart sword method is too overbearing.

While ignoring defense, he can also use the world as a sword to cut from the heart, making it hard to defend.

"I'm fine."

While speaking, Ye Yang's face was as pale as gold paper, and he accidentally coughed up a mouthful of blood sputum. He had just fought a big battle with Luo Changsheng.

He used the Thirteen Swords of Time twice with all his strength, and his magic power was exhausted and his whole body was weak.

This Thirteen Swords of Time is worthy of being the inheritance of the ancient demon king Changsheng Lao, and it is indeed overbearing.

It can actually forcibly cut off people's time, but the power of time is like the inn of heaven and earth, which can be encountered but not sought, elusive, and difficult to find.

Even though he had cultivated the Elephant Demon Fist to the great perfection, and his body was like a diamond, invincible in a hundred battles, and his flesh and blood were like copper skin and iron bones, he still felt bad. Two cuts were the limit.

If it were a cultivator who did not cultivate his physical strength, one cut would probably be a struggle.

Fortunately, the purple-faced real person came, otherwise, he would definitely not be able to hold on.

Ye Yang held his chest, holding the lucky dragon bead tightly in his hand, and felt the lucky red knife on his body trembling slightly, as if it was excited.

This lucky red knife can conceal the breath of a person, making it difficult for people to find it. Since it was obtained in the longevity barrier, it has not moved for a long time.

At this moment, connected with the dragon bead, it finally felt different.

Gu Xuan saw Ye Yang spit out another mouthful of blood, and said: "This is a heart-protecting pill, which is quite useful for treating heart damage. You keep it well."

After that, he took out a glass-colored jade bottle, which contained about three or four pills. The pills were elegant and light yellow, similar to the heart, but more round and petite.

Ye Yang accepted the bottle of Heart Protecting Pill, and Gu Xuan sighed secretly: "Heal your wounds well, and I will definitely repay this contempt in the future..."

When he said this, he stopped talking. Although Feitianmen is already a big sect within a thousand miles, it is not enough to face those real people.

Not to mention that there may be a more powerful mysterious force behind Luo Changsheng.

"Master, don't worry, I'm fine. Although Feitianmen is still weak now, we will definitely not be weaker than others in the future."

"What a good way to be not weaker than others, you and I, the sect should be like this."

Gu Xuan secretly clenched his fists, his heart full of fighting spirit. Facing the real people who were domineering in his own territory, he didn't dare to take action, and he felt very aggrieved.

"Sooner or later, this Feitianmen will become a holy place for cultivation under my governance, let thousands of people submit, and be admired by the aristocratic families, and no one will dare to despise it again!"

The bright moon was hanging high, the breeze was blowing, and the two stood in the mountains.

Gu Xuan spoke again: "It's difficult for you."

Ye Yang shook his head: "Master, you are too polite. This is what I should do. There is no such thing as difficult."

"You know the general situation and are mature and steady. I want to ask you what you practice for."

Gu Xuan suddenly spoke, and Ye Yang did not answer immediately. He thought for a while before speaking.

"Live a long life, eat wind and drink dew, see the ups and downs of the world, catch turtles in the five oceans, and reach the moon in the sky."

Hearing this, Gu clapped his hands and said: "Good ambition, good ambition, you have paid so much for the sect, the sect cannot let you down."

After that, he continued: "Don't you have a pet of a magic elephant? The practice of magic elephants is a waste of resources. You hang the magic elephant in the sect and receive the salary as a guardian of the martial realm in the future."

Ye Yang heard this, and a trace of joy flashed in his heart. The cultivation of magic elephants is quite expensive, and the spiritual herbs and spiritual food required for daily practice are expensive.

In recent years, Feitianmen has had more spiritual stones, so the treatment of the guardians in the martial realm has been improved a lot. There are more than 2,000 spiritual stones in subsidies every year, but if they are used for cultivation, there may not be much left.

The most important thing is that once the elephant demon receives the salary from Feitianmen, he can have a long-term and stable source of wealth, which is the most precious thing.

However, Ye Yang is still a little worried.

"Then who will own this demon elephant?"

Gu Xuan rolled his eyes at him: "It is said that you are smooth and mature, and you are worried about your actions. It is true. You can rest assured that the demon elephant is still your own demon pet, and it is difficult for outsiders to interfere."

Ye Yang finally put his mind at ease. It is not that he is a mean man, but if many things are not agreed upon in the early stage, it may involve a lot of unnecessary troubles in the future.

What he is afraid of is that the sect will take a fancy to the combat power of the scaled demon elephant and force it into the sect's cultivation system.

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After bidding farewell to Gu Xuan, Ye Yang returned to the courtyard alone.

The next morning, the smoke was condensed, the evening mountains were purple, and the wind blew the green bamboos rustling. The spring breeze was as wide as the sky and clouds, and everything was clear.

Ye Yang took out the Ghost Head Seven Ring Knife in the Shouzhu Pavilion and looked at it carefully. In the battle yesterday, several copper rings on the Ghost Head Seven Ring Knife were destroyed by the sword energy.

The blade was also a little curled, but in comparison, the Red Maple Sword was still as new as before, without any damage.

The idea of ​​refining a knife-like magic weapon became more and more intense in his mind.

It’s just that spiritual materials such as time are hard to find. He has released so much information, but no one has sent a message with information about spiritual materials such as time.

Ye Yang looked inward.

Thirteen Swords of Time

Realm: Entry

Progress: 29.5%

Next realm: Minor success

[Perseverance, swing the sword three thousand times a day, persist for three years and six months to achieve success. ]

Time flies, it has been more than a year since he got the inheritance of the Thirteen Swords of Time. Although the Thirteen Swords of Time has great potential for practice, the practice speed is very slow, and it has not yet reached 30% of the practice progress.

This sword technique is indeed very powerful, but the consequences are also extraordinary.

Last night, in the battle with Luo Changsheng, he carefully comprehended Luo Changsheng's sword of heaven, earth, nature and all things, and made great progress.

The opponent came from a famous family and had practiced sword moves since he was a child. With one move, the air of heaven and earth circulated, and all things naturally assisted him. It was really extraordinary.

That enlightened sword heart, extraordinary sword intention, smooth and experienced sword style, it must be said that the opponent is very powerful, absorbing the strengths of many schools, and has a style. I believe that if there is no inheritance behind him, it is difficult to have such a level.

Ye Yang felt the fights one by one. In the breeze and bright moon, he actually automatically made sword moves.

He carefully recalled the boy's last move. When he drew the sword, the sky and the earth darkened, and he used the natural world as a sword.

Ye Yang stared at the Fahongfeng Sword in his hand, and suddenly realized, what is a sword?

The weapon in the sword's hand is a weapon that strikes the world. The sword is not strong, but it is the concrete form of his inner perception of the world.

So ancient texts often say that the sword is a gentleman's weapon.

The majestic Shaoyang sword energy spread out from him, and then compressed the dense red silk threads, filling him for several feet.

And what is his sword? It is persistence, persistence, perseverance, and unremitting pursuit of cultivating immortals.

It is the belief that all things in the world will change dramatically, and the sea will change, but a perseverance can still move mountains and change the world.

With this thought, Ye Yang waved his sword and stood up. The strange red maple sword in his hand actually drew down the moonlight in the sky, causing the snow-white silver light around him to shine brightly, and a cold red.

At this moment, he felt something. The next moment, the red sword silk around him quickly condensed into a giant sword, rushing out of the sky and straight into the sky.

At the moment when the sword energy rushed into the sky, Ye Yang suddenly realized something.

He exhaled a breath of turbid air and felt the breath rising around him. This sword silk was too sharp and overbearing. In the moment it just appeared, it actually cut the surrounding stone pavilion into two pieces.

There were sword marks everywhere on the ground.

The sword light was as fast as the wind and as aggressive as lightning. In the wanton swing, it carried the ethereal fire like thunderbolt.

The sword was like thunder, and it returned to silence in an instant.

Standing up and putting away the sword, Ye Yang laughed like a tide, and the clanging sound of swords hitting each other kept coming from his body.

He finally understood the realm of practicing sword into silk.

After entering the second level of swordsmanship and practicing swordsmanship into silk, Shaoyang Sword Art also changes again.

Shaoyang Sword Art

Level: Minor Success

Progress: 100%

Next Level: Major Success

[One of the Three Yang Sword Art, majestic and magnificent, like the rising sun, practice swordsmanship 100 times a day, and you will be successful in 0 days. ]

When building the Shouzhu Pavilion, Shaoyang Sword Art had already reached the peak state of minor success.

At this moment, half a year has passed. He has been practicing diligently every day, and with the blessing of the second level of swordsmanship, Shaoyang Sword Art has finally reached the state of major success.

Shaoyang Sword Art

Level: Major Success

Progress: 1%

Next Level: Grandmaster Realm

[One of the Three Yang Sword Art, majestic and magnificent, like the rising sun, practice swordsmanship 200 times a day, and you will be successful in six years. ]

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"Not fast enough, not fast enough, your speed is not fast enough."

The sky is blue, white clouds are layered, and there is peace.

On the boat with dragons and phoenixes carved on it, two people were practicing sword moves with their fingers instead of swords without using any magic power.

On one side was a middle-aged man with a purple face, and on the other side was a tall and handsome young man, Luo Changsheng.

Luo Changsheng pointed, and the surrounding magic wind and white clouds turned into giant swords. Countless sword lights shot up into the sky, faster and faster, and all hit the man.

But the purple-faced middle-aged real person flicked his finger, and these sword lights were broken by one finger. The purple-faced real person groaned and carefully felt the taste of Luo Changsheng's sword.

"Yes, it is indeed pure Wanxiang Wusheng sword intent."

The purple-faced real person praised: "I believe the old master will be very pleased to see that you have made such great progress after coming out."

Luo Changsheng clasped his fists: "I also want to thank Uncle Ta for your protection along the way."

In the air, the strong wind was strong, but it was completely blocked by the spirit ship formation.

Zimian Zhenren pondered for a moment before saying, "Young Master, you did something wrong this time."

Luo Changsheng looked at the clouds in the sky, and seemed to have put all his vitality and attention on the clouds. At that moment, the white clouds also became giant swords in his eyes.

He just came back to his senses when he heard Zimian Zhenren speak.

"Uncle Ta, why do you say that?"

Zimian Zhenren, who was called Uncle Ta, frowned slightly, and then continued: "Young Master, you shouldn't break into other people's private homes. Cultivators value secrets the most. Private homes are the last stronghold. Fortunately, Feitianmen is not strong and dares not to confront us head-on."

"But there are so many cultivators in the world. You need to be careful and cautious in your future actions."

"And the second one is to be ruthless and decisive."

I have caught a cold these days and am adjusting my condition. There is another chapter today, and I will try to return to the previous update at 12 o'clock in the morning.

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