Beast

The wound left on the left arm scraped on the rock oak became itchy with the practice of the "Sixteen Innate Moves". It was like a small insect biting the wound. The unfolding of the moves made the unhealed wound open again.

"Yang Qing, you better stop practicing. Your wound is open." Lu Zhen saw blood stains on the cloth bandaged Yang Qing's left arm and couldn't help but persuade him.

"It's okay to bleed a little. The wound is not deep and the muscles are not injured." Yang Qing responded stubbornly, still practicing each move, as if the wound was not on him. "Even if the wound does not open today, it will still be there when the mine is opened tomorrow."

It will crack, sooner rather than later.”

Lu Zhen shook his head and stopped persuading him. He would not have time to complete the homework for Yang Qing tomorrow. He stared at his double eyelids and continued to practice the "Sixteen Innate Styles".

The next day during the day, the four of them got together and mined the ore where Tian Bo, Qi and Xiaohu had mined last night. They found the tip of the knife here, hoping to find other parts. The hope was slim, but where to mine the ore?

It's all the same. This way you can have more to look forward to, so why not?

At dusk, two other teenagers came to help Lu Zhen mine the ore. The four of them kept silent about the discovery of the knife tip last night. They talked about their own interesting things and burst into laughter in the mining area at dusk.

Voice.

Time flies, and now it has been a month since Tian Bo picked up the tip of the knife. At the beginning, a few people still had expectations of finding other parts of the knife tip. As time went by, this hope faded, but every night a few people would gather together.

Let's study the tip of the knife together.

Time flies so fast. There is nothing else to do like mining ores, practicing, and sleeping every day. Apart from being exhausted every day, there is nothing wrong with it. After the incident involving Zhou Tenghai, Yang Qing, and others, the Han Iron Mining Area has calmed down.

a lot of.

"Huh huh huh huh..." There is still an hour until the end of mining, and Yang Qing is the only one in the mining area to open the mine again. It is boring to be alone, humming an unknown tune.

Yang Qing has no singing talent, and he doesn't know any tunes. He just hums the tunes to amuse himself. He doesn't find it unpleasant. No one is wandering around in the cold iron mining area, so no one stops him.

he.

Tomorrow is the last day for Zhou Tenghai to punish them. Lu Zhen, Tian Bo and the others can complete the punishment even if they don't go to mine tomorrow. When Akexuma took away the cart, they went back to rest.

"We are like animals these days. We have completed this punishment now. We will make up for the shortcomings in a few days. We will go back to eat and take a good nap to reward ourselves." These were Lu Zhen's pleasant words, Tian Bo

Also moved by his words, Yang Qing was left alone here.

Yang Qing doesn't want to push back the mining volume to the future, and everything will be done today.

For nearly a month, his daily consumption and replenishment of strength and stamina have caused rapid growth in his strength and stamina, and he can complete twice the mining volume in eight hours a day.

He practices the "Sixteen Innate Styles" and "Hua Xi Jue" every day. He doesn't know how many of the twelve formal scriptures he has opened. He only knows that he is not yet able to breathe. With the strength of his arms, Yang Qing estimates that he can lift an arm with one arm.

One hundred and fifty pounds, the left arm is stronger than the right arm.

Tomorrow is the last day to double the amount of mining, and then just make up for the difference of two days. Yang Qing feels very relaxed, even though eight hours are spent mining ores, which makes him very exhausted physically and mentally every day.

The wound on the left arm has never healed, and has grown in size. A few drops of blood flow out whenever the arm is moved. The bandage on the left arm has been changed many times.

"From now on, I can concentrate on training, improve my cultivation, and strive to reach the first level of Xiantian as soon as possible." In the past month or so, he could only practice the "Sixteen Xiantian Postures" for more than an hour every day. Although his strength increased rapidly, he could not open up the meridians.

The speed will definitely lag behind.

The purpose of practicing the "Sixteen Innate Postures" is to open up the meridians, and the increase in strength and recovery of physical strength are only incidental.

Yang Qing swung the long hammer and smashed the ore in front of him. The ore was as big as a house. Yang Qing had been hitting it with the long hammer in the past few days to complete his homework.

It wasn't the good-looking cold iron ore that attracted Yang Qing, but he found that compared to other cold iron ores, it was much easier to smash.

There are tiny cracks on this piece of ore. If you hit hard along the cracks, you can peel off a piece with more than a dozen hammers.

"The feeling is just different, and the sound is also different." When the long hammer fell on the house-sized ore, it felt different from hitting other cold iron ores, and the sound produced by the collision of the hammer and stone was also different.

"Why is the sound getting weirder and weirder?" As the stones peeled off, the long hammer hit the ore and made an "empty, empty" sound. Yang Qing was surprised, and the strength in his hand increased a bit.

"Boom, puff" the long hammer fell again, the hammer head hit the ore, and it suddenly sank, and a hole appeared in the ore. The hole was as big as a bathtub, and the hammer hit it inside, and it turned out

The dust and debris made Yang Qing feel like he had dug into a rat's nest.

Suddenly, a plume of black smoke rushed out from the dancing dust and debris. The black smoke was black with reddish color. It was not very clear in the night. The smoke turned into a stream of light and went directly into Yang Qing's left arm.

in, disappeared.

Yang Qing had no time to react. He could vaguely see the smoke entering his left arm, but he was helpless.

"Moo..." Seeing the black smoke entering his left arm, Yang Qing didn't have time to be frightened. His face suddenly turned pale without a trace of blood, and he collapsed on the ground and let out a huge roar.

This roar sounded like a cow moo at first, but it had overwhelming majesty, and in its majesty there was deep despair and endless sadness.

This roar echoed in the Dongju Mountains, frightening countless birds into flight. Those powerful monsters all prostrate themselves on the ground, trembling.

After Yang Qing let out this roar that was not like a human voice, he was stunned by the roar and lay on the ground, his face pale, with a few hints of black energy appearing from time to time.

Several colors of light flashed in the numerous stone houses, and a dozen people rose into the air. The light gradually faded, and only the deacons from the Han Iron Mining Area were seen standing in the air holding various magical weapons.

There are dozens of various deacons in Hantie Mining Area, and usually only one or two people can be seen in person. At this moment, they all came out because of the thundering cow moo.

The disciples who were resting or practicing in the stone house all ran out to watch after hearing the cow moo, with curiosity and fear in their hearts.

"Yang Qing, where is Yang Qing?" Lu Zhen, Tian Bo and others knew that Yang Qing was still in the mining area. After being thrown out of the stone house, they looked around and shouted in panic.

"Over there, where is Yang Qing?" Lu Zhen was pleasantly surprised. He saw no monsters around and didn't feel there was any danger, so he ran towards Yang Qing. Tian Bo heard Lu Zhen's voice and saw Yang Qing.

"What's wrong with Yang Qing? He's almost out of breath." Lu Zhen looked panicked and touched Yang Qing's nose. His breath was like a thread, his face was pale, and he had lost consciousness.

When more than a dozen deacons saw that there were still people in the mining area, they all flew their weapons to the sky above the mining area, and with a movement of their bodies, they fell from their weapons.

"What's going on?" The old deacon who led Yang Qing and others to Hantie Mining Area held Yang Qing's wrist and said in surprise, "Essence and blood are being lost, and evil spirits are invading the body."

"Evil spirit invades the body?" Lu Zhen and others were startled when they heard the old man's words, staring straight at Yang Qing.

When evil spirits enter the body, even a small amount of powerful immortal cultivators will become seriously ill. What about Yang Qing?

"Take him back, let's take a look and then talk." The old man sighed, let go of Yang Qing's wrist, and ordered Lu Zhen and others.

Lu Zhen and the others didn't know what to do, so they had to follow the old man's instructions, carry Yang Qing, and squeeze out from the surrounding disciples.

"This is?" The old man came to the piece of ore that Yang Qing had just hammered, and looked at the hollow with a thoughtful look on his face.

In the cavity, there are scattered stones, bone-like fragments, and a layer of gray powder.

At this time, several dazzling sword lights flashed across the inner peak of the Yufeng Sect. The sword lights flashed around like lightning, as if they were patrolling the surroundings. When they saw people gathering in the Han Iron Mine area, the sword lights flashed and fell vertically.

The sword light fell on the mining area of ​​the Han Iron Mine. The sword light suddenly dissipated, and several men wearing purple brocade robes appeared. The leader was a man with a face like purple jade, a stern expression, and a majestic expression between his eyebrows. A young man with wide sleeves and a standing collar, a purple brocade robe with hollow cloud patterns, and a jade dragon crown on his head.

The flying swords under the feet of several men circulated with light and disappeared with the sound of 'clang, clang'.

"Is the roar coming from here?" The leading young man put his hands behind his back and scanned the crowd with his eyes. His voice was calm but exuding oppression, ringing in everyone's ears.

Yang Qing was carried into the stone house by Lu Zhen and the others and placed on the bed. After the three of them finished doing this, they didn't know what to do next. They all stood by the bed and watched uneasily.

Yang Qing was unconscious now. He was carried into the stone house and placed on the bed. He didn't react at all and didn't even move his eyelids. Only his weak breathing proved that he was still alive.

"I just felt why Yang Qing's body was so cold, was it..." Tian Bo shrank back and said with fear.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm still breathing. The coldness in my body may be due to the evil spirit." Qi Xiaohu shook his head, made a guess, reached out and picked up the quilt and covered Yang Qing.

Lu Zhen saw Qi Xiaohu's actions and hurriedly went to his bed to take off his quilt and cover Yang Qing.

There was still no trace of blood on Yang Qing's pale face, and sometimes black air swam through it, but it didn't feel any better because he was covered with a quilt.

At the moment when Lu Zhen and the others were anxious, the door of the stone house was opened, and several men in purple brocade robes walked in. The old deacon also followed in and stood behind the men in purple brocade robes.

"You three, get out," the old deacon ordered Lu Zhen and the others when he saw them standing beside the bed.

"Don't ask too much, you have nothing to do here, go out." The old deacon saw Lu Zhen opening his mouth to say something, but before Lu Zhen could speak, he calmly waved his hand to tell them not to ask.

Lu Zhen and others naturally knew the old deacon, and when they saw him, they stood behind those men in purple brocade robes. These men must have high status and were scary, so they did not dare to ask any more questions.

"Sect Master, this is the outer disciple who fainted." The old deacon pointed at Yang Qing on the bed, bowed his head and said respectfully to the young man in the purple brocade robe.