Beast

Yang Qing's face trembled and he pursed his lips tightly. The steel rod he was holding was eight feet long. He swung it and hit the two of them hard on the back.

"puff…"

The two bandits were hit on the backs with fine steel rods, and their necks were straightened up. Blood spurted on Yang Qing's face. Blood foam and broken internal organs continued to leak out of the mouths of the bandits.

"Hmph..." Sun Shifeng reached out and made a move, and the three-foot long sword fell into his hand. He ignored Yang Qing and continued to kill the bandits who were fleeing in the open space.

"Kill, leave no one behind." Sun Shifeng was like a wolf entering the flock of sheep, taking away several lives with each sword. However, there were too many bandits, and those outer disciples also killed people at once, so they could not kill with one strike.

, the bandit lying on the ground howling, holding a broken arm, broken hand... struggling constantly.

"You guys also want to escape?" Several bandits managed to escape onto the mountain road. When Sun Shifeng saw them, he slashed in the air with his long sword and shot out a semi-circle of golden sword energy.

The escaping bandit didn't dare to look back at all. He only wished that his parents had given him two legs. Although the golden sword tip continued to shrink in the air, it still passed through several bandits before dissipating.

The bandit didn't feel any pain. He only felt a chill on his back and saw that his waist and legs were moving away from him. His head felt dizzy and he lost consciousness.

The sword energy continued to shoot rapidly, and all the bandits on the mountain road were cut into two pieces diagonally from the waist.

Some of the bandits committed suicide in despair, and some knelt down and begged for mercy, but none of these earned Sun Shifeng's forgiveness. The massacre was coming to an end, and the entire open space became a slaughterhouse.

After Yang Qing killed the two bandits, he remained stunned on the spot, his eyes dull, and the blood sprayed on his face had solidified and turned black.

He would never have dreamed of such a scene. His eyes were filled with red blood. The blood left by the corpse could actually form a blood stream. It was bright red and dazzling. Yang Qing seemed to feel that the end of the blood stream was at his feet.

He raised his feet and hurriedly avoided them. There was nothing but the dead bandits under his feet.

"This half-encircled mountain is your trophy. Whoever gets it first will own it." Sun Shifeng's body, which had already retrieved the iron three swords, was still on the ground. He said loudly to the bloody outer disciples, looking at the people on the ground.

Corpse, the voice was a little passionate.

A few of the outer disciples looked at the corpse on the ground and did not dare to make a move. Some of the rest were groping among the clothes in the corpse, and some rushed to the residential area inside Half Ring Mountain.

“Clang…”

Sun Shifeng curled his lips slightly and kicked Tiesandao's body into two pieces. The Zi Mansion was shattered and many objects were scattered, including jade slips, jade bottles, and the Yanyue Sword...

The sand grains on the official road were heated by the dazzling sun. It was noon, and walking under the poisonous sun made you feel as if you were being roasted on a fire.

A dozen or so people were walking together on the official road with tired faces. These were the outer disciples of Yufeng Sect who had just returned from suppressing the bandits.

Sun Shifeng looked indifferent, unaffected by the horrific scene of corpses strewn across the field. A fire lit up the open space halfway around the mountain, and kerosene was sprinkled on the open space. It burned vigorously, with black smoke billowing and crackling. Then he and the other side spoke.

Ming took his sword and left.

After Sun Shifeng left, thirty outer disciples also left Half Ring Mountain. More than ten outer disciples found horses in Half Ring Mountain. These people all rode away on horses, leaving the broken mountain behind.

Disciple Ji and his party walked back.

These disciples were not in a hurry to return to Yufeng Sect. They walked and chatted along the way, which was not boring.

"The army should be responsible for suppressing bandits, so how can we be used?"

"You don't know, in fact, the highest ruler of our Luo Kingdom is the Yufeng Sect. All twelve cities in the country are owned by the Yufeng Sect. Some of the military officers in the court are the inner disciples of the Yufeng Sect. They are today's

The emperors are all disciples of the Luo family."

"You know this, you're talking nonsense, right?"

"This is not nonsense. I am from Dan Peak. I learned about it from the inner disciples on Dan Peak."

"Those inner disciples are either important ministers, or clan masters, elders, or clan masters of the peak. We can't afford to offend them."

"If we want to become an inner sect disciple, it will be too difficult. We have to contribute 100,000 points to the sect, unless you have extremely good spiritual root qualifications, such as earthly spiritual roots!"

"As soon as you said it, I remembered it. In a few years, it will be time for the outer disciple competition. The top three will become inner disciples, and those who perform well will also have a chance."

"There are 20,000 to 30,000 outer disciples. Anyone who can enter the top three must have a cultivation level in the Purple Mansion Realm."

"Just don't hit me, okay? Just let me fantasize for a while."

Yang Qing was walking with two other outer disciples from the second level of Xiantian. He looked sluggish and had chapped lips. Hearing the messy conversation, he had no interest in interrupting or asking questions.

In three days, Yang Qing returned to the cold iron mining area with a fine iron bar and killed two bandits. He earned two points of sect contribution. Naturally, Lu Zhen and the others could help him complete the homework of the past few days.

When he entered the stone house and saw Lu Zhen, he didn't ask anything and just lay down on the bed.

"Which handsome guy is this?" Lu Zhenzhen was sitting on the bed meditating. After hearing the sound, he opened his eyes and saw Yang Qing coming back, laughing and joking with Yang Qing.

"There's nothing going on these days," Yang Qing cheered up and said in a weak voice.

"There is really one thing." Lu Zhen frowned and looked worried, and did not continue to say anything, whetting Yang Qing's appetite.

"Something happened, what happened?" Yang Qing sat up suddenly, "Speak quickly."

"Although I can't detect the existence of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around me now, when I practice, I can really feel that there is a slight flow of air entering my body from the Baihui point on the top of my head." Lu Zhen had a smile in his eyes and patted it with his hands.

He raised his head and said slowly.

"Introducing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into your body proves that you have spiritual roots. This is a good thing." Of course Yang Qing knew what this meant and was happy for Lu Zhen. At first, he thought Lu Zhen and others had caused some trouble, and couldn't help but wonder.

Rolled his eyes.

While I was happy for Lu Zhen in my heart, I also felt deep envy and even a hint of jealousy.

When he thought about it carefully, he realized that Lu Zhen saw that he was in a low mood and thought of ways to make himself happy. A warm current flowed through his originally blocked heart.

"Where are Xiaohu and Tian Bo?" Yang Qing asked with concern in his tired look and a somewhat hoarse voice.

"They are not in my situation yet, and they don't know if they have spiritual roots." Lu Zhen spread his hands and said calmly.

"It's unreasonable, it's so unreasonable." Yang Qing looked up to the sky and sighed, not knowing what he meant.

"Oh, please stop blaming others. If you don't have spiritual roots, wouldn't you find a way to be a stubborn donkey?" Lu Zhen hugged Yang Qing's shoulders and patted her hard to express comfort, "I'll give you all the meat for dinner, okay?"

While Qi Xiaohu and Tian Bo were trying to attract the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into their bodies, Yang Qing also returned to his previous life, mining ores while practicing the "Hua Xi Jue".

The experience made him more proficient in mastering "Hua Xi Jue".

After dinner, practice the "Sixteen Innate Movements", and practice the Breath Transformation Technique at night instead of sleeping.

It's not that he doesn't want to lie down and sleep, but that after he falls asleep, he will dream that the corpses in Half Ring Mountain are getting up from the ground and chasing him, but he feels that his hands and feet are too weak to lift them up.

Therefore, he completely replaced sleep by practicing the "Hua Xi Jue". Now he can completely have no thoughts in his mind during the practice, and he is in a state of sleep but not sleep. He can even hear the sound of blood flowing and the sound of breathing in the pores.

But it didn't affect him at all.

When he woke up the next morning, he felt refreshed. After sitting cross-legged all night, his legs and feet were not numb at all. Yang Qing knew that this was the state of meditation.

Day after day, summer passes and autumn comes, the leaves have turned slightly yellow, and more than a month has passed like this.

For more than a month, Yang Qing, except for walking around at the foot of the mountain with Lu Zhen and catching a pheasant and roasting it, Yang Qing spent the rest of the time in the Hantie Mine, and his sect's contribution was still

Sixty-seven o'clock.

"The last time I went to hunt down the Qishan wolf and collect a hundred points," Yang Qing thought resolutely, not forgetting the "Thirty-Six Styles of Hunyuan". He didn't want to take on any more sect tasks in this month.

Be lazy yourself.

Going to hunt Qishan wolves today, Yang Qing wanted to collect a hundred points of sect contribution to go to the Hidden Gong Pavilion to learn the knowledge of several elixirs, and then earn sects by picking elixirs in exchange for stick skills and "Hong Kong".

"Thirty-Six Styles of the Yuan Dynasty"

Yang Qing carried a fine steel rod in his hand and a bag on his back, and left the Han Iron Mining Area alone to go to the vicinity of Qishan. He only told Lu Zhen and others that they were going to send Huafeng to search for the sect's mission, and did not mention the hunt for the Qishan wolf.

He didn't want to trouble the three of them with everything.

With Yang Qing's current strength and the experience of killing three Qishan wolves, it is still very easy to kill one. If he fails to meet more than ten, it will be in vain for Lu Zhen and others to go there.

Yang Qing had walked the sixty or seventy mile journey several times and it was very familiar and smooth. He followed Qi Xiaohu's method to kill a pheasant, smeared the chicken's blood on the chicken as bait, found a quagmire and smeared the whole body with mud.

Isolate the smell.

Find a place with lush shrubs, set up a field, and then Yang Qing will lie in wait, waiting for the Qishan wolf to take the bait.

It's autumn now, but the weather is not very cold yet. There are still a lot of mosquitoes in the bushes, buzzing in Yang Qing's ears. Fortunately, the whole body is covered with mud, and the mosquitoes can't bite. It's just a buzzing sound.

Upset.

The mountain breeze blew away the moisture in the mud and blew the smell of pheasants farther. Ignoring the cold and wet feeling of the mud sticking to his body, Yang Qing entered her fetal breath and waited seriously.

Except for the Qishan wolf, there are very few other carnivorous beasts near Qishan, so you don’t have to worry about a robber appearing on the way and taking the pheasant away.

"Crunch, crunch..." Yang Qing heard the noise made by the leaves, and the sound was chaotic. When he realized something was wrong, what he saw almost made him bite his tongue.

When he heard the sound, the Qishan Wolf was still thirty feet away from him. When he carefully raised his head to look, the Qishan Wolf was already ten feet away. This shows how fast the Qishan Wolf was.

"How can I keep my shoes from getting wet when I walk by the river?" Yang Qing was anxious and panicked, because he saw the five-headed mountain wolf approaching him, only twenty feet away from the pheasant, and he was not far away from the pheasant.

To two feet away.;