Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

When he said the words "Qi Qi is like silk", Sikong Zhengye's face twitched violently.

If he had known earlier that Han Yang could practice Qi as silk at the second level of Qi gathering, he might have fought for it to avoid falling out directly.

Unfortunately, he didn't expect it either.

Now that Han Yang has been offended, it is already a bit late to ease the relationship between the two.

A cold and murderous intention gradually rose in Sikong Zhengye's eyes.

If you can't win over, the more genius you are, the more you deserve to die!

With just the second level of Qi Gathering, he has already reached the level of practicing Qi as silk. In a few years, how far will he grow to?

"Okay! It turns out that a hero is born from a young age. No wonder you have the courage to refuse Jixia Academy! With your talent, even if you go to the Ten Sacred Sects, you will be fully cultivated... But I was abrupt..."

Sikong Zhengye, who was murderous just a moment ago, suddenly laughed and became pleasant again.

He said kindly to the middle-aged scholar who had retreated to a corner of the tent: "Zi Wen, with little brother Han's talent, he has to go to the third hunting team to show off his talents. I have made the decision and exempted him from serving in the hunting team. Do you have any objection?"

The middle-aged scholar who brought Han Yang in, although he could not understand the situation at all, immediately nodded tactfully and said: "Since you have spoken, general, of course there is no problem... Haha, Han Yang, why don't you thank the general quickly? "

Hearing this, Han Yang just glanced at Sikong Zhengye and chose to turn around and leave without looking back.

After the three people disappeared completely, the smile on Sikong Zhengye's face slowly faded.

"General..."

The old man looked worried.

This time, Sikong Zhengye was greatly humiliated by Han Yang.

"Inform the Heavenly Dao that the medicine man they want is here, but there is an eighth-level Qi Gathering and a ninth-level Qi Gathering beside them as guardians. Let's see if they dare to take it."

Sikong Zhengye's entire face looked uncertain in the candlelight of the big tent, and his voice was as cold as ice.

When the woman on the left heard this, the corners of her mouth slowly raised, and she breathed out a sigh of relief.

…

Guard outside the gate of the camp.

"Han Yang, you are impulsive, that is Jixia Academy!"

Lu Xingyun looked like he had lost the 100,000-year-old elixir and was filled with regret.

Xu Ziran looked at Han Yang with admiration and said sincerely: "You have joined Yuanmen for less than half a year, but you are so loyal. I really didn't expect... From now on, my life, Xu Ziran, will be yours. Whoever you ask me to kill, I will kill anyone!"

This affectionate look gave Han Yang goosebumps all over his body, and he said hurriedly: "Don't get me wrong, I really have my own things to do and can't go to Jixia Academy."

Xu Ziran patted Han Yang on the shoulder and said, "I understand, but I won't say it." "I understand, I understand everything."

You know shit!

Han Yang was simply speechless.

Can you please stop making up your own mind?

When Han Yang returned to the Yuanmen camp, he clearly felt that the Yuanmen warriors guarding the monster front had a different attitude toward him.

When they greeted them earlier, most of these people were perfunctory, as if they had to welcome them because of the rules.

In the eyes of these warriors who guard the monster front and fight all day long, the people in the sect are just flowers in the greenhouse.

No matter how talented you are, it’s useless.

But it was different now. Those warriors looked at Han Yang with extremely affectionate eyes.

It was obvious that Han Yang's rejection of Jixia Academy was spreading as quickly as possible.

Being able to refuse Jixia Academy for Yuanmen, Han Yang only arrived at the monster battle line for less than half an hour and successfully became the idol of all Yuanmen disciples.

Of course, in the eyes of other warriors, this Han Yang is simply a fool. He may not even know that such good things like pie in the sky are difficult for countless warriors to find in their lifetimes.

At night.

Lu Xingyun stretched out on the chair tiredly and said angrily: "These gangsters, I even said that Han Yang didn't want their merits, but they didn't believe it. They tortured me all afternoon and said they wanted to collect merits for Han Yang, so that He should leave this hellish place as soon as possible..."

Xu Ziran poured a cup of tea for Lu Xingyun and said with a smile: "It seems they have no objection to Han Yang anymore? When I first came here, it took me half a year to be accepted by them."

Lu Xingyun clicked his tongue and exclaimed, "Can you refuse to accept it? There are not many fools who refuse Jixia Academy for the sake of the sect... They are all reluctant to let Han Yang die in this damn place..."

After speaking, he glanced at Han Yang.

Han Yang sat cross-legged and washed his body with the energy of the stars, not bothering to pay attention to these two people.

The two of them have been acting like this all afternoon.

That look... just like Han Yang said to Emperor Chu, I won't be your son anymore, I will go to Yuanmen to be a disciple... exactly the same.

After drinking a cup of tea, Lu Xingyun looked much more serious and said solemnly: "The recent rumors are a bit wrong. I suggest you not leave the Thousand Miles High Wall for the time being. I suspect that someone wants to do something to you secretly."

During this afternoon, Lu Xingyun had discovered many mysterious figures wandering outside the Yuanmen camp.

"I know."

Han Yang naturally understood.

This is just the beginning.

In a few days, maybe people from Heibang and the Nalan Family will arrive, and it will be even more lively by then.

He is also waiting for the medicine residue in his body to be washed away before he can take the 100,000-year-old elixir again.

When the time comes, Hongyan Knife will inevitably be stained with blood again.

"Okay, you two have a good rest, I'm going to patrol the wall..."

Lu Xingyun nodded, stood up and walked out without saying anything else.

…

Nanyang County, County Sheriff's Mansion.

Sheriff Ren Tu knelt on the ground, his face as white as paper.

He thought that the palace master would be furious because of the death of special envoy Zhang Wuliang and sent officials to investigate, but he did not expect that the one who came this time would be such a big shot.

The second young master of the Palace Master, Zong Jin!

This is the one who is most likely to become the young master of the clan among the four masters of the palace.

This second young master stomped his feet, not to mention the small Nanyang County, but the entire Xuan Mansion would tremble.

The master of the palace actually asked the second young master to come in person to investigate the cause of Zhang Wuliang's death. Obviously, this matter was more serious than Ren Tu thought.

On the main seat, a noble young man with a face like a crown jade, eyebrows like ink paintings, and eyes like autumn waves, is enjoying the service of the maid.

A young maid, as beautiful as a flower, held a spiritual fruit in her mouth and gently put it into the young man's mouth.

The young man's expression remained as usual, with no mood changes at all, as if he had long been accustomed to such service.

The other maid took a mouthful of fine wine and leaned forward to put it into the young man's mouth.

"peach……"

The young man spoke slowly: "Your mouth is not as sweet as before..."

The little maid's face instantly turned pale, and she knelt on the ground with a thud.

The boy's handsome eyebrows raised slightly.

As if she had been electrocuted, the little maid hurriedly got up from the ground, lowered her head, and did not dare to say a word, but her face was already as dead as a person.

The young man no longer paid attention to the little maid, but lowered his eyebrows and looked at Ren Tu who was kneeling on the ground.

"Kneel down higher, do you still want me to lower my head to look at you?"

Ren Tu was so excited that he hurriedly adjusted his kneeling position and raised his neck so that the young man wouldn't have to exert too much effort.

The young man then continued: "You said that it might be Yuanmen Han Yang who did it secretly, but unfortunately there is no evidence. In fact, it doesn't matter whether it is him or not..."

unimportant?

Ren Tu was a little confused.

The young man took the second spirit fruit delivered by the little maid with his mouth, and then slowly said: "The Palace Lord's special envoy is dead. No matter whether there is suspicion or not, all the warriors in Nanyang County should not live... Give me the order, Kill all Qi Gathering realm warriors in Nanyang County!"