The rise of the sect: I am the most enduring child in the world of immortality

Yes, Ye Yang did not go to Shaoyang Cave immediately.

Instead, he found a place with a lot of people in the wind and snow shop and prepared to inquire about the news so that he could deal with what had not happened yet.

The shopkeeper has long been accustomed to it.

With a smile on his face, he smoothly pulled away the scattered spiritual stones that Ye Yang had placed on the table, and secretly put his head into Ye Yang's ear to whisper.

Ye Yang nodded, picked up the baggage, and was about to ride away.

Suddenly, Ye Yang heard a voice from inside the wine shop.

"Of course the strongest among the younger generation of our Five Poison Sect is Uncle Gaitian Gai, but the one who kills the fastest is our Mr. Lu Qi. Otherwise, we wouldn't have the title of the Seventh Killer."

"That's right, do you still remember what happened when we were in Shaoyang Cave? What did the thief say? As long as you, Lu Qi, crawl around on the ground, I will let you go."

"Unexpectedly, before he could finish his words, Master Qi's soft sword cut his throat to pieces."

"The brats of the Feitian Sect are all a bunch of bastards, and Wang Sandao is also an old bastard. I don't even think about it. Twenty years ago, the Feitian Sect was beaten into a coward by the Five Poison Sect."

"Last year, we paid compensation for countless miraculous medicines, and the spiritual stones were piled up into mountains. Even if Wang Sandao gets in, what can he do? It's not like he's just a coward."

Someone echoed.

"It's better to come to our Five Poison Sect."

"Why come to Wu Du Sect? What we lack is talent, not old turtles."

"The Feitian Sect is the nest of the turtle bastard. He likes the old turtle and the old bastard, but our Five Poison Sect doesn't like it."

…

Ye Yang was about to leave when he suddenly heard the sound and couldn't help but paused and looked inside.

In a corner of the hall, several men wearing robes from the Five Poison Sect put their knives aside and were eating and drinking.

These people also tied up a person, like tying a pig, and tied the young man tightly with a white rope.

The man's hair was disheveled, as if he had not had rice water for many days, his eyes were unfocused, and his lips were chapped.

The big man who was speaking at the moment filled a small pottery bowl with wine. The young man stuck out his tongue and wanted to drink, but the big man deliberately poured it into the spittoon.

"Want to drink? If you want to drink, just lick it."

A group of people laughed, and then carried the young man out of the house.

"Looks like he's from the Five Poison Sect."

Ye Yang groaned, led the cloud horse over, and followed a group of people out.

The boy on one side was about to remind him that he hadn't paid yet, but was pulled aside by the shopkeeper on the other side, signaling him to be quiet.

Ye Yang hid in the crowd and followed secretly. The direction these people were going was Shaoyang Cave.

…

Ma San threw the tied young man to the ground and smiled: "Aren't you thirsty? I will quench your thirst right now."

There is an ugly centipede lying on the left side of his face, and combined with the ferocious face, it looks even more fierce and terrifying.

After saying that, Masan untied his belt and started peeing.

The remaining people clapped quickly.

"Ma Tou is so generous. He is even willing to give this man a mouthful of urine to drink. His dying master will probably kneel on the ground and thank us... when he sees it."

But the next moment, before the man finished speaking, there was a knife mark on his throat. It was a small knife mark, but what was more broken than the knife mark was the broken throat.

Immediately afterwards, the sword light flashed across the sky, and before these people could react, they were killed by the cold and fine sword light.

Masan stuck out his tongue, a little stunned for a moment.

A figure clamped a knife on his neck: "Are you Masan?" As soon as he finished speaking, the voice came again: "Are you worthy of using a knife?"

"You despicable and shameless thing, you took advantage of the grandfathers to urinate and attacked at the most relaxed moment. You...you..."

Before he finished speaking, a bright knife mark suddenly appeared. The moment the knife mark appeared, Masan had already fallen.

Only his broken throat and twitching body showed that he had lived.

Ye Yang untied everyone's clothes, originally thinking he could find something valuable, but he didn't expect that there were only a few scattered spiritual stones, and they were poorer than him. He secretly cursed at bad luck!

Ye Yang used a knife to cut through the ropes that bound the man, but he didn't mind that he was covered in urine.

"Tell me about your origins."

The two of them talked for a while, and Ye Yang coughed and looked at the young man's wet clothes with a strange look in his eyes.

"So, Wang Sandao is your master?"

According to what the young man just said, his name is Wang Huan, and he is the third disciple of Wang Sandao, the "Shaoyang Sword".

Now Shaoyang Cave is besieged by the Wudu Sect. When he and his senior brother broke out, they met the thieves. The senior brother was killed on the spot and he was captured.

Ye Yang asked again if he had seen the elders of Feitian Sect, but Wang Huan shook his head, indicating that he had not seen them.

However, he said that when he had a secret conversation with his master, he reminded him that there would be noble people to help him in the past few days, so there was no need to be nervous.

After finishing speaking, Wang Huan looked at Ye Yang.

Could it be that this person is the noble man that the master said.

Ye Yang groaned, thinking of the previous battle between Sword King Ge Canhong and Gekko Envoy, and he was afraid that the battle between the two sides had already begun.

Ye Yang didn't care about the smell of urine on Wang Huan's body, so he took off the clothes of a disciple of the Five Poison Sect and asked Wang Huan to change into it.

Afterwards, he took Wang Huan and rode on a horse carrying clouds towards Shaoyang Cave.

Cloud-packing horses are slightly smaller than ordinary horses, but they are incredibly powerful, fast, and have first-class endurance.

Although it was a little crowded with two people sitting on the horse, the speed was not affected at all.

In addition, Wang Huan, an acquaintance, led the way, and soon the two of them arrived at the foot of the mountain stream in Shaoyang Cave.

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Shaoyang Cave is hidden in a deep mountain canyon, shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, with dead vines and old trees on both sides of the canyon.

At this moment, the melted snow water from the top of the mountain is flowing down from the high place, and the mountain stream is already gurgling.

The horse carrying the cloud followed the mountain stream, treading out a path of mud, and headed towards the cave.

Just halfway up the mountain, Ye Yang suddenly felt something was wrong. When he was at the foot of the mountain, there were not many poisonous insects and beasts.

But once we reached the mountainside, there were a lot of poisonous scorpions, poisonous toads, and poisonous spiders all around. And the closer we went to Shaoyang Cave, the more poisonous insects there were.

The horse carrying the cloud trampled many poisonous insects to death along the way, and was accidentally stung in the knee by a poisonous scorpion as big as a bowl.

Although it was nothing serious, Xi Lulu screamed in pain and kept shaking her legs every few steps. The speed of the two of them slowed down greatly.

"It seems that the Five Poison Sect has begun to attack."

Shaoyang Cave is on the mountainside.

There wasn't even a single bird chirping on the huge mountain, which revealed the calm before the storm.

Ye Yang applied painkillers to the horse carrying the cloud and urged it harder, and the horse moved faster and faster.

Shaoyang Cave is located next to a mountain stream. There is a large upright stone at the entrance of the cave. It is round at the top and narrow at the bottom. The top is slanted, like a torch, but the direction of the flame is distorted by the wind.

At this moment, three or five men holding steel knives were standing, sitting or squatting on the big torch-like stone.

These people either wear green robes embroidered with geckos or red brocade robes with toad patterns.