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

"It's better to come back early. I heard that the sect leader will also participate in this heaven-sacrifice ceremony."

"By the way, Senior Brother Ye."

Yan Qingying smiled mysteriously and said: "Then Li Bayuan is back too. He is holding a hammer and is looking for you to compete."

"..."

Ye Yang frowned: "That silly boy is so fierce. Didn't I just kick his butt when I was a kid? How can he still hold a grudge like this when he is an adult?"

There are not many disciples in the Feitian Sect who deserve Ye Yang's attention, and Yan Qingying is definitely one of them.

She was born into a poor peasant family, and her original name was Yan Fu Nan, which means prosperous men. She had one brother and one brother in the family, who favored boys over girls. As long as she could remember, she had to carry pots and pulp, serve in the farm work at home, and clean up the dishes.

Even if there were opportunities for further study, they were all given to the elder and younger brothers. When he was fifteen or sixteen years old, he still could not read a word. Later, he was sold to a wealthy family by his parents to collect the bride price for his elder brother.

On the night of her wedding, she ran away and traveled westward. She encountered the Feitian Clan recruiting disciples, so she worshiped the Feitian Clan and started studying again.

I learned one word, two words, and three words every day, and gradually became able to read a lot of books. I named myself Yan Qingying.

In Feitianmen, if Ye Yang is the first person to practice diligently, then Yan Qingying is definitely the second person.

That's why she was able to go from a poor peasant girl who was illiterate at the age of fifteen or sixteen to being firmly ranked in the first echelon among the disciples of the Feitian Sect. When she was walking around, she was called Swallow Sword.

Ask yourself, Ye Yang admires Yan Qingying very much.

He can see the progress of his practice, so he makes progress every day, accumulates over time, and never gives up.

But Yan Qingying relied entirely on perseverance.

"The sect's heaven-sacrifice ceremony is about to begin. Unfortunately, even though we have exhausted all our wealth, we only exchanged for one pulse-protecting pill."

Yan Qingying sighed secretly, and Ye Yang felt deeply.

poverty!

This is their common problem.

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Saying goodbye to Yan Qingying, Ye Yang led the pack horse to Bai Zizhen's courtyard.

Seeing Ye Yang coming, Bai Zizhen limped and took a pair of bowls and chopsticks and invited Ye Yang to eat and drink with him.

When Ye's father was still alive, he and Bai Zizhen had been friends for many years. At that time, Ye's father was the master of the Dharma Protector Hall and took great care of Bai Zizhen.

Later, while guarding the Feitian Sect, Ye's father was killed and Bai Zizhen was beaten and lame in one leg. Thinking of his old relationship, he took great care of Ye Yang when he was growing up.

"Uncle Bai, this is the pear blossom white I brought specially for you from Fengxue Restaurant. You can try it."

Ye Yang dug out two bottles of finely brewed pear blossom white from the baggage, lifted the straw rope around the pear blossom white, and delivered it to Bai Zizhen's table.

Bai Zi was really an old drunkard, so he nudged it with his nose.

Immediately I smelled the sweet and fragrant wine with a long aftertaste, which smelled as good as the pear blossoms blooming in spring.

"It's rare that you still have me in your heart, open it, open it, open it quickly."

Bai Zizhen's heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat. He had never drank anything in his life.

However, with the wine that the junior brought specially for me, I was really happy from the bottom of my heart and became excited unconsciously.

The two of them had a drink while enjoying the food, and kept the remaining bottle.

Ye Yang took the opportunity to tell Bai Zizhen what happened to him at Fengxue Xiaosi.

As for the Elephant Demon Fist, he didn't mention it at all.

The two of them drank heartily with two bottles of pear blossom white and a few plates of side dishes.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Bai Zizhen walked into the house limping with a slightly red face. After a while, he took out a long gray linen bag and walked out.

"Remember what I told you, there will be rewards waiting for you after the mission is completed."

"This is?"

Ye Yang looked curiously

Bai Zizhen opened the long bag, and there was a clang and the sound of the knife roaring.

"This seven-ring ghost-headed sword is four feet long, and the handle is seven inches long. There is a ring every three and a half inches. There are seven rings in total."

"I'm not good at weapons, so I'll give it to you today as a reward for completing your mission..."

The long bag was opened, and the knife flashed fiercely in the sunlight.

This knife has a thick back and a broad face. It is not silver, but a rainbow color. It is more than four feet long, with a straight back and a straight blade.

The handle of the knife is a hollow ghost head with a green face and fangs, a pair of ghost eyes flashing red, and a copper ring and a red tassel behind the ghost head.

There are seven resounding copper rings on the back of the knife, and the blade surface flashes with cold light. When you raise your hand and shake, there is a sound like hitting gold and stone, which is disturbing.

The shape is exaggerated, Ye Yang thinks it should be a Thousand Forged Elite Soldier.

If an elite soldier can be refined thousands of times, cloud patterns will appear, which is second only to magical weapons and is expensive.

"My good friend originally forged a high-grade magic weapon for someone, but the forging failed and left a large piece of Geng gold scraps. He used the scraps to make another ghost-headed seven-ring sword and gave it to me."

"This thing is of no use to me. You have completed this mission very well. I give it to you as a reward."

"This is too precious to be used."

Bai Zi really smiled.

"You pick it up and try it first. If you can't swing it, I'll take it back."

Ye Yang put his hand on the handle of the knife, raised his wrist slightly, and his face darkened. This ghost-headed seven-ring knife was so heavy.

However, after practicing the Elephant Demon Fist, his arm strength increased greatly and his physical strength was astonishing. At this moment, he took a slight breath and actually lifted the knife.

"Good strength."

Bai Zizhen's eyes flashed. When this ghost-headed seven-ring sword was made, it was mixed with scraps of Geng gold, the main material of the top-grade magical weapon, so it was extremely sharp and weighed astonishingly.

When the seven rings on its back attack, they collide in a symphony, which can disturb people's minds. The red eyes on the ghost's head flash, and they can absorb the enemy's essence. The more people they kill, the more evil the sword becomes.

Ye Yang raised the ghost-headed seven-ring knife and slashed forward, and the harsh sound of the copper rings colliding was heard.

The blade had already struck a round stone on the ground the size of a human head, like a knife cutting through tofu. The round stone was split into two, with a smooth cut.

"What a sharp knife!"

Ye Yang lamented that if he had this ghost-headed seven-ring sword when fighting against the fast sword Lu Qi, he would be confident that he could cut the opponent's soft sword in half and leave the head on his neck.