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

"who?"

Ye Yang raised the ghost-headed seven-ring sword and held the green bamboo sword in his left hand. He moved around and arrived at the door.

Opening the door, it was empty outside, only the moonlight was quiet.

There is a white note taped to the door wall.

Ye Yang's pupils shrank slightly, afraid of being deceived. He gently picked it up with the back of his knife, and the white note was opened with a line of small words on it.

The handwriting is very graceful, but messy. It seems that someone did not want to reveal their identity and deliberately faked it.

The content above is very simple, only one line of text.

"Tonight is a full moon night, in Shanhe Village, thirty miles west of Shanhaiguan."

Ye Yang didn't take this matter to heart at all and just threw the paper aside as if he didn't see it.

He didn't know whether the other party was an enemy or a friend, not to mention that he had no acquaintances in Shanhaiguan. He was mentally ill, so he ran thirty miles at night to the mountain village the other party mentioned.

Nothing happened all night.

The next morning, Ye Yang stretched and took out a dirty small bag. Inside the bag were seven or eight worn spiritual stones and a gold bracelet.

It was exactly what Dong Li asked him to send home before.

These spirit stones have worn edges and dirty colors. It looks like they have been stored for a long time and they are reluctant to spend them.

Carrying these seven or eight spiritual stones, Ye Yang walked out of Shanhaiguan, crossed the rugged and difficult path, and arrived at a mountain village full of hills.

This mountain village is not big. There is a pool of clear water at the foot of the mountain. At this time, many village women are washing clothes in Huan. When they see Ye Yang coming with a sword, they are cautious and quickly lower their heads, not daring to look at them with their eyes.

Ye Yang said: "Is there a man named Dong Li in this village?"

The village women did not dare to speak, fearing that the enemy was seeking revenge.

After a while, an older man timidly said, "You...what do you want to do with Dong Li?"

Ye Yang was silent for a moment.

"I'm here to deliver something for him."

The woman pointed to a woman next to her who was stooped, thin and yellow-faced, honest and honest.

"Well, that's Dong Li's aunt."

This man came over and spoke cautiously:

"Sir, may I ask how my Dong Li is doing? He has been gone for more than half a year and his health is fine."

Although Dong Li was a low-level monk, the spiritual stone he earned was considered a high salary in the village. The two of them were so hard-working and hard-working, so naturally they subsidized all their family money to help their son practice and learn skills.

Ye Yang was silent again. Faced with this kind of question, he really didn't know how to answer it.

The man in front of him missed his husband eagerly, but he didn't dare to speak anymore, waiting for Ye Yang to answer.

I heard people say that these swordsmen are all cruel people.

She was anxious.

Ye Yang sighed secretly and secretly pulled this honest woman aside.

He told what happened on the way, and then took out the old bag and gold bracelet and handed them to this person.

The woman seemed unable to believe it, her eyes were stunned, like a thunderbolt. After a while, big tears fell down, and she knelt down and sobbed softly.

Ye Yang knew that no matter how much he tried to persuade him at this moment, he could not untie the other party's knot, so he stopped talking and allowed the other party to cry.

After about a quarter of an hour, the honest peasant woman slowly came to her senses.

Although he no longer cried, his eyes were still red, and the main pillar of the family finally collapsed.

"There are also ten spiritual stones here, which were donated by me personally. I asked my sister-in-law to accept them. I heard that your son has reached the age of cultivation. When the sect recruits disciples, I will take him to participate in the trial, but Whether it will work or not is hard to say.”

Ye Yang handed over ten spiritual stones. The peasant woman wanted to refuse, but in the end she was reluctant to part with them. After a while, she sighed secretly and accepted them.

She knelt down on her knees and kowtowed to Ye Yang: "Thank you, Master, for your spiritual stone. Thank you, Master for your spiritual stone."

Before leaving, Ye Yang told her the place where Dong Li's body was buried.

However, the mountains are high and the roads are far away, and there are many dangers. Ye Yang does not recommend that the other party go there.

Leaving the address is just to give the other person a thought.

Leaving this small mountain ridge, Ye Yang has been thinking about a question.

Are these people at the bottom really still a human being?

A gust of wind, a gust of rain, a gentle blow, or an accidental breath from the corner of the immortal's mouth can kill them.

At best, they can only be regarded as a herd of cattle and horses that can reproduce.

…

Returning to the second pass of Shanhaiguan, having nothing to do these days, Ye Yang took out the white elephant pearl and studied it carefully.

This is a rare thing. It is a spiritual bead formed in the skull of the old elephant, the wisest among the white elephant tribe, after his death.

The size of the belly of a thumb, with a luster similar to that of ivory, extraordinary agility and astonishing intelligence.

Ye Yang held the white elephant bead tightly, and a scaly old elephant suddenly appeared in his mind with his feet on the earth and his back against the sky.

The old elephant is very old, with wrinkles all over its body and a layer of blue-black hair scales. Its skin is old, but its eyes are bright and extraordinary.

After understanding the image, bone and blood of the elephant, Ye Yang started to practice Xiang Mo Boxing with his fists rounded.

At this moment, while practicing with the white elephant beads in hand, there was an indescribable power of the elephant demon pouring into his whole body.

"The demon elephant swallows the sky!"

Ye Yang shouted, his nose and mouth opened, and the surrounding air formed a miniature nebula, pouring into his mouth and nose.

At the same time, a loud and exciting elephant cry came out!

In an instant, his arms grew thicker and were covered with blue-black scales and wrinkles, as if they were huge elephant legs.

"This white elephant bead actually contains a trace of the sleepless old elephant's spiritual blood!"

Ye Yang was slightly surprised. He didn't know how many years the white elephant bead had existed in the tomb of the Fox Fairy Temple, but it still had a brilliant light and was so sleepless.

The old elephant seemed to have a trace of dragon blood, and was covered in scales. It was extremely strong and yang, and its metal nature was not bad.

This is probably why the white elephant beads are well preserved.

The old elephant's spiritual blood entered his body, and Ye Yang suddenly felt full of strength.

The demonic aura of the Elephant Demon Fist is strong and has made great progress. It seems to choose people to devour.

Elephant Demon Boxing: Getting Started

Progress: 9%

Next level: Xiaocheng

Be persistent and practice boxing hundreds of times a day for four years.

Ye Yang had checked the Elephant Demon Fist before and found that it only had 7% progress in practice and it would take four and a half years to break through.

After using the Dragon Elephant Spirit Blood today, the Elephant Demon Fist soared to 9%, saving half a year and only taking four years.

And he also demonstrated a new move of Xiang Mo Fist - Demon Elephant Swallowing the Sky.

Ye Yang found a rope, tied the white elephant bead, and hung it around his neck. He felt his mind was clear and his thoughts welling up. He secretly praised the white elephant bead for its role in enlightenment and wisdom.

…

In the next few days, Ye Yang would receive a small note every night with a repeated content on it.

"Tonight, on a full moon night, I invite you to meet me at Shanhai Village, Sanshili West of Shanhaiguan."

Ye Yang didn't take it seriously at all. Every time someone threw a note, he threw it into the trash can.

Pretend you haven't seen it.

On this day, the sky was clear and cloudless, the sun was blazing, and there was a hot breath in the air.

Ye Yang received a notice that he would take the Feitianmen's newly purchased Feitian Silver-spotted Piggyback tomorrow and return to Feitianmen.