Li Changjie from Tianxia Pavilion knew about it, but he didn't expect that a young monk who had not even reached the level of Jindan would actually have to work for the mid-stage Jindan monk to train.

Then wouldn’t these 300,000 spirit stones be profitable while lying down?

"You are looking for a training session? Let's start." Li Changjie was a little unhappy with Zhao Yang calling him a fellow Taoist before. His spiritual power was restrained and he suppressed his appearance in the early stage of foundation building. Then he raised his hand and said.

Zhao Yang nodded, and a long sword appeared in his hand, then his figure unfolded, and the sword thrustled Li Changjie's forehead with a sharp roar.

So fast!

Li Changjie was startled and his body retreated, but Zhao Yang's body floated in the air, like a wild goose spreading its wings, stretching its body, as fast as a flowing light, and the sword tip was instantly handed to Li Changjie one foot.

"when--"

The sword was bounced away, Li Changjie's face turned slightly red, and he said in a deep voice: "Not bad."

Just now, the spiritual energy popped out at his fingertips and he had already used the power equivalent to the late stage of foundation building.

With one move, Li Changjie was forced to use the late-stage power of the foundation building, and he was so embarrassed that he was forced to use the power of the foundation building.

"warehouse--"

Hearing Li Changjie's words, Zhao Yang led the sword in his hand, turned into a flying robe, and walked around behind Li Changjie, and slashed the sword on his head.

At this time, Li Changjie slightly relaxed his suppression of his cultivation and set his spiritual power in the middle stage of foundation building. Without waiting for Zhao Yang's long sword to fall, he turned around and shuttled through the sword in his hand and pointed it into Zhao Yang's chest.

A style of both sides' defeat.

"Okay!" Zhao Yang laughed loudly, turned his sword and twisted it with Li Changjie's sword edge, and then flew away with the force of the impact.

When the person was in the air, Zhao Yang sighed in his heart. Sure enough, what Mr. Sun said was right. If he didn't experience it personally, he really didn't know that the battle in Zhongzhou was so fierce.

A middle-stage Jindan master will actually deal with the battle with both losers when fighting against a young monk in the early stage of foundation building.

This can only be said that they are used to this way of fighting.

Zhao Yang flew away, Li Changjie stepped on the ground with his feet, and the sword followed Zhao Yang directly, and killed him with a sword.

"Buzz--"

Zhao Yang did not turn around, and waved his sword, and a light of inspiration drew an arc, flew out from his side and hit Li Changjie's sword behind him.

"when!"

Li Changjie paused and was about to thrust his sword to chase him again, but Zhao Yang had already raised his body suddenly, hung over his head, and then fell from the sky with a sword.

"pretty!"

Li Changjie shouted loudly, and the sword in his hand rushed forward with a series of inspiration. The two swords fought each other, and the sound of the swords was connected together.

At the beginning, Li Changjie only used the mid-stage power of foundation building, but he could fight for a quarter of an hour and was always suppressed by Zhao Yang, which made him angry and quietly raised his power to the seventh level of foundation building.

Then go to the eighth floor of foundation building, the nineth floor of foundation building, and to the combat power of the false alchemy realm.

Zhao Yang in front of him seemed to have endless power, and each attack showed his own power several times his realm. Later, Zhao Yang's sword power forced Li Changjie to treat him carefully every time he saw him.

"warehouse--"

Zhao Yang's sword spanned a hundred feet, flew into the void like a big roc, and leaned over and attacked.

Li Changjie's long sword rose up and the swords were lit up. His face changed, and a soul aura emanated from his body. The power of the golden elixir suddenly changed and he attacked Zhao Yang out.

This time, Li Changjie did not chase Zhao Yang as he did the previous few times, but stared blankly at the broken sword in his hand.

This is a top-quality magic weapon, which was cut off by Zhao Yang.

Is it a loss for a top-quality magic weapon that has nearly 500,000 or 600,000 spirit stones?

"Bang!"

A thing was thrown over, and Li Changjie reached out to catch it.

A sword weapon of the highest level of magic weapon.

"Fellow Daoist Li, this is the end of today. If you need to find you to practice next time, I will notify you in advance." Zhao Yang put away his long sword and waved his hand. Li Changjie's figure disappeared into the secret realm.

Standing on the stairs on the third floor of Tianxia Pavilion, Li Changjie was still a little dazed.

The people who practiced with him just now were very young, but their combat power was definitely far higher than their peers. Even the disciples of the sects he had seen could not compare with them.

Is this person a direct disciple in Tianxia Pavilion or any other identity?

"No, not bad, a battle will make me complete "Flying Hong Sword Art"." Nodded slightly, feeling the improvement of my sword technique, and a smile appeared on Zhao Yang's face covered with mask.

After adjusting his breathing cross-legged for a moment, Zhao Yang stood up and waved his hand again.

"Fellow Daoist Hu."

This time, the middle-aged Taoist who appeared in front of him was a small beard under the jaw.

The Taoist saw Zhao Yang covering his face, and a hint of displeasure appeared on his face.

"Are you looking for someone to practice? Young people should not be too ambitious. You should find a monk in the same realm to practice slowly." The Taoist said, and with a wave of his sleeve, he was about to sweep Zhao Yang away.

"Buzz--"

Before the inspiration light emitted by the Taoist sleeve came, Zhao Yang was already holding the long sword in his hand, and moved his body and slid directly into the body.

The man was one step away, and the sword light cut through the void and pointed directly at the Taoist chest.

"snort!"

The Taoist snorted coldly, raised his fingers and moved forward a little.

The fingertips point on the sword edge of the long sword.

"when!"

A top-quality magic weapon broke into three pieces in response to the sound.

"puff--"

Zhao Yang squirted out a mouthful of blood. The Taoist raised his sleeves and swept away all his blood. At this moment, Zhao Yang held the half-cut sword in his hand and shortened his body, crossed half a step, and stabbed the Taoist hard on the chest and abdomen.

"So brave!"

The Taoist did not expect that Zhao Yang still had combat power. In a hurry, he opened his spiritual power and a golden barrier was raised.

"Take it—"

The broken sword struck the golden barrier, and with a crisp sound, it broke again.

Zhao Yang flew out and waved his hand, and the figure of the man disappeared into the secret realm.

"Ahem—"

After coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood, Zhao Yang felt that his chest was much more relaxed.

I only played two moves with Hu Weifeng, but I was even more tired than playing against Li Changjie for half an hour before.

This person does not suppress his cultivation at all, and at most he will slightly restrain his strength when he takes action.

This is an old fox who has been through a long battle formation. The male lion fights the rabbit with all his strength and does not give him any chance.

But this is not what Zhao Yang really cares about.

When fighting Hu Weifeng, Zhao Yang imitated Li Changjie's previous tactics. Even swordsmanship was simulated after being perceived by the power of the mysterious magnet.

This kind of experience is very wonderful.

It is not only an improvement in one's own combat power, but also a perception of the way of practice and an understanding of different methods of practice.

After a moment of pondering, Zhao Yang's figure dissipated in Tianxia Pavilion and then appeared in the game world.

The world is even colder against the current.

The lowest level of Qi refining is required to enter this world, and the highest level of cultivation is the peak of the Golden Pill.

This is a world that Zhao Yang has always relied on before, and he has been growing in this world in the early stages.

Flying into the game world, Zhao Yang directly found the monster area at the highest level.

The world now has no threat to him.

What he wants to do is to break through this game world.
Chapter completed!