"Squeak--"

Pushing open the door, Zhao Yang stretched his waist, took a deep breath of the morning air, and felt his whole body breathing.

At the third update last night, Zhao Yang kicked Zuo Ling'er, who was still struggling to kill monsters, and then accepted the experience of her body refining, and happily upgraded her body refining level to a higher level.

It was not until dawn that I saw Hu Yan's system prompting that his soul was about to be seriously damaged, so I kicked him down too. Then I took a quick look at the harvest and quickly took a rest.

While moving his waist, Zhao Yang looked at his character panel character: Zhao Yang's cultivation level: Body refining second level (10201/20000) Qi refining first level (pseudo)

Aura: 5500/10000 (consumable, unabsorbable)

Kung Fu: Qingyun Sect Body Refining Technique (Small Completion)

Skill: Sixth level of basic swordsmanship (10000/12000) (Great Perfection)

Bloodline: No flame magic: 8020 (not understood)

Wealth: Spirit Stone 53 Gold Coins 2542 Equipment: Iron Sword Items: White-Bordered Tiger Corpse 3 Green Wolf Corpse 4 Frost Talisman 5 Roaring Talisman 3 Falling Daylily Lily 4 White-Bordered Tiger Skin 2...

At this time, Zhao Yang's net worth had exceeded that of the entire Qingyun Sect.

Qingkong Mountain has only one spiritual vein, and the amount of spirit stones produced every year is less than 10,000, and 80% of them need to be handed over to the Changhe County Governor's Mansion. The remaining dozen sects are allocated according to their respective strengths. Qingyun Sect can divide nearly 300 spiritual stones a year.

But these three hundred spirit stones have to be distributed to the sect leader, elders, and qi-refining disciples to practice, and there is no surplus at all.

After leaving behind useful talismans and several monster corpses, Zhao Yang will recycle most of the items and exchange them into 14 game logins to store them.

The more game login machines you redeemed, there will be more players. The more players you have, the more Zhao Yang will gain.

Seeing Hu Yan, a working man, fighting hard in the game early and then, Zhao Yang was extremely happy.

Last night, Hu Yan contributed more than 10,000 points of spiritual energy to him. Due to his current cultivation level, he could only be considered a cultivator of the first level of pseudo-qi refining. However, with spiritual energy, his Great Perfect Sword Technique can exert strong combat power, and he has the power to protect himself.

"Senior brother, you get up, that, that, I'll make soup for you." The little fairy-like junior sister brought the soup with her, making this beautiful morning even more warm.

"Junior sister, you are just when you grow up, so you must have enough sleep." Zhao Yang enjoyed the girl's bare hands while coaching like a strict parent. Looking at the girl's dark circles that could not be covered by rouge and water powder, you know that the little girl must have not slept well last night.

After delivering the served soup to Zhao Yang, Zuo Ling'er lowered her head embarrassedly.

Zhao Yang was drinking the soup with a "sigh" slut, and Zuo Ling'er glanced secretly and muttered in her heart. She probably had guessed that her senior brother had already guessed that she had used the secret treasure to practice.

The secret treasure of the sect yesterday was so interesting. It was not only fun, but also improved her swordsmanship, making her unable to help playing until late at night until she could no longer enter. But lying on the bed, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Later, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I got up and pulled the cook and cooked a pot of soup. Thinking that my senior brother vomited blood yesterday, he personally sent it over.

"Junior sister, although the secret treasure is good, you must not indulge in it. Otherwise, it will not only hurt your soul, but also make people addicted to it without realizing it." Zhao Yang knew that the Internet addiction was terrible. He did not want to train this little girl to become an Internet addicted girl.

"Well, I understand." Zuo Ling'er lowered her head and responded.

"Have you gained last night?" Zhao Yang chuckled.

"It's amazing! Senior brother, my swordsmanship has increased a lot..." Before the girl finished her surprise words, she saw the curve of Zhao Yang's mouth, stomped her feet, and said coquettishly: "Senior brother--"

"Okay, okay, this soup tastes good. I wonder if I can drink it when I was injured, or if it will be available in the future?"

"Hmph, I think beautifully..."

...

When Zhao Yang brought Zuo Ling'er to the front of the hall, the disciples of Qingyun Sect were already waiting in line.

Although Qingyun Sect is an immortal sect, most people in the sect are still in the realm of body refining and need to practice martial arts every day to survive. Therefore, there are few interruptions in martial arts practices every morning and evening.

Zhao Yang first took Zuo Ling'er into the hall to incense the tablets of the mourning hall, then walked out of the hall with his sword and stood on the steps.

"Greetings to the sect leader!"

"Perform a martial arts!"

With Zhao Yang's order, the disciples under the nine-story steps immediately drew their swords and danced.

These disciples practiced the basic swordsmanship of Qingyun Sect. There were not many moves or complicated things, and they felt like they were not skillful.

The sun rises in the distance, the fairy mountain is misty, the hall is towering nearby, the sword light is flying, and there is a fairy-like little junior sister around you, which is a true fairyland.

After the practice of a sword technique, nearly a hundred people in the entire square stood in silence with swords.

"good."

Zhao Yang spoke lightly.

"Thank you, Sect Master!"

The disciples responded with fists.

Zhao Yang nodded and was about to take Zuo Ling'er back to the back mountain, but saw Zhang Tao wearing white clothes step forward.

"metropolitan!"

What other tricks does this kid plan to do?

"What's the matter?"

"Sect Master, yesterday the Sect Master shocked the old thief Hu with a sword in the hall, and the disciple was really envious. However, the disciple was dull and could not figure out the profoundness of that sword. I wonder if the Sect Master could demonstrate it to the disciple again? I think all junior brothers have this wish, right?"

Although Zhang Tao bowed and spoke, his eyes glanced at Zhao Yang. Seeing the hint of surprise on his face, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

After Zhang Tao finished speaking, the disciples in the square looked at Zhao Yang with eager eyes.

Yesterday, someone saw Zhao Yang's sword, but someone didn't. I naturally hoped to observe such swordsmanship. I didn't see it through the door and passed it through the door, and I was eager to see the shocking sword of the sect leader.

Hearing Zhang Tao's words, Zuo Ling'er's face turned pale, and she hurriedly protected Zhao Yang behind her and said anxiously: "No, no!"

"Why can't it?" Zhang Tao stepped forward and said loudly: "Junior sister, my Qingyun Sect was in a disaster and my disciples were depressed. This is the time to boost the morale of the sect. The sect leader demonstrated advanced sword skills to us, so that we know that there are experts like the sect leader as a backing, why can't it be?"

"Senior brother, he, he doesn't work, he doesn't work!" Zuo Ling'er saw Zhang Tao approaching, raised her hand and raised the sword in front of her chest, pressed her hand on the hilt of the sword, and said anxiously.

The senior brother told me that no one should know that he had lost all his cultivation, otherwise he would have a life-threatening disaster and Qingyun Sect would have great trouble.

At this time, Zhang Tao forced his senior brother to practice swordsmanship. If the senior brother couldn't practice it, wouldn't it let others know that he had lost his cultivation? This is absolutely not possible!

Seeing Zuo Ling'er protecting herself behind her like a little hen protecting an egg, Zhao Yang felt funny, but there was no expression on his face.

Seeing Zuo Ling'er like this, Zhang Tao was furious in his heart, gritted his teeth, turned around, looked at the disciples below, and said in a loss: "It seems that the sword is a secret master of the sect, and we ordinary disciples have no chance to see it..."

Turning his back to Zhao Yang and Zuo Ling'er, Zhang Tao slowly pressed the hilt of the sword with his hand. His expression changed from loss to arrogance. He drew out the long sword and shouted: "My Qingyun Sect is in this situation, what else do you care about the secret sect? Today, I, Zhang Tao, will be the sect sinner once! Senior brother, offended-"

Before he finished speaking, the man had already swung his head and turned around and stabbed Zhao Yang!

"Senior Brother Zhang, you're crazy!"

"Senior brother, no!"

...

Through the nine-story stairs, the disciples below were not as anxious as possible to stop them. What's more, it's even less clear how many people really wanted to stop them.

Zuo Ling'er was standing in front of Zhao Yang and kept holding the hilt of the sword. At this time, Zhang Tao turned around and came out of the sword and directly passed her over. The sword tip pointed to the top of her head, where Zhao Yang's throat.

Zhang Tao's second level of Qi Refining has a deep sword technique. At this time, he drew his sword with anger and his momentum was like a rainbow. In Zuo Ling'er's eyes, the sword light was like a stream of light, solemn and fierce!

Looking at Zhao Yang's somewhat shocked expression, Zhang Tao was full of energy.

This sword will tear all your disguise to pieces!

In the midst of lightning, Zuo Ling'er instinctively wanted to dodge sideways.

Senior brother has lost all his cultivation now!

The steps moved slightly, and a divine thought flashed across my heart, and I couldn't hide!

"warehouse--"

Zuo Ling'er's long sword was unsheathed, closed her eyes, and swung her sword according to the trajectory that she had practiced for thousands of times!
Chapter completed!