Everyone is a demon, why are you covered in holy light?.

Chapter 228 An ancient practice method?two months!

Regarding this battle, it was quite inexplicable, but fortunately, it didn't delay Yang An's time too much.

Yang An always dealt with this kind of person who personally came to provoke him as soon as he could. If he could kill him now, he would definitely not wait until three days later.

Three days, that's a full 36 hours, who knows if there will be any variables in it.

Clapping his hands, he looked at the slowly healing bloodstains and the dissipating blue light on his shoulders.

Although the wound has healed, I have to say that this guy still has two brushes, and the power of the sword energy is really good.

If he hadn't met him, he could be regarded as the best of the bunch.

It's a pity that it's just that.

Not to mention Rouju, he even killed Zombie God. On the way to Shifang City, I don’t know how many monsters of Rouju were killed, and Rouju is nothing.

Footsteps sounded not far away, and two beautiful figures rushed over quickly.

They were Hui Yu and Miao Shuang, two disciples of Yang An's maidservants.

It's just that when he saw that only Yang An was standing here, but Yin Zhou had disappeared, there was a big hole in the courtyard, and there was a long ravine not far away.

It was obvious that a battle had taken place here, and there was even an aura of magic that had not completely dissipated in the air.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother Yin Zhou, he..."

The two women seemed to have thought of something, and their expressions suddenly became strange.

"he's gone."

Yang An replied very calmly, he didn't plan to waste any more time, ignored the two women, and walked towards the small attic.

"Clean up here."

"……Yes!"

Looking at Yang An's leaving back, the two women seemed to have not recovered, and they didn't respond until Yang An walked away, and the two looked at each other.

Senior brother Yin Zhou... is dead!
As the five-star disciple of Tieshan Tower, and the leader among the five-star disciples, he just died like this.

This is the vision of the elder of the internal affairs of the Jinluo Pavilion, it is really vicious.

No wonder senior brother Yin Zhou was rejected, but he chose to bring back a disciple from the outer sect who was not from the Jinluo Pavilion.

If we talk about them before, not only them, but also a group of Tieshanlou disciples were puzzled by Elder Zhuanyu's refusal of Senior Brother Yin Zhou.

With Senior Brother Yin Zhou's talent and strength, as well as his status in Tieshan Tower, if these elders in the door choose to be apprentices on their own initiative, most of them will choose to accept it.

Only Elder Zhuanyu was so stubborn that he refused to accept him as a disciple.

Now it seems that there is a reason.

A strong middle has its own strong middle hand, and there are green hills outside the mountains and buildings outside the buildings.

Where did Senior Brother Yang come from?So powerful? !
Although they didn't know it, both women realized that if they could serve this senior brother well, it might be a chance in the future.

Soon Yang An returned to the small attic, but when he closed the door with his backhand and was about to go to the quiet room on the second floor to continue the preparations for the shell raising technique that had been suspended before, his footsteps stopped suddenly.

At some point in the hall, a figure suddenly appeared, sitting on the main seat where he had sat before, looking at him with a smile on his face.

It's a foolish old man!

"Master!"

Yang An immediately saluted.

He knew that the fluctuations in the battle between himself and that Yin Zhou would definitely be noticed by the old man Zhuanyu, but he didn't expect the old man Zhuanyu to be so elusive.

"You did well."

The old man Zhuanyu slowly got up from his seat and walked towards Yang An.

In fact, when Yin Zhou died, he rushed over immediately, but Yang An didn't notice him just now.

Regarding Yin Zhou's death, he did not expect it, nor did Wen Zhao.

Originally, in the two people's predictions, Yin Zhou, whose cultivation base was greater than Yang An's, was also stronger than Yang An's. The result of this battle can already be imagined.

Wenzhao didn't intend to stop Zhuanyu to the end, in fact, as long as Yin Zhou achieved his goal, he would definitely let Zhuanyu take action in the end, leaving Yang An alive.

Otherwise, if Yang An died in the hands of Yin Zhou, then the two of them would have completely torn the face between them, and they would be enemies in the future.

With two disciples, how could it be possible to influence the grievances between their two internal affairs elders.

But no one expected that Yin Zhou would suddenly disappear just after the battle, even within two breaths...

It's like disappearing from this world all of a sudden, completely disappearing, even the soul disappears together!
Even they were completely surprised by Yang An's strength.

So between the two of them, at the moment Yin Zhou died, it was no longer the sign of plague blocking Boyu, but it became the sign of plague blocking Boyu.

After all, this is the disciple of Wen Zhaoxin's new income, and it has not been announced to the public in the future, and it has not even had a formal apprenticeship ceremony in time, so it suddenly disappeared.

It is conceivable what kind of emotional state the plague omen was at that time.

However, Wen Zhao can take action to stop Zhuan Yu, and Zhuan Yu can also take action to stop Wen Zhao.

Both of them are in the same way, and neither can do anything to the other in a short time.

In the end, this matter was so unresolved, only Wen Zhao left a sentence before leaving:

"You'd better pray that he doesn't walk out of the mountain gate of the Golden Thread Pavilion!"

Zhuan Yu didn't pay too much attention to Wen Zhao's words, but just watched Wen Zhao angrily leave the Golden Tower, and he felt infinite joy in his heart.

This disciple really got it right!

Not only can it help him complete his plan for Dade Temple, but there is even a surprise.

He has already reported the planned matter to the Pavilion Master, and after a while, when the time is right, Yang An will be sent to Dade Temple.

At that time, if Yang Eucalyptus can achieve something in Dade Temple, it will be of strategic value to the Golden Thread Pavilion, even if Wen Zhao wants to attack him, the pavilion master will not allow it.

So he won't worry about it at all.

In the small attic.

Facing the praise of the dedicated and foolish old man, Yang An seemed at a loss.

It was just killing someone, so why boast about it?Is there something else involved in this matter?

"You did a good job in this matter, so I can give you a small reward as a teacher. Tell me, what do you want? My background in the Golden Thread Pavilion may satisfy all your requirements!"

The old man Zhuanyu said with a smile, the more he looks at Yang An, the more satisfied he is now.

And this kind of surprise?

Yang An obviously didn't expect that there would be an unexpected joy just by killing Yin Zhou.

award?What does he need?
Of course it is the Art of Fate!
He has now reached the middle stage of meat slaughter, and the next step is the late stage of meat murder.

But if he didn't find a suitable Fate Dao Technique in advance, no matter how much his cultivation base improved, he would still be stuck in the middle stage of flesh death.

So the art of fate is the most important.

"It would be great if the master could let the disciple choose a technique."

Yang Yu replied immediately.

"Spells? Why are you obsessed with techniques? Don't you understand the principle of being harmed by others without specialization in techniques?"

For such things as spells, in this world, the more the better, it is precisely because of all kinds of cruel costs. If you practice too many spells, you will put yourself in danger.

This is not a good thing for any monk.

If you can practice a technique to a sufficiently proficient level, the power under specialization and the less cost you bear, it is the most suitable practice method for monks.

"The exercises practiced by the disciples need to rely on enough techniques to improve their cultivation."

Yang An didn't say the name of his practice, but explained it like this.

The miraculous solution comes from the Difa Tablet, and he has not yet figured out the origin of the Difa Tablet, so it is natural to conceal this kind of thing.

Although he also knew that the fewer spells, the better, but that was for others.

For him, having the ability to purify and eliminate costs, and these things that can enhance his strength, naturally, the more the better.

But he didn't want the old man Zhuanyu to frown when he heard Yang An's answer.

"Cultivation techniques that rely on magic techniques to improve? Unexpectedly, such an ancient practice method is still passed down in this era. You have taken a fork in the road that you can't turn back."

"..."

The ancient method of practice?

Yang An keenly grasped this key word, and was very puzzled.

How does the Miao Dao Jie Shu have something to do with ancient times?

Could it be that this kind of cultivation method has long been eliminated in this era?

Originally, Zhuanyu was in a good mood because of his satisfaction with Yang An, but when he heard that Yang An's practice was an ancient way, he couldn't help but suppress his smile.

Cultivation method can only go one way to the dark, even he has no way to do it, once the method is practiced, it cannot be changed.

Now that he has practiced such a technique, it means that the price and danger that Yang An needs to bear will be more complicated and terrifying than ordinary monks, which is not a good thing.

But since Yang An had made up his mind, he didn't stop him.

"This is a golden order, which can open the entrance to the long river of golden strands. In the long river of golden strands, there are various spells and various cultivation methods that I have accumulated for countless years in the Golden Thread Pavilion. This order can only be used once. You can only choose one of them, be careful!"

The old man Zhuanyu handed out a palm-sized jade tablet from his hand.

"Thank you, Master!"

Yang An happily took it over, and information about it appeared in front of him.

After a cursory glance, he confirmed that the object was consistent with what the old man Zhuanyu said, so he put it in the meat burial talisman.

"Two months, the time left for you is only two months, prepare early and don't slack off."

The old man Zhuanyu seemed to have lost interest, and after reminding Yang An, he immediately left.

"Yes!"

Watching the old man Zhuanyu's figure fade away suddenly, as if he had come and gone without a trace, Yang An suddenly fell to the ground.

Countless golden lights crawled around his body like ants, constantly entering and exiting his body, Yang An rolled all over the ground, with an uncontrollable pain on his face.

Acting has to be a complete set, although the old man Zhuanyu has left, but he is still spying on him.

This is the time when he "explodes his value", and this process is naturally going through it just in case.

After a stick of incense had passed, Yang An's clothes were soaked in cold sweat, his whole face became extremely pale, and his lips turned purple.

Fortunately, the "price" has disappeared, and the broken flesh and blood are recovering rapidly.

Yang An finally took a breath, dragged his exhausted body, and walked towards the quiet room on the second floor.

Two months is not much, and it is not much, but the things that should be prepared in advance must be prepared.

(End of this chapter)