The strongest cultivator in the heavens

Chapter 127 Gambling Must Lose?
In the end, at Yang Wenhao's request, Wan Jian taught Yang Wenhao the knowledge of swordsmanship with the dragon-slaying sword in his hand.

And Yang Wenhao's guess is not wrong, Wan Jian's swordsmanship is indeed much higher than his.

As far as Wan Jian's level of swordsmanship is concerned, even with Yang Wenhao's genius, unless he spends a lot of points accumulating, it will take him several years to reach that level.

A year passed in the blink of an eye, and Yang Wenhao's cultivation had once again broken through to the fourth level of the Golden Core stage. In fact, he was very suppressed during this period, trying to accumulate results instead of making a quick breakthrough.

But despite his suppression, he still broke through two small realms.

If you don't want to suppress it, he may be the fifth or even sixth level monk in the golden core stage now, but he is not as urgent as the beginning.

He is very patient. In fact, with the achievements he has accumulated now, he is not afraid of the sixth level monks at all.

It's just that the realm is a little short. If he really wants to fight, he can fight across two small realms.

Under Wan Jianyi's teaching, Yang Wenhao's swordsmanship has also been significantly improved.

And Yang Wenhao's proficiency in the Ghost Slaying Art has also been raised to a certain level.

If you hold the dragon-slaying sword in your hand, the power it uses is much, much greater, and there is already a tendency to catch up with Wan Jianyi.

It is only a matter of time before the rest catch up with Wan Jianyi.

In one year, Yang Wenhao has learned everything he should have learned.

Wan Jianyi has nothing left to teach him.

"Master."

"I'm not your master." Wan Jian shook his head and said.

"No." Yang Wenhao said: "You teach me the same technique as Master Daoxuan, then you are also my master."

Wan Jian glanced at Yang Wenhao, and then said, "As you wish."

Yang Wenhao and Wan Jianyi stood side by side in front of the cliff.

The gentle breeze blows in, making people feel relaxed physically and mentally.

In the distance are some cranes shuttling among the white clouds.

The two of them remained silent for a long time, neither of them spoke to break the calm.

After a long time, Yang Wenhao was the first to speak: "Master, I am going to go down the mountain to practice."

Wan Jian nodded and said: "That's right, you should go down the mountain to experience it. No matter how good you practice, you are always alone. The actual combat is the place to test the truth."

Yang Wenhao said: "After the apprentice goes down the mountain, there will be no one to accompany the master."

Wan Jian waved his hand and said: "It's okay, so many years have passed, why don't you come here with no one to accompany you?"

"If there is anything, please ask Master Daoxuan to inform the disciples." Yang Wenhao said.

"Well, you go." Wan Jian nodded.

Subsequently, Yang Wenhao left the ancestral hall of the patriarch.

After returning to Tongtian Peak, he found Daoxuan waiting here.

"Master." Yang Wenhao cupped his hands.

"Have you already decided?" Daoxuan asked.

Yang Wenhao nodded and said, "Yes, it has been decided."

"Then if that's the case, I won't stop you. After all, your strength is not weaker than anyone in the younger generation." Daoxuan said.

Yang Wenhao's strength is considered to be in the late stage of the Qingyun sect, unless it is the old immortals of the Demon Sect, otherwise no one can cause harm to Yang Wenhao.

Under normal circumstances, there is a rule that people of the older generation are not allowed to attack the younger generation, so Daoxuan doesn't have to worry too much.

After preparing everything, Yang Wenhao went down the mountain.

In the past four years of staying on the mountain, Yang Wenhao has hardly gained any points, and almost consumed almost all of them.

So for the future, he now has to go down the mountain to see if he can get some points.

Qingyunmen is located in Zhongzhou, so there are prosperous towns around after going down the mountain.

In the following time, Yang Wenhao inquired about news during the day, and went to collect points at night.

The thieves and robbers in a radius of tens of miles have basically been cleaned up by Yang Wenhao.

But after killing so many thieves, Yang Wenhao's points only reached one thousand.

In fact, killing the cultivator is the most worthwhile, but I have never encountered it at all.

In the blink of an eye, several months have passed, and there is still half a year left, when the time comes, I will have to go to Qing Yunmen.

Because the Qimai Grand Competition is about to start, Daoxuan must hope that Yang Wenhao will go back and win the first place for them in Tongtian Peak. .

On this day, he was resting in the field, and suddenly found someone fighting, and what seemed to be the real formula of Qing Yunmen.

Since the Qing Yun sect is here, who are they fighting with?

Could it be from the Demon Cult?
Thinking of this, Yang Wenhao was overjoyed, and flew directly to the battle place with his sword.

After passing through a forest, two figures were found fighting.

One of them was wearing the clothes of a disciple of Qingyun Sect, so he must be a member of Qingyun Sect.

And the other one was dressed in a black formal robe, which gave people a very strange feeling.

If it is said to be a member of the Devil's Cult, it should not be an exaggeration.

This was the first time Yang Wenhao met someone from the Demon Cult, how could Yang Wenhao be unhappy.

"Senior brother, I'm here to help you!"

With a flick of the long sword in Yang Wenhao's hand, a cold light was thrown out by Yang Wenhao.

At that moment, the devil's sect disciple who was concentrating on fighting with the Qingyunmen disciples stood on end, but the danger came sooner than he had imagined.

A silver-white light flashed, and the disciples of the Devil's Cult let out a cry like killing a pig.

I saw that the demon disciple's right arm was severed by Yang Wenhao's Congxin Sword.

Even the disciple of Qing Yun Sect watched this scene in a daze, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Damn it!" The Devil's Cult disciple turned his head and glared at Yang Wenhao, holding his broken right arm, full of hatred.

"Sky Profound Nine Swords!"

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and that sword seemed to be able to cut through the world of mortals and everything in the world.

The devil's disciple's face changed, and he could not help trembling when he sensed the extremely terrifying killing intent.

"withdraw"

The disciples of the Devil's Cult were not stupid, they ran away when they knew they couldn't beat them.

But how could Yang Wenhao give him a chance to run, and cut out a sword directly.

Even if the disciples of the Devil's Cult run fast, it is impossible for them to outrun Yang Wenhao's sword.

This sword energy streaked across the ground, leaving traces of tens of meters on the ground.

And that Demon Sect disciple also turned into two half corpses, dying with regret.

Seeing such a bloody scene, that Qingyunmen disciple also stood there for a long time unable to recover.

"Ding congratulations to the host for killing the direct disciple of the Changshengtang, and get a reward of [-] points."

"five hundred!"

Yang Wenhao seems to have seen a way to get rich.

Any direct disciple is comparable to the protagonist he has killed before.

If all of them were killed, wouldn't he become rich overnight?

Thinking of this, Yang Wenhao's face was full of joy, warriors are warriors, they are too good, only by killing such strong people can Yang Wenhao feel the sense of existence.

Then Yang Wenhao set his sights on that Qing Yun sect disciple.

【Du Bishu: The disciple of Tian Buyi, the first disciple of Dazhu Peak of Qingyunmen】

[Strength: Five Levels of Foundation Establishment Period]

【Age: 100+】

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