The strongest cultivator in the heavens

Chapter 51

At night, Yang Wenhao woke up from his practice.

At this time, the outside has been shrouded in darkness, and now is the most suitable time for Yang Wenhao.

To be on the safe side, Yang Wenhao put on a set of black night clothes and covered his face.

He took out his sword and don't put it on his waist, turned out of the room, and ran in the direction of Siguo Cliff at the back of Huashan Mountain.

The moon was shining brightly in the sky, and although the faint white light on the ground was not as bright as in the daytime, at least as long as there was no obstruction, you could still see the road ahead clearly.

Coming to Siguo Cliff, Yang Wenhao quietly came to the thatched hut, looked in through the window, and saw that Linghu Chong was sleeping soundly inside, so Yang Wenhao was relieved.

Then he turned and walked towards the cave he had entered during the day.

Since it was night, the cave was extremely dark, so I reached out and took out something I had prepared earlier, a flashlight.

In places like this, flashlights are very useful.

Following the memory of the day, Yang Wenhao found the target point.

"It's here!"

Yang Wenhao had already determined that the back of this stone wall was empty during the day, so then he only needed to use some methods to break through the wall.

He reached out and touched it, and found that most of the gaps in the stone wall were glued together with plaster.

"Then it's easy to do."

Pulling out the sword at his waist, Yang Wenhao directly pierced a gap in the plaster.

How could the mud be able to block Yang Wenhao's sword, so he was stabbed to the deepest point without any suspense.

After going back and forth several times, Yang Wenhao finally stretched out his hand to grab a stone, stunned and grabbed it out.

When the stone was caught, it turned out that there was a secret room inside.

Now that there is a flaw, it can be broken through with a little force.

Yang Wenhao took the most direct way, kicking out, directly knocking down half of the wall.

A half-person-high entrance appeared in front of him, and Yang Wenhao didn't hesitate, and got in.

Entering the secret room behind the stone wall, the road ahead illuminated by the flashlight in Yang Wenhao's hand.

"Crack."

Suddenly, Yang Wenhao's feet were empty. When he looked down, he found that he had stepped on a white bone at some point, perhaps because of weathering, this white bone had already turned into dust under Yang Wenhao's feet.

He didn't care about this bone, because he knew that there might be more corpses ahead.

When he reached out, there was no way where the flashlight irradiated, and then Yang Wenhao shone the flashlight on the surrounding walls.

On the wall illuminated by Yang Wenhao's flashlight, a few lines of large characters stood out.

"Five Sacred Sword Sect is shameless and vulgar, it is not allowed to sneak attack and harm people."

There are [-] big characters in total, Yang Wenhao smiled faintly when he saw these [-] big characters.

Needless to say, it is known that it was inscribed by the people of the Sun Moon God Sect.

Although the Wuyue Sword Sect is known as decent, but often this kind of force is for the so-called righteousness and unscrupulous means.

So Yang Wenhao has never had a good impression of any decent family.

In his eyes, he is both good and evil, he can be decent or a cult.

What he does has nothing to do with others.

"Ding detected that there are a lot of sword-breaking moves around the host, whether to spend [-] points for fusion, after fusion, you can improve your swordsmanship proficiency."

"Fusion." Nonsense, this is what I came here for, if I didn't come here to integrate, it would be in vain.

"Deducting one hundred points, the host's swordsmanship proficiency will be improved."

Yang Wenhao was a little surprised that he didn't hear the voice of raising the level.

And when he took a closer look at his proficiency in swordsmanship, he found that there was still a long way to go before reaching perfection in the next stage.

But despite this, he could clearly feel that his understanding of swordsmanship had improved to a certain extent.

"Because the host really wants to improve the realm of swordsmanship, he can spend a thousand points to directly upgrade to superb, whether to upgrade."

"Get out!" Yang Wenhao's total earnings are only this, and now it's not worth it to improve a sword skill.

Besides, with his current swordsmanship, even if he faces Dongfang Bubai, he can remain invincible, and even find a chance to win.

So what's the point of improving swordsmanship now.

Yang Wenhao left the secret room, and when Yang Wenhao was considering whether to seal the place, a cold wind suddenly came from behind.

"bang"

Yang Wenhao blocked the attack with one palm, and held the flashlight with the other hand, looking at the figure in front of him very vigilantly. The peripheral light of the flashlight allowed Yang Wenhao to see the appearance of the figure in front of him very clearly.

"The white-haired old man? You are Feng Qingyang, right?"

Seeing Yang Wenhao mention his name in one mouthful, Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed with surprise, and he said, "Are you the boy from the Huashan School during the day?"

"Haha." Yang Wenhao smiled lightly, his eyes full of smiles.

"What's so ridiculous." Feng Qingyang looked at Yang Wenhao coldly.

Yang Wenhao said, "I'm sorry, but I'm not the Huashan disciple you mentioned."

"Then if it's not, why did you sneak in here late at night." Feng Qingyang said: "Be clear, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

Since the other party was not Huashan's disciple, he didn't care much about it.

Yang Wenhao naturally didn't understand what Feng Qingyang was thinking, but he knew that Feng Qingyang in front of him was a disciple of Huashan Sword Sect, and he had seen the scene of him entering the cave just now.

"Why should I tell you?"

"Then I'll hit you until you beg for mercy." Feng Qingyang was not an easy-going lamp, so he changed his palm and patted Yang Wenhao.

"Don't say you don't know how to use palms, even if you know how to do it."

Yang Wenhao also countered it with palms.

After one round, Feng Qingyang took several steps back, but Yang Wenhao didn't move at all.

For this result, Yang Wenhao is quite satisfied. After all, he is also a monk at the fifth level of qi training, comparable to a congenital warrior.

Feng Qingyang is an innate martial artist, and Yang Wenhao was able to repel Feng Qingyang with such a move even though he was not good at hand movements, it was also very good for him to take over.

Seeing that Yang Wenhao was motionless, Feng Qingyang knew that it would not work with his own shortcomings.

"boom"

Feng Qingyang shook with one foot, because it was a cave, and because of Linghu Chong, there were many dry branches inside, because of this shock, Feng Qingyang lifted a dead branch and immediately grabbed it in his hand.

Swordsmanship is the strength that Feng Qingyang is proud of. It can be said that there is no one in the world who can compare to Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship.

But Yang Wenhao is an exception, he is not from this world, but his swordsmanship is not in vain.

"Since you use a sword, then I will accompany you."

Yang Wenhao drew out the long sword at his waist.

"Ah"

Feng Qingyang's whole body was shaken, and he attacked Yang Wenhao with a brand new momentum.

(End of this chapter)