My Martial Arts Can Train Themselves

The yellow sand is light.

In the hot sun, Jianing looked pale.

Yang Yi flicked her forehead and let her relax a little.

The gap is too big.

The boundary was crushed. Wei Lao, who was half reading about the heaven, was cut off just three moves!

Although this is related to the physical exertion of Old Wei after chasing Qi Zhen, it's too exaggerated to be broken.

The more I contacted Yang Yi, the more I felt that this man was a bottomless pit.

The strength is not bottomless!

The most terrible thing is that the defense forbidden curse on him is still invalid... Jianing was able to face Yang Yi calmly with the protection of forbidden curse before, but now she has no capital at all.

Like the fish on the chopping board, let Yang Yi handle it.

As Yang Yi said, if you want to live, you should not talk about conditions, but look at Yang Yi's mood and obey orders!

Feel the strong Qi group rooted in the body, just like a time bomb. It's okay at ordinary times, but as long as Yang Yi has an idea, it will detonate.

Jianing dared not be any more capricious and stood quietly.

Yang Yi paced a few steps and came to the body held by Gongshu.

He found that there was no space for the ring on the latter. When he rushed out of the cage, he wanted to see a streamer fly away. It was estimated that the royal family took back the ring.

Like the operation of Donglai palace, stop the loss in time, but in this way, the royal family will soon know the news of the public loser's murder.

Look back to Jianing.

In fact, it's nothing to do against the court.

This world has few feelings of family and country, and the royal family is just a bigger force.

Of course, it's not a good thing to expose yourself too early.

It's not necessary.

So.

If, as Jia Ning said, she can suppress this matter, Yang Yi is certainly welcome.

Yang Yichong smiled, trying to save her approachable image, and then said, "Princess Jianing, don't worry, that strength will stay in your body for half a year at most."

"That is to say, you are my hostage in the past six months. Don't try to find someone to clear it, because it is likely to detonate first in the process."

"Of course, if you are willing to make fun of your life, you can try."

Yang Yi made a vigorous effort at will towards the body held by the public loser.

A moment later, the body triggered a small-scale gas explosion, and finally became a leather bag backbone body as if it had been steamed dry.

Jianing: "

She was so frightened that she even died. Would she have to die so ugly?

I can't accept it anyway!

"Six months later, this strength will disappear?"

Jianing can't wait to ask.

"There is a time limit for the separation of vigorous Qi. At most, you can recover your freedom in half a year."

Yang Yi said truthfully.

It is not impossible to be a hostage for half a year in this form.

Originally, his own life was in the hands of the other party. Nothing is worse than this. After doing a good job in heart construction, Jianing said decisively: "well, it's up to you! Rest assured that I will solve the problem of holding my brother. He has few supporters in the court, even if his father and Emperor are not optimistic. The problem is not big. Master Lang, you, your ideal country and even Wanxian valley will not be involved."

"I hope you can keep your promise."

Yang Yi stood where he was and let the other party leave.

Jianing timidly walked to old Wei. Up to now, she is still in a trance.

I wanted to go quickly before, but now I can go, but I can't believe it.

Old Wei took a deep look at Yang Yi, and then took Jianing away. However, just two steps away, Yang Yi's voice came again.

"Wait."

Jianing turned around and her eyes were confused. She was afraid that Yang Yi would go back.

"Princess Jianing, do you still have Flying Star Jade on you? I want to stay and make a double insurance."

Yang Yi smiled.

There was something in his tone that could not be rejected.

"That's a royal Keepsake..."

What did Wei Laogang want to say? Jianing consciously threw out a flying star jade, "can we go now?"

Her face is full of grievances, even humiliation!

However, she didn't think about the psychological feeling of the other party at that time when she just watched the believers in the camp and was brutally killed.

Do those who were killed inexplicably feel humiliated?

It's no longer a matter of humiliation. It's even life.

"Go."

Yang Yi takes back his eyes.

He simply cleaned up the scene. When he looked back, the other party had gone far.

Come to the hill outside the woods.

He turned his head and saw the body of the ten thousand steward of the Yin Sha door. He grabbed it and hung it upside down with one foot.

"You're smart. You know how to eat the pill and pretend to be dead."

Smiling and shaking, the body of manager Wan came back to life.

"Oh, great Xia Lang, don't. I know my mistake. I shouldn't help tyranny."

Manager Wan begged bitterly.

He is just the strength of juding territory. He is like a chicken in Yang Yi's hands.

Yang Yi flicked him away.

"Wait for me here. If you dare to escape, I believe you understand the end."

Yang Yi's mental power seemed to throw Wan Guanshi into the abyss. He was sweating hard. He was too busy to dare.

Yang Yi took a look and walked to the camp.

The camp was in a mess, full of blood.

However, with the shutdown of the soul gathering tower, the change ended and the battle almost subsided.

Only a few disciples of the Yin Sha sect are still fighting tenaciously.

Qu Yi, the manager of the camp, and players such as Linglong, are doing the final elimination.

The crackling fighting frightened the surviving believers to hide in the tent, dare not come out, and prayed piously.

Yang Yi shook his head, ignored these people, came to the place where the disciples of the Yin Sha sect stubbornly resisted, and threw out the package containing Qi Zhen's head.

Those disciples of the Yin Sha sect were frightened and lost their intention to fight.

Qu Yi and others seized the opportunity to pursue and annihilate all these people.

"Young Xia Yang, I was just wondering where you went. I didn't expect you to solve all the masters of the Yin Sha sect." Linglong runs over excitedly.

Beside her was a decent looking middle-aged man, Qu Yi.

Qu Yi solemnly hugged Yang Yi and said, "I heard from Linglong that great Xia Yang is a friend of great Xia lang. thanks to your help."

Yang Yi has now changed back to his original appearance. He put away the water grain broadsword, waved his hand and said with a smile: "it's nothing. It's just a little effort."

“……”

Kill the head of the Yin Sha sect with a hand?

That's a master who can read the whole world!

Qu Yi twitched at the corners of his mouth. No wonder they all said that people are divided into groups. Those who can become friends with the mysterious great Xia Lang are really not ordinary people.

Look more respectful.

During the conversation, the believers who hid in the tent ran out and knelt down in front of Yang Yi, as if they regarded Yang Yi as a God to save suffering and difficulties.

Yang Yi doesn't want to lend a helping hand to the weak, but he doesn't like people who hide when they encounter difficulties and always only burn incense and worship God. Although in today's situation, they really don't have much room to fight back.

Some reluctantly shook their heads and asked people to disperse these believers.

"Qu Guanshi, my brother Lang is out of tune. He thinks about it all day. He runs here today and there tomorrow. Sometimes he can't see anyone for a long time. To put it bluntly, he lacks a sense of responsibility and is not suitable to be a leader. He is enthusiastic about what he does. Sometimes he forgets what he did the day before."

"If you feel embarrassed, you'd better dismiss everyone. It's not necessary."

"The people who offend this time are not only the Yin Sha sect, but also greater forces behind the Yin Sha sect. If you stay here, I'm afraid your life will be in danger."

Yang Yi briefly narrated the matter, but did not mention the public loss to hold their identity.

Qu Yi was surprised at first, then lost in thought. Finally, he answered Yang Yi and said, "thank you for your reminding, but I think the original intention of great Xia Lang is good."

"At the beginning of everything, there will be a lot of trouble, but it's far from giving up. Since Wanxian Valley is dangerous, we'll find another place to take root when we finish rectifying."

Qu Yi holds his fist with firm eyes.

Seeing this, Yang Yi couldn't help laughing: "well, whatever you want."

After thinking about it, he took out some silver and materials from the space ring and said, "take these. Development needs resources. I'll give them for my brother lang."

"This."

Qu Yi hesitated.

But Yang Yi didn't give him much room to think and left.

"Linglong, are you sure that great Xia Yang is just a friend of great Xia Lang? How did he feel that he was scolding himself just now?"

Qu Yi looked at Yang Yi's back and turned to Linglong, "When I think about it carefully, I can't remember the appearance of great Xia Lang now. It seems that his temperament is similar to that of great Xia Yang. At first, I thought that great Xia Lang used some secret method to prevent himself from being exposed. But now think about it, does great Xia Lang not exist? It's just a personality of great Xia Yang? Some people have dual personalities. They seem to exist independently, like sleepwalkers Wake up and don't know what you've done. "

"Oh, Mr. Qu, if you don't take photos, you're a talent. You'd better take these at ease."

Linglong saw that Yang Yi was far away and quickly caught up.

"Young Xia Yang, where are you going next? Do you still have a chance to meet again? I decided to stay and help Mr. Qu tidy up the camp before leaving."

She came close to say goodbye.

"I'm going to meet my old friends. I should meet them as long as you practice hard."

Yang Yi also likes Linglong's lively character, so he is willing to say more. The other party is now a player of Youling's skill, and probably can meet again in the future.

And when we see it again, our strength is likely to make a qualitative leap.

"I will certainly try my best to practice!"

Linglong was full of confidence, but on second thought, she felt that such a guarantee was too dry to reflect her fighting spirit, so she said seriously: "young Xia Yang, if I practice hard, I will be even stronger than you one day in the future. Can you promise to marry me?"

Is this... An advertisement? A little sudden.

Yang Yi was stunned for a moment and immediately said with a smile, "OK, but I'm not so good to surpass."

"That's not necessarily true. You'll see!"

With Yang Yi's positive reply, Linglong was full of fighting spirit. It was more a declaration of war than an advertisement.

Looking at the girl Gu Ziran away, Yang Yi couldn't cry or laugh. If Linglong was really better than him one day, soft food would be very delicious.

Although it's impossible.

With this in mind, Yang Yi opened the panel of Youling's art and found exquisite player information.

"Hoo, fortunately, Linglong's advertisement is not a task."

If Linglong's words were inspired by Youling's skill, Yang Yi would not be angry, but there would be a little loss.

After leaving the camp.

Yang Yi found Wan steward and opened the door to the mountain: "take me to juhun tower."

The sect leader is dead. How dare the steward disobey? Take Yang Yi to the soul gathering tower.

At this time, it was evening, the setting sun was shining, and the shadow of a five story ancient tower was pulled out of a long area, quiet and dangerous.

Yang Yi stood high and glanced.

Looking at the surrounding environment, this is a completely mined mining area. You can still hear the sound of clattering hoes hitting rocks.

Obviously, a batch of hard work was added to the Yin brake door, and a load of blackened ore was transported into the tower.

There are many disciples of Yin Sha sect nearby, shouting and whipping.

They didn't know that something had happened to the Yin Sha gate, and everything was going on in order.

"Great Xia Lang, this soul gathering tower is the mountain treasure of the Yin Sha sect. It has been built by the head of the early Yin Sha sect for more than 50 years. If you open the windows on each floor, you will blow evil spirits. It's very strange. Those disciples who practice the Yin Sha sect's skills and soul slaves will enhance their combat effectiveness in this evil wind."

Wan Guanshi showed deep hatred, as if he had forgotten his identity.

"Soul slave, are these hard workers soul slaves?"

Yang Yi frowned. These are ordinary people who have no foundation of cultivation.

"Yes, the Yin Sha sect does a lot of evil. Every year, they go to nearby towns and villages to catch people and act as soul slaves. They mine here all year round. Their bodies are soaked with the evil spirit in the soul gathering tower and have no foundation for cultivation. When the wind blows, they will change."

"What are these dark ores?"

Yang Yi pointed to carts of black ore mined from nearby mines.

"These are black devil mines, which are necessary for maintaining the evil spirit of the soul gathering tower. In addition, the Yin Sha gate will sacrifice hundreds of people every year. Sometimes if the number is not enough, they will catch monsters."

Manager Wan became more and more indignant and cried, "to tell you the truth, great Xia Lang, I was forced by the Yin evil gate, which is not much different from these working soul slaves."

"Really?"

"If there is half a lie, it will thunder..."

Boom!

Before Wan Guan's words were finished, Yang Yi was furious and crushed his head.

The headless corpse fell to the entrance of the mine from a high place. The soul slaves who transported the mine were startled and screamed. The disciples of Yinsha sect kept rushing here.

Yang Yi looked down indifferently. The flashing arc on his hand cleared his blood. He turned his head to the soul gathering tower and flew over.

"Bold little thief, how dare you break into the important place of our Yin Sha door? Die quickly!"

I don't know where to rush out an old man in xuanpao. He was furious, his hands were claws, glowing with blood, and hit Yang Yi.

"It's the closed elder!"

The disciples of Yin Sha sect at the bottom exclaimed, and some people still had a look of fanaticism in their eyes.

"The eldest elder is a master who is half reading the Tongqiao territory. He is in a closed pass. Unexpectedly, someone forced the eldest elder to leave the pass. Tut tut... But that's all."

Boom!

As soon as the voice of the disciple of the Yin Sha sect fell, the great elder who had high hopes was kicked off and smashed into the mine like a shell. His life and death were uncertain.

At the same time, Yang Yi's body fell to the first floor of the soul gathering tower. With a strong wind, he closed the tower door.