Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

A ray of sunshine falls on the courtyard, the sun rises, and the morning sun revives.

The third day has arrived.

In another hour, Zijinsou will be able to successfully refine the elixir.

When the time comes, Han Yang may leave Purple City, or even leave the wilderness and disappear without a trace.

If you want to intercept Han Yang, now is the last time.

The rising sun, which should have been warm, now had a chilling feel to it.

Purple Gold City did not revive because of the rising sun, it was still dead silent.

In the whole city, no one took to the streets or watched the excitement.

Everyone is behind closed doors, waiting for the final battle to come.

The city guards of Purple City, as well as the guards of the city lord's palace, are still patrolling and guarding diligently.

Their master is Zijinsou, not the wilderness.

At least until Zi Jinsou finishes refining the pills, they will still be used by Han Yang.

However, after a night of fighting, their moods could no longer calm down.

During the patrol, I would glance at the courtyard door from time to time.

At the entrance of the courtyard, Han Yang set up a barbecue grill and used charcoal fire to smoke the meat of an unknown monster. The grease dripped onto the red-hot charcoal, and the aroma was fragrant.

Try it, it tastes very good...

Han Yang stuffed a skewer of barbecue into the palm of Xiao Jiuer's hand.

Xiao Jiuer's eyebrows furrowed slightly, her little nose twitched, and she had a look of disgust on her face.

She prefers the sweet and sour candied haws to the slightly greasy barbecue.

Believe me, you will definitely like this taste after you try it. Han Yang's voice was full of bewitchment.

Sure enough, Xiao Jiuer looked at the greasy meat skewers and finally gave in and took a bite.

Then...the whole eyebrow stretched out.

Click!

She swallowed the bamboo stick in one gulp, stretched out her tongue and licked her lips, and then stretched out her little hand towards Han Yang with a look full of anticipation.

...

Han Yang angrily pulled out a piece of bamboo stick residue from between her teeth, How many times have I told you not to eat the bamboo stick together, that thing... doesn't taste good.

Xiao Jiuer blinked, a little confused.

Han Yang had no choice but to cut the barbecue piece by piece onto a plate and bring it to Xiao Jiuer.

Seeing Xiao Jiuer bring the whole plate to his mouth, Han Yang seemed to suddenly think of something and hurriedly shouted: Hey... you are not allowed to eat from the plate!

Click!

It's still too late to remind.

Even the meat and plate were bitten off by Xiao Jiuer.

...

In the end, Han Yang could only put the greasy barbecue directly into Xiao Jiuer's hands. He didn't believe that this foodie could eat it with his own hands.

Just when Han Yang picked up the knife and prepared to continue cutting the meat, a figure wearing a python robe appeared not far away.

Putting down the knife, he touched Xiao Jiu'er's head and said: Brother has something to do, so you can eat by yourself...Only meat is allowed, no other things are allowed!

Xiao Jiuer tilted his head, puzzled, and seemed to be thinking about what...meat was.

…

Han Yang, it's such a pity. You were supposed to be a talented person in my country, but I didn't expect you to be on the opposite side of my country.

The visitor spoke slowly.

Han Yang took off his apron and said calmly: Stop talking nonsense. If you want to fight, then fight.

The Great Chu and the Holy Sect are just the same thing.

They all covet the Najie in his own hand.

Not to mention the dominance of Da Chu, who would not know that Liu Changchun brought the longevity king to kill him. If he could not even grasp the movement trajectory of a second-level Martial King, the Da Chu Dynasty would have been overthrown long ago.

The only possibility is that the Chu Dynasty uses the longevity king to test his bottom line.

The true thoughts of the Chu Dynasty can also be seen from the direct poisoning of those two bullshit princes.

In the eyes of these imperial sects, no matter how talented they are, they are still just outsiders.

Only interests are eternal.

A Han Yang is dead as long as he can get the Shenxu treasure in Najie.

From the beginning, Han Yang saw through the dirty thoughts of these imperial sects.

The visitor replied with an indifferent expression: I am Xiang Baxian, the first prince of Dachu. It is disrespectful for you to speak to me like this.

Hearing this, Han Yang couldn't help but smile.

The first prince of Dachu?

The prince of Dachu didn't know whether he had killed two or three. Killing one more first prince would only take two swords.

He didn't even bother to know the name of the so-called first prince of Da Chu.

Xiang Baxian's eyes finally turned gloomy: Prince Dong once said that you laughed and cursed on the face, but had no respect for others in your heart. Now it seems that he is indeed right. It seems that you, a naturally rebellious person, cannot be raised. If it’s cooked, it’s better to kill it.”

Zheng!

Han Yang flicked his finger, and the magic sword came out of the box after a hundred battles.

The surging sword intent swept in all directions.

He expressed his disdain for Xiang Baxian through actions.

Some people just take their status as the Holy Son of the Imperial Dynasty too seriously.

As everyone knows, the only thing that truly determines fate and life and death is one's own strength, and... the knife in one's hand.

…

I didn't expect that Xiang Baxian would be the first to take action.

A few miles away, on a Royal Sky Boat, two people looked with interest at Han Yang and Xiang Baxian, who were preparing to fight.

One of them, shirtless, with a bald head and no eyebrows, and complex runes engraved on his body, was the first holy son of Jinyang Valley, Yang Shengtian.

When he was at the seventh level of Yuan Dan, he smashed the first-level Martial King with his fist.

He is also the only person in Jinyang Valley who has reached the eighth level of Yuan Dan and has been promoted to the first holy son.

Now that he has been in the ninth level of Yuan Dan for decades, no one knows how powerful he is.

The scholar-like man beside him, carrying a sword box like Han Yang, was none other than the first holy son of Tianjian Sect, Jian Yixin.

This man's most famous achievement was when he was at the eighth level of Yuan Dan, he fought three second-level Martial Kings alone.

In the end, he killed the three kings and became famous in one battle.

One of the two is like a fiery, bold and uninhibited person, while the other is gentle and elegant. He is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but they have become the two who have the most irreconcilable relationship among the sixteen leaders.

It's normal. After all, Han Yang is from the Great Chu Dynasty. Xiang Ba took action first, which can be regarded as cleaning up the family. He is famous for his mastery. Jian Yixin smiled on his face, but kept staring at the sword box behind Han Yang.

Apart from the Tianjian Sect, this was the first time he saw someone carrying a sword box like him.

Not to mention, Han Yang is still a swordsman.

Pity……

Yang Shengtian sighed: After the first battle with Xiang Ba, even if Han Yang wins, he is no longer in his prime. Killing him is boring!

This is the domineering Yang Shengtian, full of strong confidence in himself.

Jian Yixin smiled and said: Do you think Xiang Baxian is not Han Yang's opponent?

Yang Shengtian said nothing, obviously he acquiesced to this result.

Jian Yixin smiled and said: I think Xiang Ba will win first. Do you want to make a bet? Whoever loses will kidnap that girl from Peach Blossom Island and become the cheap son-in-law of Peach Blossom Island. How about that?

Just bet!

Yang Shengtian high-fived Jian Yixin and swore an oath without hesitation.

After he was done, he suddenly murmured in hindsight: No! You think so highly of Xiang Baxian, could it be because... this boy has awakened the Xiang family's double-pupil god, right?

Double pupil divine eyes, Xiang family's royal bloodline magical power.

It is also one of the strongest trump cards for the Xiang family to rule the Chu Dynasty and dominate the world.

Jian Yixin pursed his lips and smiled, then looked around and said to him: I heard that Yu Yunshang, the number one saint of this generation on Peach Blossom Island, is not as beautiful as the number one saint of the previous generation. Brother Yang is probably blessed. Haha.

In his words, he clearly thought that Xiang Baxian... would definitely win.