At night, Yang Wenhao woke up from his cultivation.

At this time, the outside was already shrouded in darkness, and now this time was the most suitable time for Yang Wenhao.

For the sake of insurance, Yang Wenhao changed into a black night suit and covered his face.

took out his sword and turned out of the room on his waist, and ran in the direction of the cliff behind Huashan.

The moon is shining high in the sky, and although the faint white light on the ground is not as good as the day, at least as long as it is not blocked, you can still see the road ahead.

When he came to Siguo Cliff, Yang Wenhao came to the thatched house in a low voice, looked in through the window, and saw that Ling Huchong inside was sleeping at this time, and Yang Wenhao was relieved.

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

Since it was night, it was pitch black in the cave, and he stretched out his hand and took out something that had been prepared a long time ago, a flashlight.

In such a place, the role of a flashlight is extraordinary.

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

"This is it!"

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

He reached out and touched it, and now most of the gaps in the stone wall were plastered.

"Then that's easy."

Pulling out the sword at his waist, Yang Wenhao directly stabbed a slice gap with a sword.

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

Repeating back and forth several times, Yang Wenhao finally stretched out his hand and grabbed a stone.

When the stone was caught, it was a secret room.

Now that there is a flaw, then it can be broken with a slight force.

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

A half-human-high entrance appeared in front of him, and Yang Wenhao was not too stunned and got in.

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

"Click....."

Yang Wenhao's feet suddenly emptied, and when he looked down, he didn't know when he stepped on a white bone, perhaps because of weathering, this white bone had turned into powder under Yang Wenhao's feet.

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

Walking to the outstretched place, there was no way to reach the flashlight, 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 are eye-catching.

"The Wuyue Sword Sect is shameless and obscene, and the competition is not a sneak attack to harm people."

There are a total of sixteen big characters, and when he saw these sixteen big characters, Yang Wenhao smiled faintly.

Needless to say, I also know that it was carved by the people of the Sun and Moon God Cult.

Although the Wuyue Sword Sect is called a decent faction, this kind of force is often unscrupulous for the sake of the so-called righteousness.

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

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

What he does is not what others do.

"Ding.... Detect that there are a large number of sword-breaking moves around the host, whether it costs 100 points to fuse, and after fusion, it can improve swordsmanship mastery. ”

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

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

did not receive the voice of the upgrade, Yang Wenhao was a little surprised.

And when he took a closer look at his swordsmanship proficiency, it was still a long way before he could reach the next stage of mastery.

But despite this, he could clearly feel that his understanding of swordsmanship had improved somewhat.

"Since the host really wants to improve the swordsmanship realm, he can spend a thousand points to directly upgrade to supernatural or not."

"Get out!" That's all Yang Wenhao earned, and now it's not worth it at all to improve a swordsmanship.

Besides, with his current swordsmanship, even if he faces Dongfang Undefeated, he can be invincible, and he can even find a chance to defeat.

So what's the point of improving swordsmanship now.

Yang Wenhao left the secret room, and just as Yang Wenhao was thinking about whether to seal this place, a cold wind suddenly came from behind him.

"Bang ......."

Yang Wenhao blocked the attack with one palm, grabbed the flashlight with the other hand, and looked at the figure in front of him very vigilantly.

"Old Man White? You're the breeze, aren't you? ”

Seeing that Yang Wenhao said his name in one mouth, a trace of surprise flashed in Feng Qingyang's eyes, and he said, "You are the kid from the Huashan faction during the day?" ”

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

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

Yang Wenhao said: "I'm sorry, I'm not the Huashan disciple you say. ”

"If it's not, why sneak in here late at night?" Feng Qingyang said: "Make it clear, otherwise don't blame me for being unkind." ”

Since the other party is not Huashan's disciple, then he doesn't care about it.

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

"Why am I telling you?"

"Then I'll beat you until you beg for mercy." The wind is clear and not a fuel-efficient lamp, and the palm change in his hand is shot at Yang Wenhao.

"Don't say you can't use the palm technique, even if you do, that's it."

Yang Wenhao also used palm to deal with it.

After a round, Feng Qingyang took a few steps back, but Yang Wenhao did not move at all.

For this result, Yang Wenhao is still quite satisfied, but he is also a five-fold cultivator who cultivates qi, comparable to an innate martial artist.

Feng Qingyang is a congenital martial artist, and Yang Wenhao can repel Feng Qingyang with such a move when he is not good at palming, and it is also very good to take over.

Seeing that Yang Wenhao did not move at all, the wind was clear and knew that it would not work with his own shortcomings.

"Bang...."

Feng Qingyang shook with one foot, because it was a cave, and because of Ling Hu Chong, there were a lot of dry branches in it, because of this earthquake, a dead wood branch was shaken by Feng Qingyang and then grabbed in his hand.

Swordsmanship is the strength that Feng Qingyang is proud of, and it can be said that in terms of swordsmanship in the world, it is estimated that no one can compare to Feng Qingyang.

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

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

Yang Wenhao pulled out the long sword at his waist.

"Heh..."

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

(End of chapter)

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