Although he had only been upgraded by one level, Ye Changsheng obviously felt the difference.

The strength has been greatly improved, the control of power has become more free, and the coordination of the body has also been greatly improved.

It only took him an hour for him to fully comprehend the nine changes of the Tyrannosaurus Slash.

Ye Changsheng was sweating profusely, and he was so happy: "It seems that it won't be long before I can cultivate the second form of the Demon Dragon Three Styles!"

Stripped naked, Changsheng jumped into the pool of blood.

Hot blood washed over his skin, and the essence of medicine burrowed into his body like a red-hot steel needle.

At the same time, the pain is also increasing the strength of the immortal body.

At some point, the vitality in his body surged, like a little mouse scurrying around.

Ye Changsheng was pleasantly surprised, and looked down at the big bag that was constantly bulging on his skin.

For low-level cultivators, when the physical body is cultivated to a certain level, the flow of vitality will be formed.

And when the Yuan Qi is guided into the meridians, it means that it has broken through the peak of the dragon and tiger and entered a new realm.

In the qi pulse, it is the open pulse realm.

Ye Changsheng had just advanced to the peak of the Dragon and Tiger, and he was not able to control the vitality in his body, so he was running around.

As his cultivation deepened, the vitality in his body would eventually be controlled by him.

Although he made breakthroughs one after another, Changsheng did not get carried away.

It was nothing more than an instinctive evolutionary response of the body, compensation for his three years of waste.

In the back, the speed of cultivation will slow down.

"It seems that we still have to cultivate the Nine Heavens Refining Divine Technique, but where does the evil qi come from?" Ye Changsheng closed his eyes and pondered.

The cultivation mystery of "Nine Heavens Refining Divine Formula" lies in attracting evil into the body.

If there is no source of evil qi, how can we talk about cultivation?

Where do you find evil energy?

Suddenly, a place name popped into his mind.

Mass graves!

The mass grave is located in the barren mountains north of the town, and it is said that some underground tombs are hidden there.

In the ancient tombs, there was a yin and evil aura, which would definitely be of great benefit to the cultivation of the Nine Heavens Refining Divine Technique.

However, once you are found in the ancient tombs, you will inevitably have endless troubles.

If you are known by those bald donkey defenders, they will directly overkill you regardless of whether you are a good person or a bad person.

Forget it, let's eat first.

Changsheng touched his shriveled belly and stood up from the pool of blood.

After a few days of cultivation, Ye Changsheng has been reborn, and his whole person has taken on a new look.

Although he still looked weak, his complexion was much more ruddy, and he didn't have that gray complexion.

Originally, the young man had white hair, and he couldn't get rid of the sadness of decadence, but on his body, he was a little more dusty.

The old housekeeper Ye Zhong was happy in his eyes, and the changes in the young master were indescribable, and they could only be attributed to his good appetite recently.

No, the young master has already eaten four big steamed buns and gnawed up a whole leg of mutton.

Whose young master can nibble off a leg of mutton early in the morning?

After Ye Changsheng had eaten and drunk enough, Ye Zhong sent the servants away and stepped forward and said, "Young Master, we have recruited thirty-two more Guardian Warriors, and Ye Xiangnan is responsible for training them. ”

The entire Ye Mansion, plus the warriors of the courtyard, and a few businesses outside, there are as many as two or three hundred people.

It will take a lot of time to dig out the eyeliner and traitors that the Hong family has bought, and the movement is too big.

Fortunately, the immortal casting of the ethereal sword has reached the most critical juncture, and the materials required are all natural treasures, rare things, and there is no room for negligence.

They just took this opportunity to recruit more courtyard warriors, strengthen the vigilance of the Ye Mansion, and at the same time, transfer unreliable people to the periphery.

Even if Hong Yuntao noticed something, he wouldn't think too much.

As for the Ye family's largest industry, the Sword Casting Hall, Ye Changsheng had already lost control.

He, the young hall master, exists in name only.

After the old housekeeper finished reporting, Ye Changsheng opened his mouth and asked, "Have all the facilities in the backyard been repaired?"

Ye Zhong was about to reply, and Ye Xiangdong, the head of the retainers, walked quickly and said in a deep voice: "Childe, there is news from the Sword Casting Hall that the sledgehammer has been arrested!"

Ye Changsheng's face was cold, and he casually threw the napkin on the table: "Prepare the car!"

The old housekeeper Ye Zhong said worriedly: "Young master, do you want to bring more people?"

Ye Changsheng smiled coldly: "No need, Sword Casting Hall, after all, my Ye family has the final say." ”

......

Forge Sword Hall, in the center of the hall.

Wang Da Hammer was covered in bruises, and he knelt on the ground with his hands tied behind his back.

"Young hall master, I, I'm ashamed of you. The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, the more sad he became, his head drooping, and tears fell down like beans.

Beside the sledgehammer, a young man in his early twenties in fine clothes stood proudly, holding a blood-stained whip in his hand.

Directly in front, on the main seat made of eighteen iron swords, Liu Jingye, the deputy hall master of the Sword Casting Hall, sat solemnly, with his own majesty.

On the seats on both sides, Lu Wanfang, the head of the four elders, Tan Tiantong, the captain of the guard, and several high-level members of the Sword Casting Hall, were either outside the gods, or closed their eyes to recuperate, or their faces were gloomy and their expressions were different.

Although Wang Dazhui was only a lowly apprentice, no one dared to underestimate him.

He is one of the closest people to the young hall master, and to some extent, he is also the "legs" of the young hall master.

To deal with such a person, no matter what, you can't avoid the young hall master.

"Everyone has stolen and caught, and they still have a special face to cry!" The young man with the whip looked at the sledgehammer with an irritated expression and whipped it down.

With a snap, a cracked whip mark was left on the sledgehammer's shoulder.

Sledgehammer screamed in pain and twitched violently.

Outside the hall, two more men were escorted in and pressed to the ground.

The white-haired old woman, covered in blood, hugged her five-year-old granddaughter tightly, trembling like a leaf in the wind.

The little girl's cheeks were red and swollen, her small mouth was covered by her grandmother's big rough hands, and tears kept rolling in her eyes, falling on the back of her grandmother's hand.

The warrior of the Sword Casting Hall who was escorted said loudly: "Tell the steward, this old woman has already confessed that she was responsible for selling the grain and cloth stolen by Wang Da Hammer two times before!"

Wang Dazhui looked sideways at the old woman with bruises all over her body and the little girl whose cheeks were red and swollen, and he was suddenly stunned, and a stream of hot blood rushed straight to his head, almost making him dizzy.

I don't know where the courage came from, he raised his head sharply and roared angrily: "Zhou Lei, if there is anything, come at me, it's none of their business!"

Zhou Lei couldn't help but smile fiercely: "Wang Dazhu, so you took the initiative to confess?"

Wang Da Hammer puffed out his cheeks and glared at Zhou Lei hatefully.

He had never been afraid of this bastard, and he was not afraid of death.

What he was most afraid of was that once he confessed his guilt, he would only lose the face of the young hall master even more.

"The young hall master has arrived!" At this moment, outside the hall, the voice of the samurai was heard.

Zhou Lei sneered, raised his whip again, slammed it on the back of the sledgehammer's head, and looked at the door of the hall defiantly.