A week later.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Under a waterfall at the junction of the outskirts and depths of the Qingyun Mountain Range, Yang Yifan, who was shirtless, was sitting cross-legged on a piece of bluestone, letting the rapidly falling water impact his body.

The powerful water rushed down, and Yang Yifan, who was pressed, could only grit his teeth to support.

This feeling was as if one after another jack of giant hammers were falling down one after another, making his bones almost shattered, and the severe pain was surging like a tide.

Wow.

After holding on to a stick of incense, he couldn't help but hold on to the bluestone sitting tightly with both hands, and even his nails had turned upside down, and the blood was washed away by the water flow, and it quickly dissipated

If you want to gain strength, you have to pay a price.

Poof.

Half an hour later, Yang Yifan fell headlong from the bluestone and let himself float on the water, panting for breath and recovering his strength.

Crash.

When he had recovered somewhat, he swam ashore and reached out and grabbed a fine iron spear.

"Boy, are you sure you want to use a gun? I really don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, and the gun is easy to get started, but it is the most difficult to practice, after all, the ancient powerful people have long said that the moon stick, the year knife, and the spear of a lifetime. ”

Click.

Yang Yifan clenched the spear in his hand, his eyes were firm, "I have made up my mind." ”

In the past three years, he has suffered too much humiliation and torture, but he has never given in, just like the spear in his hand, once pierced, it will either pierce the enemy or shatter, and there is absolutely no reason to bend.

The gun is a way, and it is better to bend than to bend.

It's very similar to his personality, so he chose to use a gun.

"I'm too lazy to care about you, anyway, after three years, Lao Tzu will practice the knife again. ”

The demon seemed bored and fell silent again.

Swish.

With a wave of the spear, Yang Yifan sat down, closed his eyes, and began to carefully experience the four styles of the spirit snake given to him by the demon, which was originally a gun skill, but those people in the Yang family only used it empty-handed, and their power was weakened by more than one point.

"Spirit snake marksmanship, the first style, the spirit snake out of the hole, its momentum is as fast as the wind, fast as thunder. ”

An image of a spirit snake appeared in his mind, and the spiritual power in Yang Yifan's body began to flow slowly according to the line of exercises, and that spirit snake came to life in an instant, with a cold momentum, as if it was about to drill out of his mind and launch a fatal blow.

It's really sharp enough.

Yang Yifan secretly exclaimed in his heart, and then calmed down and studied slowly.

In the first form, the spirit snake comes out of the hole.

In the second pose, the snake swings its tail.

The third form, the spirit snake sting.

The fourth style, the spirit snake slash.

Because the power of the fourth-type spirit snake slash had already reached the power of the lower grade of the Xuan Rank, with Yang Yifan's current sixfold cultivation in the Quenching Body Realm, it was still quite difficult to use it, so he could only cultivate the first three styles first.

Three days later.

Swish.

A piercing wind whistle sounded, and the shadow of a gun flashed away.

"The snake is out of the hole. ”

Bite.

A crisp sound sounded, a hole the size of a bowl appeared in the hard mountain wall, and the gravel powder continued to fall down, and the sharp tip of the spear did not stop at all, and it slammed upward, crossing a strange arc.

The snake waged its tail. ”

Zizi.

Sparks splattered, and the tip of the spear slashed, leaving a deep groove in the mountain wall.

Pedaling.

Yang Yifan toe a little, and the fine iron spear he was holding in his right hand took advantage of the situation, and then suddenly poked out.

Call.

A scream sounded, the air shattered inch by inch, and the tip of the spear seemed to turn into a streamer, slashing through.

"Spirit snake stings. ”

Rumble.

Dangdangdang.

Large rocks fell from the mountain wall, and a hole the size of a water tank appeared, about a foot deep.

While.

The spear stationed, Yang Yifan stopped.

Call.

With a sigh of relief, he sat down cross-legged, put the spear away, and then took out a jade bottle, which was found from Yang Hao's storage ring, which was also a Qi Condensing Pill, swallowed one, he closed his eyes and began to recover his spiritual power.

"Damn, this kid's spear talent is so high, he practiced the first three styles to the Xiaocheng realm in three days, how long did I practice it in the first place? Thirty days,. ”

In his sea of consciousness, the demon muttered to himself, a little unhappy, and was compared to a waste boy.

At the beginning, he also practiced guns, but no matter how he practiced, he had no shape, and he couldn't get his momentum, so he had to give up and chose to practice simpler knives.

"Hmph, one of the guns, what kind of bullshit is unstoppable, it is too difficult to grow up, but if you can really practice to a high and profound realm, then on this day, you will be poked into a hole. ”

"What's the matter, what do I want to do with these, three years later, this body will be Lao Tzu's, practice a fart gun, or a knife is good, simple, practical, and powerful. ”

Yang Yifan naturally didn't know that the evil demon was talking to himself like a madman in his sea of consciousness, he immersed himself in cultivation wholeheartedly, constantly using the Qi Condensation Pill to restore spiritual power, and then continued to increase the spiritual power in his body.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Just as he closed his eyes, a series of bubbles of water bubbled out of the pool, and then a large black shadow appeared.

It's a water snake.

The massive body twisted in the water and swam silently towards the shore.

On its back, there were three circles of black ring patterns, indicating that this guy was a third-order fierce beast.

The third-order fierce beasts are divided according to their strength, which is equivalent to the strength of the human quenching realm from seven to nine levels.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Circles of ripples spread out in all directions.

In a few breaths, the water spirit snake had already approached the shore, and the head of the water tank-sized snake had risen to the surface of the water little by little, and the sharp fangs that stood up could be vaguely seen from the slightly open mouth of the blood basin.

This waterhole was its territory, but it went out to hunt, but it was occupied by Yang Yifan.

Now, it is back, and it naturally wants to completely kill Yang Yifan, the intruder.

Crash.

Suddenly, the water spirit snake moved, and the huge snake head suddenly burst out of the water, bringing up countless splashes, and the bloody mouth had been completely opened, with a disgusting fishy wind, and bit towards Yang Yifan, who was sitting there with his eyes closed.

In its opinion, Yang Yifan is just an appetizer, and it can't escape from its mouth.