"Name: Ye Cheng"

"Martial arts: Xuanyang Gong fourth layer

Ben Thunder Knife (Dacheng)

Wind Chaser (Daesung)"

Source Point: 109

The number of source points directly broke through to three digits from two digits, and the originally gray plus sign behind Xuanyang Gong turned red again, which indicated that the source point was enough for Xuanyang Gong to improve again.

The extra 80 source points were absorbed from the black jade plate, and he had never felt so many source points on anything other than the family jade sword.

"The greater the risk, the greater the benefit, which also proves that the source and the ghost must have some kind of close relationship"

"Why don't you go find a ghost and hunt it?"

Ye Cheng licked his lips, if he hunted a ghost creature in the Wandering Spirit Realm, he would be able to get to the eighty-point source point, and then the great achievement of Xuanyang Gong would be just around the corner

"Huh? What is this?"

Ye Cheng was stunned for a moment, the Thunder Knife, and the Wind Chasing Knife showed Dacheng, which could not be improved, but now, after the two exercises, a thin gray line connected the two knife techniques together, and at the intersection of the thin lines, a light red plus sign emerged.

Can we continue to improve?

"By the way, according to the exercises given by Old Man Ye Lian, this Black Wind Knife and Benlei Knife were originally one sword technique, but the exercises were incomplete, so they were divided into two doors, could it be ...... Can the source point make up for the missing exercises?"

Looking at the ascension symbol behind the two sword techniques, Ye Cheng was a little hesitant, after all, he hadn't tried to make up for the exercises, if he consumed too many source points, then the Xuanyang Gong would probably not be able to improve.

"Improve Xuanyang Gong first, after all, only internal qi can deal with ghosts"

Ye Cheng gritted his teeth and forcibly took his gaze away from the knife technique.

Songhe lives in the quiet room, Ye Cheng sits on the futon, and now this quiet room has become his special practice room, even the door is made of black iron, and only the master of the inner family has the strength to forcibly break it.

A bowl of red medicinal soup has been served, and there are still a few petals at the bottom of the bowl, all of which have been chewed into the stomach, in this regard, Ye Cheng is not wasted at all.

This lava flower was collected by Hayama not long ago, and it happened to be used to improve Xuanyang Gong.

"Xuanyang Gong Fifth Layer"

Ye Cheng lightly pressed it after Xuanyang Gong, and as soon as he pressed it, the handwriting was blurry.

Ye Cheng's skin was red, the scorching air flow in his body, and the sound of blood rushing echoed throughout the quiet room

"Hmm, I don't feel anything, is it because of the lack of medicinal power?"

Ye Cheng snorted lightly, although there was still a swelling pain in his body, compared to the pain that seemed to tear open his entire body before, this time it was obviously not worth mentioning.

Fortunately, after half an hour, Ye Cheng's skin changed back to its normal color, and the Xuanyang Gong on the Beiling small frame also became a five-layer.

"Forty points spent"

Ye Cheng felt a little heartache, but when he felt the growth of Xuanyang internal qi in his body, his face recovered

The Xuanyang air mass in the abdomen, no, it can no longer be said to be an air mass, the lower part of the ball has completely turned into a red liquid, like magma, and the upper part is still in a gas state, but it is constantly liquefiing, and the red liquid is low downward.

"The total amount is a full half more than before, and when it comes to the sixth layer, it will be completely liquefied."

After Ye Cheng continued to look at Xuanyang Gong, the plus sign behind him was still shining red

"It's a pity, there are no more medicinal materials, and it cost three thousand taels to collect this lava flower on Yeshan's side this time, it's still a matter of money, but at least it can be determined that the number of source points required to upgrade the sixth layer will not exceed 69 points."

"Then it's time for the iron tire."

Ye Cheng's eyes flashed

............

Ye Cheng concentrated on improving his martial arts, and now that he has sufficient sources, he can't wait to raise all the martial arts in his hands to the top level, and he nests in Songheju all day long, ignoring what is going on outside the window.

In the west city of Bac Ninh, Wang Wu, the Qing Shui steward of the Sun family, shouted for a carriage as usual to fetch water from the west of the city.

The well in Sai Thanh is a deep well with sweet water quality, and it is the best water quality well in the whole city of Bac Ninh. The eldest man of the Sun family loves to eat Longjing tofu, but only the water from this well makes the most delicious taste.

"Hurry up, hurry up, lunch time is almost coming, and the dining room is still waiting for water."

Wang Wu urged the two miscellaneous servants, as a steward, he naturally didn't have to do this kind of physical work

The edge of the well was covered with blue-black moss, and it was cold just by getting close.

The two handymen shook the rope vigorously to lift the barrel, and the two handymen snorted and exhaled

"It's a bit heavy today."

When

The bucket was finally lifted, but the two handymen suddenly screamed and fell to the ground with a thud, and the two men covered their mouths and vomited.

"What's the matter with the two of you" Wang Wu scolded loudly, "If you don't want to do it, say it early, a lot of people are waiting for ......"

But before he finished speaking, it was as if he had been choked by the throat, his face turned pale, and his eyes stared at the bucket in horror.

Sticky blood rippled out of the barrel, red blood lines flowed along the barrel to the ground, a miserable white head with slightly upturned corners of the mouth floated on the surface of the barrel, and the swollen eyes stared at Wang Wu tightly, floating up and down with the blood in the barrel from time to time, as if nodding

"Ghost ...... What the hell."

Wang Wu screamed, climbed into the carriage, jerked the horses hard, and ran away as if flying.

On the carriage frame, a blood-colored fan-shaped mark appeared, a faint red light flickered, and a distorted human face that seemed to cry and laugh slowly emerged.

On April 29, there was a headless dismemberment case on Xizhi Street, where the limbs of the body were divided into five parts, and blood was smeared all over Xizhi Street.

On the second day of the first month of May, in the east of the city, Liu Ji Silk Village, a family of six hanged themselves on the white silk, the deceased's face was purple, his tongue was cut, the death was extremely tragic, and even the infant child who was only two years old was also wrapped in the white silk and hanged......

............

I don't know when the city of Bac Ninh began, strange things happened frequently, the city became panicked, after seven o'clock in the evening, the whole city was empty, and the people did not dare to go out at night

Although the City Lord's Mansion tried its best to suppress the matter, and the city guards also searched everywhere, they all found nothing, and in the end they had to stop it.

As a last resort, the city lord's mansion arrested nearly 100 people from the death row prisoners, beheaded them for public display, and claimed that the thieves in the city had been captured, and the people's hearts were a little calmer

It's just that all the well-informed big households in the city have begun to shrink their industries, and they are calm on the surface, but there is already an undercurrent surging in private

Songheju courtyard

Zhao Yingchen led several big men of the Protector Army to hold wooden sticks with thick arms, and kept hitting the figure in the middle, and the Dao stick shadow shot down and bounced off violently.

"Bang Bang Bang"

A low muffled sound resounded throughout the courtyard, as if it was hitting a wooden stake, and the force of the anti-earthquake shook several people's mouths and drenched in blood.

"Isn't the young master an inner family of practice, how can this body practice kung fu so powerful?"

The more Zhao Yingchen fought, the more frightened he became, these people were all good players he had carefully selected today, but they were all panting for half an hour, and Ye Cheng had no change except that his body had turned a little red, and even his face was a little leisurely and complacent.

"Okay, carry the medicine barrel into the quiet room, and you go to the account room to receive ten taels of silver each," Ye Cheng ordered

Watching everyone walk away, Ye Cheng was thoughtful

"Xuanyang Gong strengthened his body once when he broke through the Condensation Realm, and it seems that he has already met the requirements for entry."

Grunt

The barrel was filled with a green solution, and a pungent smell filled the entire ashram, and on the water, centipedes, spiders, scorpions, and all kinds of strange things floated, but without exception, all of them were poisons.

"I don't know, I thought I was going to practice the Five Poison Divine Palm," Ye Chen couldn't help but complain

Zizizizi

As soon as Ye Cheng stepped into the wooden barrel, a sharp pain hit him from under the water

"It's so corrosive"

Ye Cheng clenched his teeth, the liquid medicine was obviously strongly corrosive, and as soon as he stepped into the barrel, his skin was corroded by the liquid medicine.

But Ye Cheng's body has been strengthened and has a certain resistance, and the liquid medicine is slowly scraping on Ye Cheng's body like a soft knife.

Holding his breath and concentrating, Ye Cheng began to carry qi and blood according to the exercises on the iron tire gong

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Originally, his body was already drenched in corroded blood, but after the qi and blood flowed, the skin began to heal, and the green liquid melted into the flesh and blood, constantly repairing the corroded wounds.

The flesh and skin were reborn, but strangely, the newborn flesh and blood oozed a silver-gray light, as if mixed with iron sand.

It was at the moment when this silver-gray light appeared, the small frame of the Northern Spirit flashed again, and the martial arts column, which had not been seen for a long time, finally appeared a new line of handwriting.

"Iron Tire Gong (Beginner)"

"Finally appeared"

Ye Cheng grinned, the taste of a thousand knives was nothing more than that, and with a hard press on the back of the exercise, the iron tire skill immediately changed from the beginning to the first layer.

"Iron Tire Gong (1st Floor)"

Whoa, whoa, whoa

As soon as the Iron Fetal Gong was raised to the first layer, the green liquid in the barrel was windless and automatic, with the leaf as the center, forming a vortex, surging madly towards his body.

Ye Cheng's body was like a land that had dried up for a long time, constantly moistened by the medicinal liquid, his bones, flesh and blood, and his skin were tingling and itching, and there was no pain at all

"It's so cool," Ye Cheng couldn't help but snort

After a long time, the water surface returned to calm, and the original dark green liquid became extremely clear.

Ye Cheng stepped out of the barrel and threw a punch at random

boom

On the granite floor, a half-foot-deep fist mark appeared, and dense cracks spread out in all directions, but Ye Cheng's hand was not even scratched.

"The strength is already comparable to the power of the second layer of Xuanyang internal qi when it is amplified, and it is worthy of being a practice for cultivating the physical body."

Ye Cheng's skin turned dull silver-gray, and the dagger slashed his arm, and the sharp dagger pressed a white mark on the skin, but there was no way to cut into the skin.

Ye Cheng was pleasantly surprised in his heart, with his current physical body, even if he was a ghost, he didn't want to easily break through his defenses.

It was also at this time that the riots in Bac Ninh City finally spread to Yefu.