This is a boundless and dark world, Zhang Yang seems to have been drifting in it for countless years, unable to see people, the earth, flowers and trees, or even the sun, moon and stars. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Pure black, hopeless black, flamboyant and constantly walking, constantly shouting, hoping to know what kind of place this is, hoping that someone can hear his call, hoping that someone can take him out.

But Zhang Yang worked hard for a long time, tried for a long time, but found nothing, and there was still darkness around him, invisible darkness.

Just when Zhang Yang was about to sink into this boundless darkness, a light entered the world, a faint light entered the world, and shone on Zhang Yang's face, Zhang Yang was ecstatic, kept running towards this light, stretched out his hand and touched the place where the light was shining.

Trembling opened his eyes, the first thing that pierced his eyes was a bright light, Zhang Yang closed his eyes again in extreme discomfort, and after a while, Zhang Yang squinted slightly and opened his eyes again.

This is a very large room, the facilities in the room are extremely simple, except for a few simple tables and chairs, and a bed where I am lying now.

Zhang Yang's head hurt, and it took a while to remember that this was where he lived in the Sword Spirit.

There was a doubt in his heart, Zhang Yang only vaguely remembered that he used "Three Swords of the Starry Sky" at the last moment, and then he was surrounded by the great pain caused by the power of the sun, and finally fainted directly, and he didn't know anything about the rest of the matter.

But now that he is lying here alive, the result is still somewhat satisfying, and when he thought of this, Zhang Yang actually grinned and chuckled, but he pulled the muscles on his face again, and Zhang Yang couldn't stop screaming in pain.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open with a "squeak", Zhang Yang slowly turned his head to look at the door, and it was no one else who came in, it was the "big mouth" Zhang Ze.

Zhang Ze held a rectangular plate in one hand, turned around and closed the door with the other, his movements were extremely gentle, not at all like his usual grin.

"Hehe, Brother Ze, your old boy is not dead yet......"

Zhang Yang called in a low voice.

"Ah!! Zhang Yang, you finally woke up, grandma, you have been asleep for eight days and eight nights, and if you don't wake up, I think you have braids......"

Seeing Zhang Yang wake up, Zhang Ze was very surprised, hurriedly put down the plate in his hand, rushed to the side of the bed and spat at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang pursed his lips helplessly, if he hadn't been able to move, he would have pushed Zhang Ze away a long time ago, and now he can only listen to Zhang Ze babbling a lot.

After a long time, Zhang Ze remembered what he was here for, and hurriedly asked with concern: "By the way, how do you kid feel now, you are really seriously injured this time, half of the bones in your body are broken, and your body is even more burned black, if you hadn't rushed back in time to let the elders in the sword spirit treat you, you would have returned to Haotian a long time ago!"

Zhang Yang also smiled bitterly after hearing this, "I didn't expect it to be like this, but the situation was critical at the time, and I couldn't take care of it so much, but fortunately, God blessed me and saved a small life!"

"Well, to be honest, it was really dangerous at the time, Huang Daopeng and I were also at the extreme, they couldn't hold it anymore, and they were almost roasted by those damn Yanlong, when it comes to this matter, we all owe you a life, don't say anything, brother in the future, what do you have to do, as long as you say hello, I, Zhang Ze, will definitely go to the soup!"

Zhang Ze slapped his chest with a shocking sound.

Zhang Yang smiled, "Why are you talking about this, we are originally the same team, and we should help each other, if it were you, you would do the same...... By the way, how is Lao Zhao's injury?"

Suddenly, Zhang Yang remembered that Zhao Dewei was also not lightly injured, and asked with concern.

"Lao Zhao's injury is much lighter than yours, he was just inadvertently attacked by that thief, and he injured the dantian qi sea, and the vitality in his body was retrograde, and he injured the meridians. But your kid is very seriously injured, and I'm afraid it won't get better if you don't lie in bed for a year and a half!"

Zhang Yang thought of his current motionless body, as well as the empty vitality and weak spiritual power in his body, and his mood also fell instantly and he was silent.

Seeing that Zhang Yang suddenly fell silent, Zhang Ze also knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he hurriedly changed the topic.

"That's right, Yangzi, what did you use to kill that Zhu Fei, you are too impressive to me, you are just a martial artist in the mortal realm, you can kill the martial artist of the Great Yuan Shi realm by leaping the level, this is going to be spread, I am afraid you can be compared with those famous demons on the mainland. ”

Zhang Yang stuck out his tongue at Zhang Ze, "I'm also sick and rushed to the doctor, didn't I just learn some inheritance supernatural powers, seeing that you are all skilled in using it against the enemy, and it is easy to kill strong enemies, I also gave it a try, although I also successfully killed that Zhu Fei, but I am not much better!"

Zhang Ze nodded sympathetically and patted Zhang Yang's shoulder.

"It is true that every peerless skill in the sword spirit inheritance supernatural power is a treasure of the Zhenzong on the mainland, but these inheritance supernatural powers also have extremely high requirements for users, and those who fail to meet these requirements will hurt others and themselves even if they reluctantly display them, and the gains outweigh the losses. ”

Zhang Ze thought for a while and said, "Zhang Yang, you are already a sword spirit, it is impossible to give up these inheritance powers, then what you have to do is to keep making yourself stronger, only when you are strong, can you really let these inheritance powers shine in your hands!"

Zhang Yang took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, gently relaxed his nerves, and muttered to himself, "Yes, only a strong self can do what you want to do......"

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In the next few days, Qu Jiahui, Zhu Yajun and others also came to visit Zhang Yang one after another, and even Zhao Dewei, who was recuperating at home, came to Zhang Yang's room to visit Zhang Yang with the support of Huang Daopeng.

Of course, Zhang Ze is still a frequent visitor to Zhang Yang's place, and he comes to talk to Zhang Yang from time to time.

For Zhang Ze's visit, Zhang Yang was also extremely happy, he was injured and bedridden, and he couldn't go out to walk at all, whenever Zhang Ze came, he would say something to Zhang Yang about the big things that happened in the Sword Pavilion or on the mainland to relieve the boredom in Zhang Yang's heart.

For this, Zhang Yang was very grateful, and unconsciously the relationship between him and Zhao Dewei's small team became a little stronger.

The days of recuperation are always long, and Zhang Yang lies in bed every day in addition to waiting for his body to recover, which is to constantly exercise his only mental power that can be moved.

When Zhang Yang woke up from his injury, his mental strength was also very little, but after a period of rest and recuperation, he recovered quickly, and it increased slightly compared to before, which made Zhang Yang overjoyed, and he had a sense of happiness if he didn't die.

After learning from the past, Zhang Yang began to use the time when he was bedridden and unable to practice to exercise his mental strength.

Zhang Yang frantically squeezed his spiritual power, and then used his spiritual power to gather the heaven and earth yuan qi in the air and rush towards his body, and finally helplessly watched as the heaven and earth yuan qi entered his body and slowly dissipated in the air.

Zhang Yang knew that his current body was like a sieve, unable to store anything, but Zhang Yang just did not believe in evil and repeated this process over and over again.

Gradually, Zhang Yang's body is slowly improving at a speed visible to the naked eye, but Zhang Yang's spiritual power is growing extremely amazingly, and now, as long as Zhang Yang unfolds his spiritual power, he can easily cover the space within a radius of fifty zhang.

What surprised Zhang Yang even more was that his spiritual power could already be used in the air.

Zhang Yang had tried to use his spiritual power to flip the books on the table not far away, but he succeeded, watching the paper flip back and forth according to the envoy of his spiritual power, Zhang Yang finally felt that this time the injury was not in vain.

Although his spiritual power is only enough to turn the book for himself, Zhang Yang believes that with the improvement of his cultivation, his spiritual power will definitely continue to grow, and one day, he can kill people thousands of miles away with his sword.

Peaceful days always pass quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Yang has been lying in bed for three months, and it is not entirely correct to say that he is lying, because at this time, Zhang Yang has regained the control of his body, and the control of his body has also returned to the state before he was not injured.

Now Zhang Yang can walk on the ground, and he can even go out to the martial arts arena to enjoy the competition between Zhao Dewei and another sword spirit captain.

Autumn went to winter, Zhang Yang ushered in his seventeenth birthday during the period of recuperation, do the math, Zhang Yang has been in the Sword Pavilion for two years, and it has been a year since he became a martial artist......