Sending off the Jade Frost Spirit Empress, Ye Yang said hello to everyone, then returned to his room and sat down slowly.

Unfolded his inner look, he saw a small sword about the same size floating above his spiritual power seed.

With the operation of the spiritual power, they poured into the sword body, and the little sword let out a trace of excitement, greedily absorbing the spiritual power.

With the nourishment of spiritual power, the little sword became brighter and brighter, sending Ye Yang a hazy message of gratitude, which made Ye Yang extremely excited.

The Jade Frost Spirit Emperor once said that the power of a medium-grade spiritual weapon depends on the nourishment of the spirit itself for it, but it is impossible for any spirit person to supply the spirit weapon with spiritual power.

But Ye Yang is different, if he wants to advance, he needs to keep consuming, and now with this spiritual weapon, he can cultivate all the time, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

Ye Yang nourished the little sword with the spiritual power in his body without retention, believing that it would not be long before he would be able to let it help fight.

"Since you are from the underground abyss, then call you the Dragon Yuan Sword, the dragon dives in the abyss, and he soars into the sky day by day" Ye Yang looked at the small sword in his body and said softly.

"Hum" The little sword roared softly, as if in response to Ye Yang.

"Okay, I'll call you Longyuan Sword in the future, and I'll laugh with me in the future" Ye Yang laughed and stretched out his hand to take out a cheatbook.

Gently stroking the handwriting "Imperial Sword Technique" on it, Mu Yuqing's delicate face floated, and Ye Yang's heart was warm.

This imperial sword book is a manuscript, covered with juanxiu fly-headed small letters, and it is also stained with Mu Yuqing's unique fragrance, which is definitely from her skillful hands.

It's just that "Imperial Sword Technique" is one of the three treasures of Yuhua Palace, and it stands to reason that it must not be passed on, but Mu Yuqing's master and apprentice insisted on copying it to Ye Yang, this love is simply too heavy.

Ye Yang studied it carefully all the way, refusing to miss a word, and after half an hour, Ye Yang put it away with great care.

The Imperial Sword Technique is different from the Imperial Spiritual Technique that Mu Yuqing taught him in the lava cave, which is only an entry-level technique.

Imperial Sword Technique is a grandmaster-level skill, although the grade is not specified, but Ye Yang knows that this is definitely above the ground level.

Even with his comprehension, it took him an hour to barely master the most basic technique, and what surprised Ye Yang the most was that there was a secret method here that could increase the number of Longyuan Swords.

This is simply a secret method against the sky, as long as the spiritual power is enough, it can be used to replicate a sword similar to the eighty percent power of the Longyuan Sword.

Although this kind of sword is not an entity, but is copied with the help of the spirituality of the Longyuan Sword and condensed with spiritual power, it is still extremely powerful.

The above split theory is a bit similar to what Ye Yang gave at the beginning, and the transplantation of spiritual power seeds in Meng Fei's body is almost the same, which will bring some damage to the body.

But as long as there is sufficient spiritual power, then this kind of replication can be carried out in a limited way, which can be said to be extremely anti-heavenly.

Imagine that a spirit person overpowers hundreds, or even thousands, of weapons, who in the same level can resist it?

Ye Yang smiled slightly, used his spiritual power, stripped a trace of ontological energy on the Longyuan Sword, and then nourished it.

With the infusion of spiritual power, the spirit sword began to slowly grow larger, and the body that was originally like smoke began to slowly solidify.

Ye Yang stretched out his hand, and a translucent Longyuan sword appeared in Ye Yang's hand, and with a slight shake, the stone platform in front of him parted with a sound, and the facet was as bright as a mirror.

"In terms of sharpness alone, it is already comparable to ordinary weapons, but it doesn't seem to be strong enough, and it needs to be nourished for a long time."

Ye Yang withdrew the spirit sword into his body, and when he saw the Longyuan Sword in his body, Ye Yang was startled, the Longyuan Sword was actually full of brilliance, as if it was dying.

Hurriedly put the true yuan in his body into full operation, nourishing the Longquan Sword without retaining, and after being nourished by Ye Yang's spiritual power, the Longyuan Sword slowly regained its vitality.

Ye Yang let out a long sigh, secretly blaming himself for being too anxious, the Long Yuan Sword had just been enlightened, and the body was fragile, so it was too dangerous to do so.

But fortunately, nothing serious, Ye Yang nourished the two swords at the same time, and decided to use only the spirit sword to fight in the future, so that even if it was lost, it could be copied.

After practicing the sword for a while, a knock on the door interrupted Ye Yang's cultivation, "Lord Tianwuhou, now that the oath ceremony is about to begin, please move"

Ye Yang retreated from his cultivation with some reluctance, pushed open the door and walked out.

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On the martial arts field within a radius of 100 miles in front of the Imperial Palace, 800,000 troops have been assembled, and their guns are bright and bright, exuding a killing atmosphere.

Although they are not the protagonists today, they are still enthusiastic, because at this time, the Tianwu Empire has launched the largest conquest against Wuda since the founding of the country.

When Ye Yang and his party arrived, they actually saw Lan Caidie in the square, at this time, she had already stabilized her cultivation in the Martial King's First Heavy Heaven, and she was no longer like the secret realm, where the aura was so floating.

Seeing Ye Yang coming, Lan Caidie pulled a middle-aged man and came to Ye Yang's side and said, "Ye Yang, let me introduce you, this is my father"

Ye Yang saw that this middle-aged man was somewhat similar to Lan Wenjun, and knew that it should be Lan Caidie's personal suspicion, that is, the city lord of Qingfeng City, Lan Haishan.

"Junior Ye Yang, I've seen seniors" Ye Yang made a junior salute.

Lan Haishan didn't expect that the Tianwu Marquis, who was in full swing in the Tianwu Empire, would treat each other with the courtesy of juniors when they met, and he suddenly sighed with emotion, not arrogant or impatient, worthy of being the first person among the princes of Tianwu.

"Tianwu Hou is too polite, I don't dare to be it, this time I want to thank Tianwu Hou for rescuing the little girl in the secret realm," Lan Haishan said gratefully.

Ye Yang thought of Lan Wenjun, and said a little gloomily, "I really regret the matter of Brother Wenjun."

On the contrary, Lan Haishan waved his hand and said, "Martial arts cultivators, they struggle on the edge of life and death every day, who can live forever?

Ye Yang was taken aback and said, "You want to follow the battle in person?"

You must know that most city lords are hereditary nobles, and they rarely participate directly in wars, and are often only responsible for guarding.

Lan Haishan said, "This time, not only our Qingfeng City, but also Feixue City, Tianyi City, and Pingnan City have participated, and this time we are going to have a real bloody battle."

Ye Yang looked back, and sure enough, there were four waves of people standing quietly on the side of the square, and King Pingnan and two other strange men walked over.

A man with a cold face nodded to Ye Yang, glanced at Ye Yuhan behind Ye Yang, and stopped talking.

Ye Yuhan said, "That's my father."

Ye Yang and the others were stunned, sure enough, what tree bears what fruit, the night rain is cold enough, it is simply a pity that words are like gold, and his Lao Tzu simply didn't even spit out half a word.

It was still King Pingnan who introduced Ye Yang, this is the elder brother of the city lord of Flying Snow City, Ye Tianxing, and Ye is the helmsman of the Ye family.

As they were about to be introduced, a quarrel attracted them.

"The little bastard's wings are stiff, don't you, think that if you don't go home, I won't be able to clean you up?"

"Old guy, I warn you, I'm messing with the boss now, if you dare to beat me again, my boss will definitely clean you up"

"Fart, it's only right for Lao Tzu to beat you, who can say anything?"

"Nonsense, if you dare to hit me, my brothers will definitely cut you into eight pieces"

I saw Meng Fei arguing with a black-faced man, and the two opened their mouths and closed their mouths to scold "little bastard" and "old guy".

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other, and they didn't know why for a while.

Lan Haishan shook his head and explained to everyone that the black-faced man was Meng Fei's father, named Meng Zhengxiong, who was the city lord of Tianyi City.

Seeing that the two were arguing, everyone hurriedly separated their father and son, Ye Yang said to Meng Zhengxiong who was angry, "Uncle Meng extinguishes the fire, Meng Fei, this kid is not very sensible, why should you bother with him"

Meng Zhengxiong dared to scold his son, but he didn't dare to be rude to Tianwu Hou, so he hurriedly said, "Tianwu Hou is polite, the title of uncle, you don't dare to be in the future."

"Well, Meng Fei is my brother, you deserve this title," Ye Yang said with a smile.

Before Meng Zhengxiong could speak, Meng Fei said, "Did you hear me, I am the brother of Tianwu Hou, we will be peers in the future, you can't bully me all the time."

Meng Zhengxiong's face turned black with anger, and he was about to have a seizure, when he saw Ye Yang's face sank and shouted, "Meng Fei, how can you speak, quickly apologize to Uncle Meng"

Meng Fei was suddenly frightened, and although he was reluctant in his heart, he still stubbornly said, "Dad, I was wrong"

Meng Zhengxiong obviously couldn't imagine that Meng Fei, who refused to bow his head to death, actually apologized to himself under Ye Yang's words, and suddenly felt like he had knocked over the five-flavor bottle.

Meng Zhengxiong slowly took out a food box from the ring, handed it to Meng Feidao, "Your mother has been thinking about you since you left, this time I heard that you are going to go on an expedition, so I specially made a box of peanut crisp that you loved to eat when you were a child."

Meng Fei, who originally felt very aggrieved, suddenly felt like a lightning strike, took the food box with both hands, and couldn't stop his tears anymore.

"Mother, children are not filial" Meng Fei hugged the food box and cried.

Ye Yang patted Meng Fei on the shoulder, from Meng Fei's performance, he had already seen that there was a certain obstacle to the communication between Meng Fei and his son, and it was a good time to resolve the obstacle.

Ye Yang said, "Actually, your parents love you very much, I heard that you are going to go on an expedition, and the top combat power of the whole city is here, what else do you not be satisfied with?"

Meng Fei nodded, slowly stood up, and carefully put away the food box.

Meng Zhengxiong shouted, "This time you know, we care about you a lot, do you know what it means to be well-intentioned?"

Meng Fei pouted disdainfully and said, "There are so many, I don't know what it means to be subtle."

"Little bastard, you ......"

Everyone spoke, the father and son are definitely enemies, and the atmosphere that had just brewed disappeared in a few words.

At this time, the swearing-in ceremony had already begun, and Emperor Wu Zhengyang of Tianwu read out an impassioned poem.

After that, there will be some memorial ceremonies, and after the ceremony, a thunderous drum beat will begin.

Suddenly, in the sky, more than a dozen demonic beasts appeared and rushed towards everyone.