When he slowly closed the "Linglong Secret Record", Yang Tianhong felt that his original blazing flame of revenge had diminished a lot. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 But that doesn't mean you can let go of those who are bent on dealing with you.

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It's already dark.

When he opened his eyes, Yang Tianhong felt that his body was full of strength.

He remembered that he had been beaten with dozens of sticks in the hall, his bones shattered, and even his internal organs became a mess. But now, there is no difficulty in raising his hands and feet, and there is an indescribable vitality surging in his body, and the whole person has recovered to the best state of mental and physical fitness.

Yang Tianhong couldn't be sure if this was the special ability of the Linglong Treasure Lock. With the faint moonlight shining in from outside the firewood room, he carefully studied the longevity lock hanging from his chest.

There is nothing unusual about the appearance of this lock, the usual crescent moon shape, a finely crafted silver chain wrapped around the ends of the lock, not expensive gold, and no jewels on it. A silver lock like this, which is very small, is worth no more than ten taels of silver at most.

Exquisite treasure lock?

Yang Tianhong silently recited the name of this treasure. The lock was worn by himself and was said to have been captured from the battlefield by his dead father. For so many years, this lock has never shown anything magical. If it weren't for this accident, Yang Liansheng wanted to take the opportunity to kill someone, which made him extremely angry, and the blood that flowed out of his body might never get the opportunity to open the lock and enter that mysterious space.

The first layer of Qi refining, is that my current cultivation strength?

In the family collection, Yang Tianhong had seen more than once the monk's description of the experience of the Qi refining stage. It should be the process of generating a sense of qi in the body, circulating along the meridians, and constantly strengthening. But no matter in which classic it is, Yang Tianhong has never seen a record like himself, after the spiritual energy circulates the meridians, a similar pool is formed in the dantian position.

Yang Tianhong instinctively felt that he should be stronger than Yang Xiong, the son of Yang Liansheng, a family cultivator who had entered the second layer of qi refining. He even couldn't wait to find Yang Xiong and test his newly acquired ability on the other party with his fists.

Just as Yang Tianhong was about to leave the firewood room, he suddenly heard a fierce shouting and scolding from the direction of the corridor outside.

"You brutes, you killed the young master alive, God will definitely not let you go!"

"Yang Liansheng, you jackal in human skin, the general and his wife were blinded back then, and they should have slaughtered you with a knife a long time ago. ”

"Damn, these two old bastards are still yelling nonsense when they are dying. Come on, shut their mouths. ”

"Take the people to the firewood room, throw them together with that dead little cub, and kill them all!"

The sound was apparently made by two groups of people. The voice in front was very old and full of grief and indignation, and Yang Tianhong was also very familiar with it. As for the arrogant and harsh ones in the back, they are obviously Yang Liansheng's cronies.

"Bang---"

The closed door of the firewood room was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and with the strong air flow pouring in, two old men who were firmly bound by hemp rope and covered in blood were also pushed in and fell to the ground.

The silver-white moonlight illuminated their faces full of scars and wrinkles.

Yang Tianhong's eyes widened suddenly, and the uncontrollable killing intent and fury instantly surged into his heart.

"Grandpa Mountain, Grandpa Hai!"

In the Yang Mansion, there are two young masters.

One is Yang Xiong, the eldest son of Houshan Boyang Liansheng. Almost all the servants and maids up and down the house had to salute respectfully when they saw Yang Xiong, and they were called "young master".

The other one is Yang Tianhong. However, there are only two people who call him "Young Master": Yang Dashan and Yang Dahai.

They were all veterans of years of fighting with the late hussar general.

Before his father died, he left Yang Tianhong as many as 100 trustworthy veterans as personal bodyguards. Eleven years is enough time for so many things to happen. These veterans never bought Yang Liansheng's account, and were only loyal to Yang Tianhong alone. It is no exaggeration to say that Yang Tianhong was actually brought up by these veterans little by little. For him, the veterans are his closest people.

As long as it is human, it will be born, old, sick and die. Yang Liansheng hated these veterans who refused to obey his orders, and tried his best to suppress them. Many people were driven out of Yang's mansion and disappeared. Still others died inexplicably. Up to now, the last two veterans left by Yang Tianhong's side are only Yang Dashan and Yang Dahai.

The two old men were covered with blood, apparently tortured. Yang Liansheng's servants were ruthless and beat them to death, and they were angry. Yang Tianhong's continuous call made Yang Dashan, who was no longer very conscious, try to open his swollen eyelids, and see Yang Tianhong with grief and anger on his face clearly, and finally showed a difficult smile on his bloodstained face.

"Young Master...... You, it's okay. Escape...... Let's go......"

Yang Tianhong turned around suddenly, blocked in front of the door of the firewood room, opened his bloodshot red eyes, and glared angrily at several domestic servants standing outside.

The cold moonlight shone on Yang Tianhong's body, and the whole person exuded an incomparably strong majesty and killing intent.

The pupils in the eyes of a servant holding a stick suddenly constricted, and he took a few steps backwards, as if he had seen a ghost, and pointed at Yang Tianhong with a trembling right hand and screamed loudly: "You, aren't you dead?"

What happened in the hall during the day was clearly visible to all. Yang Tianhong died tragically under the stick, and those present witnessed the scene with their own eyes.

But now, a man who should have died is actually standing alive in front of him.

Hell!

Yang Tianhong gritted his teeth hard, with the sound of teeth rubbing back and forth, clenched his fists fiercely, and sneered inwardly: "None of you are dead, how can I die?"

The servant subconsciously wanted to pick up the stick in his hand, but as soon as the muscles under his clothes began to bulge demonstratively, he saw a huge fist, which occupied all his eyes without warning.

With a "click", the servant's straight nose sank without resistance, and even his whole body flew backwards, slammed into the wall, stopped for a few seconds, and then fell forward silently, without moving.

Ordinary people will definitely be defeated against the Qi Refiners.

Section II

Looking at the unconscious servant who fell to the ground, at this time, the other people present suddenly felt a layer of chill on their bodies, as if the temperature around them had suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees. Although Yang Tianhong, who was standing opposite, was only an eleven-year-old doll, from him, he began to exude an extremely dangerous aura. Like a ferocious beast with sharp fangs bared and ready to choose people for love.

I don't know who shouted first, and a chaotic scream mixed with fear instantly echoed in the sky outside the firewood room.

"Go and call Young Master Xiong. ”

"Hurry up and report to the master!"

"Run!"

Four or five domestic servants who were originally fierce and vicious, armed with sticks, fled in an instant.

Yang Tianhong was not busy chasing, turned around, and pressed his hands on the chests of Yang Dashan and Yang Dahai, who were seriously injured, respectively, and the two spiritual energies with a faint warmth and extremely comfortable slowly entered the bodies of the two dying old men.

This is a method of qi induction and channeling mentioned in the "Linglong Secret Record", which is especially effective for injured people with ordinary physique. Although there is not a lot of spiritual energy injected into the injured person's body, it is enough to save his life.

In Yang Tianhong's view, the two veterans are his relatives. He was not willing to lose any of them. No matter how high the price is, as long as they can live, they will not hesitate to do it.

Yang Dashan and Yang Dahai, who had regained consciousness, moaned in unison.

"Young Master, let's go!"

"Don't waste your strength on us, get out of here. Those people are ruthless......"

Yang Tianhong continued to channel the spiritual energy, and comforted them in a soft and slow voice: "Grandpa Shan, Grandpa Hai, you don't have to think about anything, I will take care of things." None of those people can escape!"

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Soon, Yang Xiong, who was wearing a black samurai uniform and was as strong as a wild bear, stood in front of Yang Tianhong surrounded by more than a dozen domestic servants.

Since he can remember, Yang Tianhong has been bullied by Yang Xiong.

No, not only Yang Xiong, but also more than a dozen other family children living in the outer courtyard. They always snatched the cultivation pills that were distributed to Yang Tianhong every month in the clan, and bullied and insulted him by various means.

It's not that the Yang family is vicious and cruel by nature, it's that the life of practicing martial arts all day long is too boring. Naturally, Yang Tianhong, the weakest in this group, has naturally become everyone's "toy". Over time, snatching pills and the like, the people above will turn a blind eye. In their opinion, a child who is bullied cannot, of course, talk about any "future".

Although, his identity is the son of Yi Yong.

Although, his father was a prestigious late hussar general.

Yang Xiong looked at Yang Tianhong in surprise, and his eyes continued to release a cruel look with sadistic intent.

The eleven-year-old is already close to an adult's height. The hairpin on the crown of his hair was a little loose, and a few strands of hair fell from the front of his forehead, blocking the quiet eyes. Yang Tianhong's skin was very white, and the whole person looked quite thin. This is due to the mother's unplanned premature birth. Since he was a child, his health has always been poor, and although he is handsome, he has always been despised because of his long-term medication to maintain his health.

For a long time, Yang Tianhong was a waste that could not enter the gas refining stage. But now, this wretched scumbag standing in front of him now actually has the strength of the first layer of qi refining.

You can't be wrong about that. The sense of qi emitted from Yang Tianhong's body is very real and cannot be faked.

"When the next person came to report, I thought that these guys couldn't clean up those two old ghosts, so they deliberately pretended. Now it seems that your changes are indeed very unusual. ”

Yang Xiong slowly moved his shoulders, the muscles on his body bulged one by one, and the bone joints made a "crackling" explosion, he smiled and approached step by step: "However, waste is waste after all, even if it enters Qi refining, it is still not my opponent." ”

Yang Xiong is not wrong about this.

Among all the clansmen at this stage in the Yang Family's Outer Courtyard, Yang Xiong was the only one who had cultivated to the peak of the second layer of Qi refining and could break through to the third layer at any time. Yang Xiong was already physically strong, born with brute strength, and with a solid cultivation foundation, one person could face four first-level qi refiners at the same time.

The anger gradually extinguished from Yang Tianhong, and the whole person began to calm down. This is supposed to be the effect of the Spiritual Energy of the Heavenly Decision. Yang Tianhong stood there quietly, staring at Yang Xiong with a cold gaze.

"I remember, when I was five years old, you snatched my first cloth tiger toy. You tore it to shreds in front of me. ”

"When I was six years old, you threw me into a pond and almost drowned me. ”

"At the age of seven, you, along with the others, pushed me off the rockery and almost fell to my death. Afterwards, you said that it was me who accidentally fell, and I blame others. ”

Yang Xiong kept clenching their fists with each other, and had already walked in front of Yang Tianhong, sneering in a provocative tone: "Messy and said a lot of nonsense, what, do you think you have the qualifications to settle accounts with Lao Tzu?"

Yang Tianhong smiled faintly: "You owe me a lot." account, it must be calculated. I won't kill you, you have to live to pay it all. ”

Such an answer made Yang Xiong furious, and he suddenly let out an extremely angry roar from his mouth, raised his right fist high, and slammed it towards Yang Tianhong's head, who was close at hand.

The moment the fist fell, Yang Xiong suddenly saw Yang Tianhong bounce up like the most flexible leopard, grab his arm, and with the help of inertia, he threw himself to the ground.

All this was changing so fast that Yang Xiong couldn't imagine the speed that a first-tier qi refiner should have. Just when his mind was in a mess and he instinctively wanted to struggle to stand up from the ground, he suddenly felt a heavy punch in his back, and the extremely powerful force rushed into his body without any hindrance, pouring directly into the dantian.

Yang Tianhong's low roar immediately sounded in his ears: "The first style of cupola!"

"Heavenly Decision" is a fierce combat technique. The exercises that Yang Tianhong practiced in the Linglong Treasure Lock were only the qi refining part, and the tricks were only the first, second, and third forms of cupola.

When Yang Xiong's body flipped upside down in the air, he felt as if his whole person was firmly wrapped in a huge tornado, completely out of control.

It was a psionic ability that was as violent as a hurricane. The power is so fierce that a monk of Yang Xiong's level can resist it at all. For a moment, Yang Xiong felt as if his body had been trampled and ravaged by countless beasts, and every bone and meridian was completely shattered. Not to mention standing up, you can't even do something as simple as raising your arms.

According to the annotations on the "Heavenly Decision", according to the different strengths of the practitioners, the power of the three types of cupola is from weak to strong, and there are three levels of wind, storm, and hurricane.

The reason why Yang Xiong had the illusion of tornadoes and hurricanes was entirely because his personal cultivation was too weak, and he was not at the same level as Yang Tianhong at all.

"You, you actually ruined my dantian?"

Yang Xiong lay on the ground like mud, looking at Yang Tianhong's eyes as if he had seen a ghost, his voice was full of uncontrollable strong fear, and he screamed desperately: "You ruined my dantian, I, I can't cultivate anymore?"

Yang Tianhong didn't answer, just stood majestically in front of Yang Xiong like a huge mountain range that could not be reached.

The Yuan Qi Pill that I had taken before had not completely disappeared. "Heavenly Decision" is indeed incomparably wonderful, condensed in his body, like a pool of calm water, and is stimulated in the battle, with the power of the remaining elixir, circulating along the meridians again. Just when Yang Tianhong released some of his spiritual energy to shatter Yang Xiong's dantian, he felt that he had broken through again, and the meridians that were already very powerful were fully strengthened by the remaining elixir spiritual energy, and they entered the second layer of qi refining.

The beginning of "The Decision to the Heavens": Heaven, hope, and war.

The path of cultivation is not simply meditation and refining the mind. Forgetting the bloody battle of life and death can also stimulate the spiritual energy deposited inside the body and further improve one's own cultivation.

Yang Tianhong grabbed the back collar of Yang Xiong's clothes with one hand, lifted his whole person high, approached his eyes, and silently watched with the cold gaze of a carnivore at his prey.

It's an amazing feeling.

Is this the high-minded cousin of my former self?

I've always been a plaything that he trampled under his feet and was abused at will.

Now, the identities of the two people are completely reversed, I am standing on it, and he is firmly trampled under my feet, and he can be trampled to death with just a light crush.

The arrogance and ferocity on Yang Xiong's face completely disappeared, and was replaced by endless resentment and shock. Soon, all the ingredients in his gaze turned into outright fear.

He let out a terrible scream in desperation: "My father will never let you go, he will not let you go." I, I'm going to tell him to kill you!"

The word "father" made Yang Tianhong have mixed feelings, and tears suddenly overflowed uncontrollably.

His father was a hussar general of the Great Chu Dynasty. However, he died in battle before he was born.

When the news came, the pregnant mother had a complete breakdown, resulting in a premature birth, followed by an unstoppable blood collapse and finally died on the delivery bed.

If I am also a child with a father and a mother, even if I am thin and weak, will these people dare to do this to me?

Yang Tianhong remembered that when a personal old servant was alive, he told himself more than once: Yang Xiong's father, that is, his own uncle Yang Liansheng, was actually a talent who had not been ranked first for a long time, and he had not made any progress in cultivation. Even the title of "Earl of Houshan" on his body was given by the emperor for the sake of his late father. In terms of ability and conduct, he is not at all half as good as his parents.

It's such a person's son, and he actually wants to dictate to me?

Thinking of this, Yang Tianhong wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, took a deep breath, and laughed loudly: "I said, today is the day to settle the account." Do you think I'll let your father's old bastard go?"

Without waiting for Yang Xiong to answer, Yang Tianhong had already thrown him to the ground. Then, grabbing Yang Xiong's right leg, who had no power to resist, dragged him upside down, ignoring the screams from behind him, with an unprecedented proud attitude, strode towards Yang Liansheng's residence.

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Yang Liansheng has been sleeping early recently.

This is all because of the newly married concubine. The woman was at her prime age, her skin smooth and delicate, and her halo flowed in the light of the jumping fire of the sconce, as charming as satin.

Yang Liansheng heard the angry roar of the servant on night duty outside, trying to stop someone from breaking into his bedroom.

Then, I saw two black figures screaming, whistling straight into the room from the outside, and slamming against the wall.

Yang Liansheng never dreamed that the person who came was actually his nephew Yang Tianhong, who he had been trying to deal with all along, and had been beaten to death.