The white mist on the alley moved faster and faster, like a spiral spinning rapidly in the wind, and a powerful spiritual wind blew the old houses on both sides of the street. [Ran^Text^Library] []

Long......

This vortex of spiritual power stopped, and after the wind dissipated, a young man in a cloth shirt with thick eyebrows like a knife and a simple cloth shirt was revealed.

The young man looked at the long sword in his hand with excitement, sensing the surging spiritual power in his body and the obvious improvement of the * strong horizontal, feeling that this trip was very rewarding!

This unexpected gain, not only did his physical strength increase greatly, but his spiritual power was like a tide, reaching a level that was about to break through.

After entering the Holy Hall for a month of penance, I saw that all the disciples had been promoted to the fifth level of qi refining, or even higher. Only Zhou Yang, a young man whose qualifications are classified as inferior, is still hovering in the fourth layer of qi refining, not to mention how aggrieved he is in his heart.

Now, the cultivation is loose, which makes him ecstatic.

What's more, this killing of the black-clothed half-demon made him see hope, the hope of seeing the Zhige Sword absorbing the essence of martial arts, and the hope of improving as a martial artist with inferior qualifications.

It turned out that this Zhige Sword was not unable to absorb blood essence, but the specificity of the object of absorption, which made Zhou Yang confused for a while.

For this ancient sword that changed his fate, Zhou Yang had high hopes for it.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to enter the Demon Beast Forest alone, in order to prove the value of this sword.

Who knows, that trip not only did not make Zhige Sword reflect its due value, but it made him trapped in a confinement and almost couldn't get out.

Zhou Yang was disappointed for a while, and once thought that this sword was really as identified by the inscription master of Anqing City, except for being hard and sharp, there was nothing special about it.

Another village!

Just when Zhou Yang was not holding out hope, hope staggered!

"Half-devil, hum!"

Zhou Yang held the Zhige Sword in his hand, looking at the direction of the black-clothed half-demon fleeing just now, revealing a sneer.

This half-demon not only has an enmity with him, but is also the target of the human warriors' common crusade.

At the same time, it is the source of Zhou Yang's absorption of strength.

In the past, Zhou Yang didn't want the half-demons to sneak into the human world at all, and he was dissatisfied with the behavior of allowing the ordinary people of the half-demons to enter the Daqian Dynasty after the opening of the Daqian Dynasty.

Now, he hoped that the Half-Demon Warriors would come more.

Come one, kill one, come one pair, kill a pair!

......

Zhou Yang, who had calmed down, did not immediately rush back to the holy hall, but instead squatted down, looking at the half-demon who had just been sucked dry, and carefully checking his condition.

The cold aura on the half-demon body has faded a lot under the absorption of the Zhige Sword, but the innate characteristics of this race make them like demon beasts, with a special aura that is heavy and different from ordinary people.

If you don't identify it carefully, you can't find it, but after Zhou Yang has dealt with the half-demon a few times, this aura can't hide from his observation.

"Since you came to me first, then I'll eliminate these troubles completely!"

After Zhou Yang cleaned up the corpse, he raised his sword and chased down the path from which the half-demon had come just now.

Along the way, Zhou Yang sometimes walked quickly, sometimes leaned over and prostrate, not letting go of any trace of spider silk, with the help of living in the monster forest for nearly a month, and the tracking experience gained from getting along with the monster monkey king, Zhou Yang spent more than an hour, and finally stopped at a residential point on the outskirts of Fengle City when the lights were on.

"This is the town. ”

Zhou Yang looked at the lively town and muttered to himself.

This Fengle City is worthy of being the second largest city in the Daqian Dynasty, and even the surrounding towns are so prosperous.

Zhou Yang frowned and looked at the noisy flow of people, the aura of the black-clothed half-demon was cut off when he arrived in this town, which made him very helpless.

In a town with so many people, the aura of that half-demon can't be identified at all. And there are many people, and Zhou Yang doesn't have the crazy energy to find them one by one.

He walked into the town and wanted to take a look around.

"The guest officer can live in the hotel, the store is a century-old brand, the reputation is guaranteed, Tong Su is not bullied, it is the largest inn in this Xin Town, don't miss it when you pass by. You see, it's so late, and after this village, there is no next store. Guest, look ......"

As soon as he walked to the door of an inn, before he stopped, a young man in Tsing Yi with a shoulder on his shoulder and a small hat on his head nodded and walked over, stopped him and introduced him to him.

Looking up, this inn called Laifeng Tower was like that, and it was indeed too late, which made him a little moved.

Now it will take another hour to return to the Holy Church, and the clues of the black-clothed half-demon in this town, he doesn't want to cut it off, and he wants to do his best.

Therefore, looking at the enthusiasm of this young man in Tsing Yi, he nodded, raised his feet and walked in.

"Give a room. ”

Zhou Yang touched the silver two in his arms and said with some pain. You still have to find a way to make money, this little money is really unspent.

"Okay, please go inside, go to the room. ”

The little servant dragged out his voice and yelled loudly into the inn.

Walking into the inn, I saw a chubby shopkeeper, sitting at the counter half-fascinated, only showing a round face, watching Zhou Yang walk in, rubbing the thumb and index finger of his right hand, revealing a smile like the God of Wealth.

Zhou Yang was stunned for a moment, and after Xiao Er's reminder, he realized that he had to charge first if he dared to love it.

Painfully taking out a silver coin from his arms, Zhou Yang simply ordered a few side dishes and drank on a seat by the window of the inn.

A glass of wine, two dishes, and three people.

Zhou Yang tasted this human spirit alone and felt the relaxation after this journey. Not to mention, this kind of leisure is indeed addictive, no wonder many people will linger in this kind of red dust life.

After a sip of wine, a stream of heat rose, stretching his waist comfortably, and Zhou Yang rose with a lazy mood.

All along, in the Holy Hall, in addition to cultivating, he still cultivated, and he didn't have time to enjoy and appreciate everything in this world, which made his heart tense like a clockwork string.

Today's tracking made him passively relaxed.

Wine is a mound of tenderness, which can only be tasted superficially, but not indulged in it. Zhou Yang understands that he must grasp a good degree, otherwise he will let himself fall into the footsteps of depravity.

Get up and pick up your sword.

Zhou Yang was about to go to the market to see if he could find some clues, when he heard a voice.

"Good brother, don't go so fast, look at people's feet are sore, help me rub it, um~~~~"

A numbing sound that gives a strong * and is addictive.

With this voice, two figures, a man and a woman, walked into the inn. You provide the latest, fastest and most complete free novel updates【】

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