In the past three days, Yangtiange's business has been very prosperous, and there are often situations where the supply of goods is cut off. There is no way, their capital is too small, and no matter how good the credit of Liu Liang and the others is, they can't get too many materials on credit, so they can only move in and out quickly.

In this case, Mo Chenglong has to go back and forth between Tu Yan and Anping City, sometimes several times a day, and the transmission cost alone is staggering.

Nothing special happened for three days, and it had to do with the density of patrols here.

Zhong Pengfei sent an elite patrol team to patrol the perimeter of Yangtian Pavilion in the name of protecting the sect's shop area, so the thieves did not dare to approach.

It's just that in the second half of the night, the patrol disciples have to retreat to the sect to rest, so this time is the most dangerous.

However, in the past three days, there have been many cases of life and robbery in other places in Tu Yancheng, and people have spilled blood on the long street every day, killing them on the spot.

Zhou Yang was busy during the day, and he seized the time to cultivate at night.

In the past few days, he has mainly experienced the beauty of the middle stage of the spiritual platform, comparing the physical changes before and after. Even the power of heaven and earth, he didn't have time to comprehend it.

After reaching the middle stage, the spiritual power increases at least fourfold, which is related to crossing the great level.

If you only go from the second to the third level of the spiritual platform, it will increase by two times. However, the triple breakthrough to the quadruple is a transition from the early stage to the middle stage, and the increase in spiritual power is naturally much more.

The other biggest change is the consciousness.

When he first entered the spiritual platform, his divine sense could only probe about ten zhang, and when he reached the third level of the spiritual platform, it had reached seventy or eighty zhang, but at this time, he could release three hundred zhang.

It stands to reason that it is only 300 zhang, which is far worse than what can be seen, but in fact, it cannot be compared like this.

If it's a sunny day, ordinary people can see dozens of miles away, and even a hundred miles away from the mountains. But what if it's a night? Especially when it's as dark as ink, I'm afraid I can't even see half of it. There is also a situation where there are objects in the way, such as the walls inside and outside the room, the naked eye naturally cannot pass through the wall and cannot see what is outside the wall.

That's when the effects of the consciousness come into play. No matter how dark the night is or how thick the wall is, the sight within 300 zhang is like day, and even an ant can see clearly. Except, of course, things that can cut off the consciousness.

And the role of divine consciousness is not limited to this, but also reflected in the detection of the strength of the cultivator and the control of magic weapons.

Previously, with Zhou Yang's realm, he could only see the strength of a cultivator who was three levels higher than himself, that is, the sixfold Lingtai, and it was up to guess if it was above six. And now that he has reached the middle stage of the Lingtai, he can accurately judge the specific realm of cultivators below Tianyuan, and the exploration of the strength of masters above Tianyuan has also improved significantly.

For example, I only knew that I was a Tian Yuan master before, but I couldn't tell which level it was. At present, we can roughly judge the difference between the beginning, middle and late stages. Don't underestimate this, it is taboo to have eyes and not know Mount Tai in the cultivation world, on the contrary, you can deal with it freely, and it will not cause the dissatisfaction of the masters.

And the control of magic weapons requires more divine sense, especially the use of the sky, the divine sense is not strong enough, and it is impossible to realize the use of magic weapons in the sky.

Other aspects of the body also change a lot, and you need to experience it slowly.

It was night, and most of the people in the store had already gone to sleep. Zhou Yang has just completed his eighth big week and is about to close his eyes and rest.

In the past few days, he has developed a habit of looking around with his mind before falling asleep. However, under this investigation, his face changed slightly.

Because there is a figure shaking as far as the divine sense can reach!

"What are they going to do?" Just across the street, a dozen masked men were passing through the house at a very fast speed.

"Not good!" The next moment, Zhou Yang Huoran stood up and rushed out. Because those people crossed the street, the direction of the target was Yangtian Pavilion.

"There is an enemy attack, everyone comes out!" Zhou Yang swept out of the hospital and shouted loudly.

After speaking, more than a dozen figures rushed out of each room.

"What's going on?" asked Shen Tugang solemnly with a ghost-headed broadsword in his hand.

"Look at the team of black-clothed people outside the courtyard! Oh no, it's coming!" Zhou Yang pointed out of the courtyard, but a moment later, there was a loud "bang", but the door was forcibly knocked open.

More than a dozen masked men, each armed with a sword, burst in menacingly.

"Your reaction is very fast! Brothers, kill me!" The leader of the big man saw that there were many people standing in the courtyard, and he knew that the sneak attack was no longer successful, so he laughed and prepared to rush to kill.

"Wait, what are you, dare to trespass into the Ziyuan Sect's important land, are you tired of it!" Shen Tu Gang shouted.

"Fart, what kind of big banner are you talking about, and Ziyuanzong, do people like your small shop!" the leader shook the gun in his hand and said disdainfully.

"Jackie Chan, show him!" Shen Tu just pointed at the tip of the knife and said coldly to the man in black.

If you can use the name of Ziyuan Sect to scare off people, there will be less useless bloody battles.

There were fifteen people on the other side, and there were actually two spiritual platform seven-fold cultivators among them! The others were also in the early and middle stages. And there are only thirteen people on his side who can fight, and there is only one Shentu Gang in the Lingtai Sevenfold, and his strength is obviously insufficient.

"Ziyuan Order!" The leader stared at the token in Mo Chenglong's hand, his eyes became solemn, but it was only for a moment, and a ruthless look flashed.

"Get a piece of fake and try to bluff me and wait, dream!" With that, the man waved his hand, and more than a dozen people behind him rushed up in unison.

As soon as Shen Tu shouted, he raised his knife and slashed, and the nine guards did not show weakness, each swinging his blade into the crowd, and the two sides exchanged hands in an instant.

Mo Chenglong gritted his teeth, raised his sword and killed. But Liang Sanli's eyes were full of fear, and his hand holding the sword trembled a little.

Shen Tu had just confronted the leader of the Sevenfold Spirit Stage, and the swords and spears intersected, clanging, and sparks splashed in all directions.

His sword skills are exquisite, and he has already cultivated a knife several inches long, and it is estimated that he will soon be able to leave his body and hurt people.

And the leader of the bandits' spear was also very good at getting it, and the same spear flashed, piercing people's eyes.

The strength of the two is equal, and the fight is inseparable.

Dozens of people in the courtyard were scuffled together, shouting and killing one after another, and screams came out from time to time, and the scene was chaotic.

And the second tall late-stage bandit swung his knife and slashed at Mo Longcheng.

Mo Chenglong only barely blocked a sword and was kicked to the ground, and before he could sacrifice the magic weapon, the man's big knife had already fallen.

Zhou Yang swung his sword and pierced the throat of a bandit, and when he caught a glimpse of Mo Chenglong who fell to the ground, his face changed greatly, regardless of anything else, and his finger was a spiritual light, which directly took the heart of the tall bandit.

The bandit was worthy of the sevenfold realm, six people were knowledgeable, and when the big knife in his hand fell halfway, he felt that the evil wind was coming on his back, and he knew that something was wrong, and his body swept out quickly, and at the same time slashed the big knife behind him.

"Poof!", the red thread hit the blade of the knife, and it popped back a few inches and slapped directly on the back of the robber himself.

The man was shocked, he couldn't imagine that the aura of the mere Lingtai Quadruple Cultivator was so powerful, so he gave up Mo Chenglong and pressed towards Zhou Yang step by step.

Mo Chenglong bounced up, the magic weapon in his hand was successfully fired, and a wind blade shot out of the bandit's back.

The man had already taken precautions, jumped to the side, and had already avoided the wind blade, and without looking, he returned to his hand with a spiritual light.

There was a huge difference in the level of the realm, and that person's spiritual light was as fast as lightning, and he didn't give Mo Chenglong a chance to sacrifice the magic shield at all.

Mo Chenglong changed color, and in a hurry, he fell backwards on his back, and at the same time protected him with a medium-grade magic weapon.

Although this move was ugly, it barely avoided the aura, but it also made a cold sweat. But before he could get up, a man in black had already slashed at him with a long knife.

Mo Chenglong rolled on the momentum, avoided the long knife, jumped up, and rushed over with a swing of the long sword.

In order to save spiritual power, the two of them didn't dare to use magic weapons again, so they fought with swords.

Zhou Yang looked at the tall bandit who came over with a gloomy face, and did not use the aura again, but slowly raised the long sword in his hand.

"Boy, I have some skills, but in the realm of the fourfold realm, no matter how strong the aura is, you can perform it a few times! I'm afraid that as soon as Lao Tzu makes a move, you can't even stop half a move." Acquaintances, hand over the storage bag, Lao Tzu may spare your life. Otherwise, hum!" the tall bandit smiled darkly, and the long knife pointed directly at Zhou Yang.

"Oh, what if I can stop half of your move?" said the man, who was visibly stunned.

He didn't expect the kid in front of him to answer like this, he was speechless for a while, a little annoyed and angry, his body shook, and the big knife in his hand slashed his head and covered his face.

"The old thing is angry!" Zhou Yang raised his sword to greet him, and at the same time his mouth was not idle.

"Boy, you are looking for death!" The tall bandit is extremely angry, he is only less than thirty, and he is actually called an old thing, how can he not be annoyed. But he didn't want to, he was a little bit, and people didn't like to hear it.

The swords collided and each bounced off.

"It's still strong!" the tall bandit was startled, and his backhand was another stab.

This person's knife is heavy and powerful, and it is as fast as lightning, and the whirring and whirring between the swords and the slashing are carried by the wind.

Zhou Yang didn't dare to underestimate it, and used all the sword tricks of the Piercing Sky, although he didn't have the upper hand, he could resist it easily.

The tall bandit was extremely disdainful of him at first, but Zhou Yang wielded the refined copper long sword so tightly that he didn't fall behind in the parry, which made him gradually face it.

Everyone was fighting in the courtyard, and the six men hiding in the house also trembled and took out their swords to guard against them, but their hearts were all uneasy and their legs trembled.

The tall bandit is taller than Zhou Yang, and the big knife he uses is much heavier than his long sword, and the sword mangs are very threatening to him.

Although Zhou Yang's strength is great, he suffers a little in terms of realm and weapons, and is gradually at a disadvantage.

His Sky Piercing Sword Technique had entered the fourth layer last night, and the long sword had a hint of pale red sword light, but it was only a preliminary achievement, and it could not pose a threat to the other party.

The tall bandit became more and more frightened the more he fought, a cultivator who had just stepped into the middle stage of the spiritual platform was able to fight to this point, and he was full of spiritual power, vigorous qi and blood, and did not show any signs of defeat, and he couldn't help but secretly think: "Could it be that this person is a disciple of the Ziyuan Sect?"

"Fight quickly, don't alarm Zi Yuanzong!" Seeing that everyone had been fighting for a long time, the bandit leader was anxious, and he held the opponent's ghost head vigorously and shouted loudly.

When the bandits heard this, the offensive became a little faster, and the Yangtian Pavilion side was a little breathless.