Yang Shengfeng roughly checked everyone's injuries. Although Di Xinqiu's words seem ruthless, his mouth is a lore at every turn, and chickens and dogs are not left, but because Dijia Village is also a small village in the west, and many people brought by Di Xinqiu may have never killed anyone in their lives, let alone attack their neighbors. As a result, most injuries are cutaneous. However, the people who fought against those few cultivators were suffering heavy casualties.

Yang Qingyu also counted the number of people on the side. After some statistics by Yang Qingyu, the casualties of the sudden attack of Dijia Village this time were finally counted.

There were seventy-five people involved in Yangjia Village, and this time twenty-eight lives were taken away by Dijia Village. Yang Qingyu looked at the more than 40 people who were still busy cleaning up and cleaning the battlefield, and his heart was also sad.

"Uncle Qingyu, in this world, if you want to survive, it's not easy, and you don't have to be sad." Yang Shengfeng simply treated the wounds of the injured person and stood beside Yang Qingyu, "The cruel reality is like this. Yang Shengfeng finally said, looked at the old man in front of him, and found that after this battle, the old man's rickety figure looked even older.

Yang Shengfeng didn't say much, knowing that although Yang Qingyu seemed to be like an old man all these years, the torment in his heart did not stop for a moment. And this battle, although it stopped the attack of Dijia Village, but looking at the casualties, Yang Qingyu's heart would not be comfortable.

"Uncle Shengfeng, come and see what this thing is?" Yang Yinghui's voice sounded on the field. There seems to be a bit of a rush in the shouting. Yang Yinghui held a mustard seed bag in his hand and ran towards Yang Shengfeng. Yang Yinghui's voice has attracted the attention of many people. Yang Shengfeng's strong move just now, although it did not cause harm to the people of Dijia Village, but at that moment, it was hard to scare Di Xinqiu, and in a panic, the mustard seed bag that was detained by Yang Shengfeng was held by Yang Yinghui in his hand.

"What is it?" Yang Qingjue's face had a strange expression. In the battle just now, Yang Qingjue resisted a cultivator from Dijia Village who had also just entered the Mountain Viewing Realm, and received a slap on his left chest. When he spoke just now, he didn't want to drive his lungs, which made Yang Qingjue feel pain, and the expression on his face was even more weird, "Look at you." Yang Qingjue said and slowly dragged his body, and also walked over.

"What is it? Yinghui. Yang Shengfeng also didn't expect that even if Di Xinqiu was not a strong person, he was also a cultivator who had already entered the mountain viewing realm for many years, especially when he heard Yang Yinghui's voice in such a hurry, he was also a little curious in his heart.

"Uncle Shengfeng, I don't know what it is, there are a few things in here, I don't even know them." Yang Yinghui was a little embarrassed by Yang Shengfeng's question, and he didn't expect that his inattentive shout would arouse Yang Shengfeng's curiosity, and Yang Yinghui also felt a little embarrassed. A hand touched his nose, signaling his innocence.

"Alright, bring it, I'll take a look." Yang Shengfeng was speechless, his mouth curled, and he was not used to seeing Yang Yinghui's recklessness.

"I just don't understand it, so I have to make such a posture." Yang Qingjue's voice was extremely strange, sometimes loud and sometimes small.

"Okay, you just talk less, you hurt your lungs, and you have to be strong, it's not a good thing." Yang Yingfeng surrounded him, looked at the funny Yang Qingjue, and pretended to say. knew that Yang Qingjue had injured his lungs, and when he spoke, he was going to affect the injury, which was also the reason why Yang Qingjue had a strange expression on his face. For Yang Qingjue's cultivators who can resist the mountain viewing realm, he is also very happy in his heart, and it seems that Qingjue is also about to break through. Yang Yingfeng thought in his heart, I have to work harder.

"Alright, I'll see what it is." Yang Shengfeng interrupted their conversation. Yang Yinghui came to Yang Shengfeng. Yang Shengfeng took the mustard seed bag and released a heart inside.

The space of the mustard seed bag is not very large, which is also expected by Yang Shengfeng, after all, in the poor countryside of the western region, mustard seed bags are scarce, not to mention a small village. Yang Shengfeng continued to explore the space inside. The mustard bag was almost full of stuff.

"Yinghui, what exactly are you talking about?" Yang Yingfeng was also curious, after all, on weekdays, Yang Yinghui's temperament is still very stable, except for being a little out of tune with Yang Zhen, there is nothing else. However, the people in the village respect Yang Shengfeng, and according to Yang Yinghui's character, in front of Yang Shengfeng, he will definitely not be as out of tune as Yang Zhen.

"There's a black box, a sword, and some elixirs, and the rest are commonly used things...... Yang Yinghui recalled the contents of the mustard seed bag, obviously a little embarrassed by his gaffe just now.

After less than a breath, Yang Shengfeng probed the contents and found that in addition to this black box, this sword was not bad, and other elixirs were also relatively common elixirs, but Yang Shengfeng did not blame Yang Yinghui. Yang Shengfeng took out the contents of the mustard seed bag. However, he was also curious about this Di Xinqiu being able to possess a spirit sword.

"Alright, don't blame Yinghui." Yang Shengfeng said and took out the black box. Look closely. The black box was only the size of a palm, square, without any decoration, but it wafted out a faint fragrance. "Danki." Yang Shengfeng exclaimed. His face was also shocked.

The black box is made of fine Dan wood, and it smells faintly fragrant. However, Danmu is a rare kind of wood, which can keep cultivators awake at all times while cultivating, so that it can avoid the addiction of cultivation, and it is a cherished spiritual wood that prevents cultivators from going mad. This shocked Yang Shengfeng's heart. I didn't look good at it just now, and I didn't expect it to be a good Danmu.

Yang Shengfeng's face showed a look of solemnity. I never thought that there would be such a thing in this barren west. At first, Yang Shengfeng didn't care about it and didn't find Danmu. After all, there are no good things in a small Dijia Village, but seeing the Danmu in front of him, Yang Shengfeng's heart also has a trace of waves.

Even Yang Ning, who was frolicking with Yang Zhen not far away, noticed the situation here. Yang Ning pulled Yang Zhen over. Yang Ning didn't expect that in this barren and barren west, he would actually see Danmu, and Yang Ning couldn't believe his eyes. Danmu, Yang Ning in his previous life was no stranger, and he was even quite familiar. In the Jingxin Valley where he lives, there is a Dan tree planted by Wan'er. Thinking of this, Yang Ning couldn't help but feel Wan'er's figure in his heart, and stood in a daze.

"Yang Ning?" Yang Zhen found that Yang Ning was suddenly distracted, and he didn't think much about it, and shouted softly.

Yang Ning heard Yang Zhen's voice, came back to his senses, and came to Yang Shengfeng's side with Yang Zhen. For Yang Ning's small episode, it did not attract attention.

At this time, there were already many people around Yang Shengfeng. After all, on weekdays, Yang Shengfeng can be said to be a person who is not interested in anything, but at this moment, Yang Shengfeng's face is changing, which also arouses doubts in everyone's hearts. They all stepped forward and surrounded them.

Yang Shengfeng's face quickly returned to his usual appearance. Although Danmu is scarce, it can't make Yang Shengfeng completely lose his temper. But for the sake of insurance, Yang Shengfeng still quietly released his divine sense in case of accidents.

Yang Shengfeng slowly opened the black box, only to see a gray animal skin quietly placed inside. Yang Shengfeng was reassured. The hides were removed, and nothing unusual was found. And the people around him didn't have any words, watching Yang Shengfeng's every move.

"Shengfeng, how is it?" Yang Qingyu walked over and found that many people were surrounding Yang Shengfeng, puzzled. Yang Qingyu arranged for everyone just now, but he was not present, and he didn't know what was going on, but when he saw many people around, he was puzzled. You must know that on weekdays, these people, when they see Yang Shengfeng, stay away. Yang Shengfeng usually has a straight face, and rarely sees a smile, especially after Yang Shengfeng asked him to train Yang Pi and these people, which one of them is not respectful of Yang Shengfeng. But now Yang Qingyu actually saw many people surrounding Yang Shengfeng, and he was also a little shocked in his heart.

"Uncle Qingyu, come and see this animal skin." Yang Shengfeng said and handed the animal skin taken out of the black box to Yang Qingyu.

"Huh? What is this? Yang Qingyu looked suspicious, Yang Qingyu took the animal skin, looked at Yang Shengfeng, and wondered.

"Uncle Qingyu, come and see this animal skin, have you ever seen it?" Although Yang Shengfeng has been in the west for four or five years, because he has basically never been out of Yangjia Village, he knows very little about the fierce beasts in the west, and the animal skin in front of him is even more unheard of. I hope I can get a little clue from Yang Qingyu.

Yang Qingyu saw Yang Shengfeng's serious expression, and his heart was even more puzzled, and with doubts, he looked at the animal skin in his hand. "Ah, Shengfeng, how come you have the skin of the onion deaf beast?" Yang Qingyu's tone was a little hurried, and he even couldn't believe it. looked at Yang Shengfeng in shock, just like looking at a strange person, staring at Yang Shengfeng, but he didn't believe his eyes, looked at the animal skin in his hand again, and finally showed a look of affirmation.

"Onion Deaf Beast?" Yang Shengfeng was puzzled and found Yang Qingyu's gaffe.

"Yes, it's the skin of the onion-deaf beast. Don't you know? Yang Qingyu looked at the animal skin in his hand again and stared at Yang Shengfeng.

"Grandpa, this animal skin is left by Di Xinqiu, not Uncle Shengfeng." Yang Pi was also puzzled when he saw Yang Qingyu who was out of shape, and he had never heard of the onion deaf beast that his grandfather said. Seeing that Yang Qingyu believed that this animal skin belonged to Yang Shengfeng, he explained.

"Di's hatred?" Yang Qingyu's eyes stared at the animal skin, "This is impossible." Yang Qingyu understands that Di Xinqiu's strength is between himself and himself, but how can he have the skin of this deaf beast?

"What can't be? Uncle Qingyu? Yang Shengfeng saw Yang Qingyu's face and looked puzzled.

"Katsumine. You probably don't know. Yang Qingyu paused, and when he saw Yang Shengfeng's puzzled face, he understood, this animal skin was definitely not owned by Yang Shengfeng, but how could Di Xinqiu have the animal skin of this deaf beast? Yang Qingyu continued, "On the ancestor of our Yangjia Village, there was a stunning figure named Yang Ye, and at that time, the entire Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya were under the rule of this ancestor, which could be described as invincible at that time. Yang Qingyu said, with a look of remembrance, he admired the ancestor very much.

"Yang Ye Ancestor, at that time, he was already a peak cultivator of the Nine Realms of the Mountaineering Realm. In his long life, because of his loneliness, he began to take continuous adventures, and finally he left the Western Wilderness alone, walking beyond the mountains of the Western Wilderness. It's been nearly a hundred years. The ancestor came back later, but when he came back, he was covered in blood and his life was hanging down. There is no mention of the 100 years that have disappeared. And this ancestor finally broke out due to his injuries, could not be suppressed, and finally died and died, and at the end of his death, he left this book about the onion deaf beast, and passed down the ancestral teaching, not to go deep into the mountains of the Western Wilderness. In the end, he died. After Yang Qingyu finished speaking, he looked at the animal skin in his hand, and finally confirmed, "And this animal skin is exactly the same as the memory of the onion deaf beast left by Yang Ye Ancestor." "The hides are gray in color, and on the back of the hides there are a handful of red hairs. On the front, the blood color has not disappeared, but there is some air-drying, and the lines are clear.

Yang Qingyu looked at it carefully, he couldn't believe his eyes, after all, his ancestor was afraid that he would die from this onion deaf beast, so he would leave a book about the onion deaf beast when he was dying.