The leaves are falling, accompanied by a slight coolness, and gradually enter the night.

It was very dark in the cave, and if it weren't for Yang Ning lighting a fire in the middle, he wouldn't even be able to see the light.

Yang Ning already knew that he was still in the mountain stream, and he was not very far from the platform where he fought a few days ago. Yang Ning simply treated the wound for the old ape, and the sudden attack of the embarrassed was fast, but Yang Ning's support was also fast, and it did not cause fatal damage to the old ape.

In this way, the old ape also did not look optimistic, although his life was saved, his body was bleeding too much, and he looked very weak.

At this time, Yang Ning had already dealt with the hare brought by the old ape and put it on the shelf, the fire below was raging, and the oil droplets were constantly dripping, making a "zizi" sound, and the golden skin on the shelf looked verdant.

The old ape seemed to have forgotten the wound on his abdomen, the corners of his mouth hung up, and his face was envious, staring at the stripped hare, like looking at a sleek beauty.

As for Yang Ning, he waited quietly, but he was not waiting for the hare to be roasted, but waiting for the white milk droplets that did not fall for a long time.

Just when he was saving the old ape, Yang Ning found that as long as he used his spiritual power, the poison of the gecko in his heart would recur again, although it was not violent, but as a cultivator, it was impossible for Yang Ning not to use spiritual power, therefore, Yang Ning still needed a lot of such white milk drops, at least before the gecko poison was lifted, he was afraid that this white milk drop was indispensable.

Thinking of this, Yang Ning couldn't help but curse himself.

If it weren't for his own trust that day, fighting with the five poisons of Shuchuan, there would definitely be no such bitter fruit, but the bitter fruit has been achieved, and Yang Ning has already regretted that it is too late.

The old ape looked at the hare on the barbecue grill, Yang Ning stared at the white milk droplets, the cave was very quiet, only the flames were burning quietly, and occasionally a drop of golden oil fell into the flames, making a "zizi" sound.

Gradually, as the night deepened, a hint of coolness hit.

Tick......

A drop of emulsion fell into the jade bottle prepared by Yang Ning in advance, although Yang Ning couldn't call the name of this emulsion, but Yang Ning knew that this kind of milk drop was definitely not simple, because it not only had the effect of restraining the poison of the gecko, but also stabilized his heart veins, such a lotion, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an elixir.

A drop of emulsion fell, and Yang Ning took the hare off the barbecue.

The old ape looked a little excited, because Yang Ning took it off, which meant that the hare could be eaten, and the old ape was naturally happy.

Yang Ning divided the hare into two, and the other half was given to the old ape.

The old ape looked ecstatic, as if he had really completely forgotten the pain in his abdomen, and with his two hands learned Yang Ning's movements, he tore off a piece of meat and began to chew it.

Yang Ning looked at the old ape who was happy to eat, and thought to himself, although the old ape is very intelligent, but after all, he still has no cultivation, and he is not an advanced beast at all, but looking at such a wise old ape, Yang Ning is still grateful from the bottom of his heart, because if it weren't for this old ape, I'm afraid he would have died completely.

Maybe the old ape has the happiness of the old ape, but Yang Ning doesn't understand, looking at the old ape with an excited face to eat, Yang Ning is also happy for it from the bottom of his heart.

One meal, one man and one beast, eat with all your heart, eat with joy.

Tick......

Another drop, time seemed to pass quickly, nearly an hour had passed.

After the old ape finished eating, he sat by the fire, and then the heat of the fire, gradually fell asleep, maybe because he was tired of being chased by the embarrassment, or maybe he was too full, in short, the old ape seemed to sleep very soundly, and after a while, the sound of whirring came out.

Yang Ning stayed next to the old ape, waiting quietly.

At this moment, Yang Ning is very quiet in his heart, like an ocean, calm and calm, and he can't see any waves.

The heart is quiet, the mind is quiet, and the mind can be quiet.

Yang Ning hadn't enjoyed all this quietly for a long time, cultivation was boring, but Yang Ning didn't have the slightest boring taste along the way, but it was extremely bloody.

Since his rebirth, Yang Ning has been running for his body, although Yang Ning didn't say it, but the quenching fluid back then, it was because this body was too fragile that Yang Ning had to be so cruel to himself, and it was also because of the quenching fluid that Yang Ning was able to have a deep foundation.

Then it was to build a foundation for himself, and the bird's Neidan almost let himself die again, but he finally survived, all the way down, until today, almost never stopped, always accompanied by bloody rain.

Yang Ning has seen enough blood along the way, but along the way, it has also made Yang Ning feel a different kind of cultivation.

In his previous life, although the cheap master didn't care about himself, he still grew up in the shadow of the master after all, and he went all the way to the peak.

But in this life, it is a real self-cultivation, and only after experiencing bloody wind and rain will there be a flawless foundation.

Yang Ning felt that there was a fire burning in his heart, and it lasted for a long time.

The sword intent slowly burst out from Yang Ning's body, silently, guarding the surroundings like this, and the quietness in his heart finally brought benefits to Yang Ning.

Tick......

It was another hour, but Yang Ning felt that all this seemed to pass quickly, as if it was an instantaneous thing.

Ling Tianjue operated autonomously, like a never-ending stream of water, although it was slow, it was still flowing, like a trickle in a mountain stream, flowing quietly.

The night was silent, like a god peeping in the dark, silently watching everything.

Yang Ning knew that it was time for him to prepare for himself to break through the foundation of the mountain building realm.

In my previous life, with the help of my master, breaking through the mountain building realm was like drinking water, and everything fell into place. But in this life, he does not have the powerful help of Master.

You have to do everything yourself......

Yang Ning thought secretly, and the fire in his heart burned quietly, as if it had never stopped.

The spiritual power gradually surging, Yang Ning finally reached the high-level consummation of the mountain viewing realm in the early hours of the morning, and then in the next step, it is the peak of the mountain viewing realm, which means that he wants to burn his body, ignite the divine fire, become the fire of the soul, break through the mountain building realm, and become a real powerhouse.

After a night, in the jade bottle, Yang Ning received a total of five white milk drops, that is to say, he can only do it five times in the future, and among the five times, if he can't completely solve the poison of the gecko, then his life is really in danger.

The morning light is always not late, and it appears on time on the top of the mountain stream, the clouds and mist are shrouded, and the mountain stream gradually has a trace of vitality.

The ape cries constantly, the crane chirps non-stop, trickles, and gradually drifts away.

After Yang Ning and the old ape had breakfast, Yang Ning said goodbye to the old ape and set out on the road again. Although the old ape seems to have a lot of reluctance, there will always be parting when they meet, and parting is also for a better encounter.

Yang Ning left a lot of cooked food for the old ape, in short, before the old ape recovered, he would not worry about being hungry again.

In the mountain stream, Yang Ning found a thick tree trunk, sharpened a scabbard with it, and put the Chengyi Sword inside.

If you go to the Northern Xuan Sword Sect, you will definitely meet a lot of swordsmen, and Yang Ning did this to improve himself.

Sword drawing has not been used since Yang Ning Xi Hui, but sword drawing is definitely a hole card as far as Yang Ning is concerned at this stage.

However, after thinking about it last night, Yang Ning had already decided that drawing the sword technique would be his own sword move in the future.

When you wait until you have time, you can safely pull out the wooden scabbard in your hand, which means that your sword drawing skills are truly successful.

The wooden scabbard, Yang Ning went all the way down, made a lot of them, and put them in the space ring. Because of its proximity to Shuchuan, there are more swordsmen here. Therefore, Yang Ning carried the Chengyi Sword on his back.

Finally, five days later, Yang Ning finally left the mountain stream.

Standing at the top of the mountain stream, Yang Ning saw the face of Shuchuan.

There are mountains everywhere, mountain streams everywhere, and in this cluster of mountains, it is faintly visible, and the pavilion is continuous, which is the mountain gate of the Northern Xuanjian Sect.

Yang Ning went down the mountain and climbed the mountain......

A month later, I finally came to the foot of Geyu's mountain.

You can see swordsmen with swords on their backs everywhere here, although I don't know what level the swordsman realm has reached, but the influence of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect has been revealed.

The Northern Xuan Sword Sect, in Shuchuan, is like a guardian saint, guarding the surrounding Shuchuan, although it cannot be rich in things and rich people, but the peace of one side can be guaranteed, therefore, the people living here feel very satisfied, and in order to appreciate the merits of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect, so the ordinary people here also advocate swordsmanship.

The sword is a killing weapon, but these ordinary people are more for the belief in their hearts.

Yang Ning looked at the flow of people coming and going at the foot of the mountain, shook his head, and muttered to himself: "Things wake up your body, such a swordsman, but it also shows that the Northern Xuan Sword Sect has been corrupted to a certain extent......"

I don't know if the returning Jianjue will vomit blood when he sees this kind of scene, Yang Ning Xiang, a smile gradually appeared on his face, as if he was smiling for Jianjue, smiling bitterly.

In front of Yang Ning, steps followed the trend of the mountain range, gradually ascending, leading to seclusion.

The clouds and mist were shrouded, and it was impossible to see the true face of the mountaintop, which also gave the Northern Xuanjian Sect a certain mystery.

Yang Ning stepped on the steps, step by step, down-to-earth, and walked up.

"Look, there's someone going up again......"

"Really, don't you know that the threshold of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect is extremely high?"

"Those who don't know don't know what ...... is called"

"Another ...... that doesn't take it easy"

In the crowd, some people gradually discussed, looking at the wooden scabbard on Yang Ning's back, and there was a lot of abuse.

Yang Ning turned a deaf ear to this and walked on his own, all of which had nothing to do with him.

Gradually, Yang Ning has come to the bank of the clouds, looking at everything below, looking at the mountains and forests, there is really a feeling of being in a fairyland.

As he gradually approached the Northern Xuan Sword Sect, Yang Ning felt a fierce aura.

It was an ethereal rule, a rule that belonged to the sword, and vaguely, everything was full of killing breath.

Heaven for swords, heaven for swordsmen.

There is not a trace of clutter, only a sword.

Yang Ning felt that on his back, the Chengyi Sword was shaking, as if it was about to be unsheathed, and let out a gentle sword groan.

It's finally here......

Yang Ning looked at the pavilion above the clouds, vague, but full of the aura of a sword.

Yang Ning felt in his heart that he felt like a wanderer who had been wandering for a long time, and finally returned home at this moment.

Take the sword out of the sheath.

Syllable......

The wooden scabbard shattered.

Groove ......

Forgot about this stubble......

Yang Ning had a black line on his forehead, but the Chengyi Sword had already taken off his hand and flew away, emitting a loud sword groan.

Zheng ......

"Is it finally here?"