Yuansheng Continent, Northern Regions.

The moon is dark and the wind is high on the night of murder, which is exactly the case.

Fengcheng, the only city outside the three empires, exists independently, although it is not too prosperous, but it is enough to be called rich.

In the center of Fengcheng, a tall courtyard stands. This is the castle lord's mansion. In the dead of night, the well-defended City Lord's Mansion should be extremely quiet. However, it was a mess.

The moon, hanging in the sky. It's not particularly clear, but it's doable. The cold wind blows, and the cold is to the bone.

"Whoosh", a sound of breaking wind crossed the sky, and I didn't see anything, but I saw a black figure falling on the top of the city lord's mansion. The black figure clasped his hands on his chest, leaning against a cupola pillar on the top of the mansion, looking at the messy guards below.

"Haha, the invisible is the invisible, and it can kill this great evil city lord like this." A loud laugh came from behind the dark shadow, a young man dressed in a blue robe, his long hair tied up, hanging straight to his waist, and a warm smile on his handsome face, with a fierce look in his eyes, but because of that warm smile, people made people close to him.

The black shadow turned around when he heard the sound, and it turned out to be a teenager too. Under the illumination of the moonlight, a handsome face was revealed, even the appearance of the blue-shirted young man could not be compared, but the cold color on his face made people feel far away. With short black hair fluttering in the night breeze, he was dressed in a black strong suit, showing off his slender figure completely. He is only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he has been killed, and he has a name that is well known to women and children, the invisible son of the four sons of the Northern Regions, Yang Yuanhao. And the young man in blue is also one of the four sons, the impermanent son, Zhao Wuchang.

Yang Yuanhao glanced at Zhao Wuchang lightly, his face was expressionless, and then he turned around again.

"Anyway, this guy really deserves it! Actually hit the attention on your head. However, this time, the people of Fengcheng will be grateful to you. Will a killer accept their gratitude? "The young man in blue is also the son of impermanence, Zhao Wuchang. Looking at the messed up guard below, he sneered. "It doesn't matter!" Yang Yuanhao replied coldly, his body moved, and he flew into the distance.

"This guy ......" Zhao Wuchang scolded with a smile, and also tapped his toes and chased after him.

The four sons of the Northern Regions, known to women and children, are known as role models for the younger generation. They are the leaders of the younger generation and are considered to be the next generation of the "Four Venerables". They are able to stand out among so many talented young generations, and they will have their own skills, but they stand on the same level with different identities.

Fateless son, Xi Mingzhi. The cultivation is the highest among the four sons, and he is an upright person. However, his shot was either dead or wounded, so it was called lifeless. His origin is unknown, and it is rumored that he is from a reclusive family, with an unusual identity and extraordinary talent; He also slandered that he was born in a bitter cold, but because of a chance when he was a teenager, he had to cultivate the immortal law, and he was finally born, and he has not been defeated so far. He was held up as the head of the four princes of the Northern Regions, and it was rumored that he had broken through the second realm of cultivation, the spiritual position.

Childe without a trace, Moon Shadow. is the little master of the Ghost Trace Mountain, and his identity is transcendent. Its famous skill is "God Speed", and it likes to fight quickly and quickly, and the opponent will die invisibly. He has a proud personality, thinks that he is extremely talented, and has the backstage of Ghost Trace Mountain, who can compare with him? But now not only do there be three people with the same name, but Xi Mingzhi suppressed him to the death, and he was resentful.

Impermanence son, Zhao impermanence. Legend has it that his identity is ordinary, but when he was blocked and killed by other hired masters several times, not only did he retreat with his whole body, but the inexplicable death of the hired strong man really made people doubt his identity. His temperamental personality is temperamental, although he never shows mercy to his opponents, but he is loyal to his sincere friends, and he is very close to the invisible son Yang Yuanhao.

Invisible son, Yang Yuanhao. is the most mysterious person among the four sons, and his identity is like no life, no one knows, and even guessing is impossible to guess. At the beginning, he was born, defeated the young generation at the beginning, and ranked among the top three and jumped to the throne of the fourth son. His talent can be described as rebellious, he is the youngest of the four sons, and he is also the most not to be underestimated. His spiritual sense was extremely sharp, and his peers, and even some of the cultivators of the older generation, could no longer hide their bodies around him. Although he is young, he has experienced the most, and he can kill kings in a generation at a young age. Hiding in one hand, killing and invisible.

On the way of cultivation, there are two realms of foundation building, mortal level and spiritual position. Where the body is refined, the spiritual position is tempered. "Hmph." Yang Yuanhao, who was flying, suddenly snorted, his body was tense, his face was pale, his pupils shrank, and he landed on a building with a "bang". His body trembled, and his face became hideous.

"Ah......h Damn, here it is again, here it is again. Get the hell out of here, get out of here. ”

"Boom"

An extremely powerful fluctuation burst out from Yang Yuanhao's body......

Hundreds of miles away, it was a hillside, and only one thatched hut was built here. In the room, a handsome young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a white robe, with long hair scattered and fair skin, sat cross-legged on a wooden bed, his eyes slightly closed, and he pinched a cultivation seal in his hand, attracting the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to surround his body, and between his swallowing, it merged into his body.

Suddenly, a powerful wave shook the heavens and the earth in the distance. The young man's closed eyes opened suddenly, and there was a look of surprise on his face.

"This is, the fluctuation of the spiritual realm......"

The terrifying fluctuation of "......" gradually disappeared, Yang Yuanhao knelt in front of the collapsed building, his mouth kept exhaling, and the sweat fell to the ground like a stream of water, the black underwear on his body had been torn, and his fair skin had been exposed under the moon.

The moonlight shone on its smooth back, and there was a black and white circular imprint, and in the middle of the imprint there was a beast-like imprint, filling the entire black and white imprint, and there were some extra imprints, as if the fierce beast wanted to break free from the cage that imprisoned itself, but the circular imprint wrapped it tightly and did not let it reflect the slightest bit.

"Yuan Hao, what's the matter? Relapse again? A blue figure fell beside Yang Yuanhao, it was Zhao Wuchang.

"Ahem, it's okay, just take a break." Yang Yuanhao coughed lightly, and stood up with Zhao Wuchang's support.

On the side, Zhao Wuchang shook his palm, and a black robe appeared out of thin air and draped on Yang Yuanhao's body.

"Eh, the vitality fluctuation just now was emitted by you!" Zhao Wuchang turned his head and asked Yang Yuanhao, whose face was pale.

"Hmm." He replied lightly. "Although it is said that with the power of this thing, your realm will be elevated, but if you continue to rely on it like this, it will have great disadvantages for your future achievements." Zhao Wuchang said in a deep voice.

Yang Yuanhao looked at Zhao Wuchang, who was thinking, with a blank face, and didn't say anything.

"The 'Spirit Pool Battle' in three days will not have an impact, right?" Zhao Wuchang thought about it, and with another touch of his palm, a round pill appeared in his hand. "This is the "Explosion Yuan Pill", if you don't recover completely by then, take it when necessary, it can restore you to 10% of your strength in a period of time. Yang Yuanhao separated Zhao Wuchang's outstretched hand with his hand, broke away from Zhao Wuchang's support, and staggered towards his residence.

When his figure gradually faded away, a cold voice came, making Zhao Wuchang stunned.

"For a killer, even if he falls, it is impossible to break the rules. This is whether the dignity of being a killer exists...... "Spirit Pool Battle" is a competition for the "Spirit Pool" held every three years in Fengcheng.

Lingchi, it is rumored that in ancient times, a generation of emperors sat in the place, the pool was full of the emperor's flesh and blood, aura, for the cultivators below the king realm has a great advantage, it is rumored that some strong people can break the shackles and make new breakthroughs. However, there is a kind of enchantment in the spirit pool, which only cultivators of the Spirit Realm and the Mortal Rank Realm can enter, and only one person is allowed to absorb it at a time. Otherwise, there is no effect. Therefore, the strong man in charge of Fengcheng set the rules of this "spirit pool" battle in order to find the younger generation of rookies.

There are only two days left before the "Spirit Pond Battle", and the heroes gather and flock to Fengcheng. At this time, Fengcheng will be extremely "hot". Cultivators from the foundation building realm of the major empires all poured here, just to be able to get a piece of the pie in this battle.

Fengcheng, north.

It's a remote place, so to speak. There is nothing else but a tall building. Although it looked extremely plain on the surface, if there was a cultivator above the mortal level realm here, he would notice that there was a vitality barrier around this tall building, and the energy fluctuations it emitted were enough to suppress a cultivator who had attained the perfection of the mortal level.

The owner of this high-rise building, the entire Fengcheng is aware, the invisible son, Yang Yuanhao.

In the building, a black-clothed, handsome-looking young man with a little cold light on his face sat cross-legged on the ground, pinching the cultivation seal in his hand, attracting the vitality of heaven and earth, and wandering around his body. The boy is Yang Yuanhao. Since last night's "outburst", when I returned home, I began to meditate and heal, and this has been the case.

"Whew." The boy opened his eyes and exhaled, sensing his own injury.

"That thing's destructive power is getting stronger and stronger, is it because of my cultivation?" Yang Yuanhao was slightly stunned, and the situation of the past episode came to his mind...

This mark has been around for as long as he can remember. Whenever asked about it, his parents would run away from it. And since he can remember, he has had a seizure every few nights, and there is always a black ** shadow in his heart, wantonly destroying his meridians, and when he is young, it is only a faint destructive force. Since Yang Yuanhao's cultivation has increased, although the time of attack has become infrequent, the power of each destruction is incomparably great.

"That said, it was a breakthrough." Yang Yuanhao muttered softly. He couldn't help but think of two figures. Immediately, his face was hideous, and his palms were clenched. "Dad, mother. Hao'er will definitely destroy those people and their clan with his own hands. ”

With the "Spirit Pond War" approaching, the popularity of Fengcheng has also reached the extreme. Almost every inn was full, and many faces were wandering around. Although the heroes gathered, there were many conflicts.

Yongkang, an old restaurant in Fengcheng, is said to have existed since the establishment of Fengcheng. Decades have already laid a sign, so Yongkang's business is extremely prosperous. This is also Yang Yuanhao's favorite restaurant.

"Hey! Did you hear that? Yin Ming, the personal disciple of the Fire Venerable of the Fire Country, is here. It is said that he came to the spiritual pool. "If you want to know the gossip, these restaurants are the most well-informed.

"Cut, which foreign Tianjiao came to Fengcheng, not for the 'Spirit Pool Battle'."

"Hey, this time is different, it is said that there is a heavy treasure in this spirit pool, which was personally surveyed by the Fire Venerable."

"Really? As soon as this news comes out, this 'Spirit Pool Battle' will be extremely exciting. ”

“…………”

"Heavy treasure." The handsome young man in the black color of Yongkang wine muttered to himself, it was Yang Yuanhao.

He picked up the wine glass in his hand, took a sip, looked at the crowded crowd outside the window, put the yuan coin (the common coin of the Yuansheng Continent) on the table, and moved quietly to the street.

Listening to the chaotic shouting and quarreling in his ears, Yang Yuanhao's heart was extremely calm.

Suddenly, in front of an inconspicuous stall, a strange fluctuation made Yang Yuanhao stunned. When I turned my face, I saw a rusty, inconspicuous bead of unknown material. That strange fluctuation was extremely weak, and if it weren't for his keen sense, he might not be able to sense it.

Although there were all kinds of doubts, Yang Yuanhao still took a step and stood in front of the stall.

"Young man, whatever you want to buy, look at it." In the stall, a stall owner wrapped in a black robe said in a hoarse voice. "What is this?" Yang Yuanhao glanced at it, then pointed to the rusty bead and asked.

"I don't know." The stall owner's answer made Yang Yuanhao a little dumbfounded.

"Price?"

"Five hundred dollars." The stall owner's bland words are always like thunder, and he will not stop if he does not beat people.

"Don't say anything, I'm too dark, although I am not your cultivator, but what you cultivators fancy will not be mortal, it may be a treasure left by the ancients. I may have lost money on the price. The stall owner raised his empty eyes and looked at Yang Yuanhao, who had a cold face.

In fact, Yang Yuanhao didn't know what this was? Just curious. But the stall owner's words really made Yang Yuanhao feel reasonable. Originally, he didn't like to argue, and with a wave of his palm, a bag of coins flew to the stall owner, who caught the money bag and smiled "hehe".

Yang Yuanhao glanced at the stall owner lightly, and knew a little in his heart, maybe for ordinary people like him, "money" may be everything!

Retracting his thoughts, Yang Yuanhao reached out to take the beads, and just as he was about to pick up the rusty beads, a white palm took the first step to grab the beads. Suddenly, Yang Yuanhao's brows furrowed, and his face turned pale.

Looking along the palm of his hand, it was a handsome young man, dressed in a green shirt, holding a folding fan in his hand, and a small guy beside him. His face was a little feminine, but he vaguely gave Yang Yuanhao a sense of strength, just like a knife.

"What do you mean, Your Excellency?" Yang Yuanhao said coldly.

"Hehe, offended. It's just that Xiaosheng is a little curious about this bead, and he doesn't know if Brother Tai can cut his love. The young man smiled, and although his words were polite, they had an undeniable taste. Brother Tai don't be angry, although you have put the money on the stall, the stall owner has not put it away, and you have not taken it away, little brother, it can be said that it is an ownerless thing. Without waiting for Yang Yuanhao to speak, he turned to look at the stall owner and pointed at Yang Yuanhao, and said, "I don't know this little brother, what is the bid?" ”

"Five hundred dollars." The stall owner has a sense of watching a good show.

"I'll give a thousand, I don't know how?" He looked at Yang Yuanhao again, with a provocative tone, extremely arrogant.

"Hehe, I only know the yuan, not the others." The stall owner's words completely hooked Yang Yuanhao's anger. This kind of money slave deserves to die.

"According to Your Excellency's words, you have to rob it!" Yang Yuanhao's tone made people feel as cold as falling into an ice cellar.

"Words, why say so displeased. The meaning of the stall owner is very clear, the highest price wins. The boy was still smiling.

"Whoosh", before the words were finished, a cold light hit the young man in green shirts, and when he looked closely, it was a dagger, piercing his heart. The arrogance of teenagers does not come out of thin air, but has certain means. Just as the swift dagger was about to stab, the young man turned sideways, avoiding the vital point, but still cut his arm, and blood flowed. This scene made the young man in green shirt stunned, how could it be? I couldn't feel his breath fluctuating at all......

Yang Yuanhao put away the dagger and the bead, and with a move on his slender palm, a money bag flew and landed in the palm of his hand, which was the yuan he had paid before.

"The price, he paid." He put away the money bag, said coldly, and left without looking back.

"Young master, are you okay?" The little guy who came with the young man, seeing the blood flowing from his arm, was busy taking out a bottle of medicinal powder and sprinkling it on the wound of the young man in green shirt.

"Go, check it out for me, find out the details of this kid. No one has ever been able to hurt me Guo Lin......" The young man's face was hideous, his eyes were blood-red staring at the direction Yang Yuanhao left, his palms lit up with a blue light, and the folding fan in his hand turned into powder with a "bang".