A few days have passed, and Qingyang's head has become two big, and the circuit above this sword vein is incomprehensible to Qingyang.

"If you want to create a sword vein out of nothing, you must comprehend the sword intent, it's just that this sword intent is too ethereal for me, after all, my attachment to the sword has not reached the level of obsession. Qingyang thought about it for a long time, and finally came to such a guess, sword intent, sword intent, Qing ** is not attached to the sword, so he can't contact that sword intent at all.

"Hey, it seems that this sword vein has to be let go first, I originally thought that this sword vein should also be quite easy to cultivate. It seems that I am too naïve, after all, this sword vein is in the mille-feuille stone, and there is no light and shadow guidance. Qingyang sighed lightly.

However, speaking of this light and shadow guidance, Qingyang has not gained nothing in the past few days, because of the guidance of that light and shadow, Qingyang's comprehension of the lion sky dragon and tiger roar is also improving day by day, although every time he is abused very badly, the seven orifices are bleeding out. But Qingyang was still very happy, because he felt that if he was given a few more days, he would definitely be able to cultivate this lion sky dragon and tiger roaring well.

Time flies like flowing water, and a few days have passed, and now it is the season of spring flowers, and the day of thousands of flowers is gradually coming, indicating that the prosperous market is about to enter the lively rhythm.

And at this moment, Qingyang is still in the mountains and forests, at this moment he already has some stubble crawling all over his face, plus that cyan robe, almost everyone who sees him will probably think that he is a down-and-out scholar.

However, Qingyang's face at the moment did not have a depressed look at all, and there was only a flash of essence in his eyes, sometimes bright.

I saw Qingyang's big mouth, and he inhaled violently, and his stomach seemed to bulge slightly at this moment, although his inhalation sound was not as muffled as light and shadow, but the qi he inhaled into his stomach was also very much. After so many days of cultivation, this inhalation is a very important thing.

After inhaling, he controlled the breath in his body, combined the breath in the dantian with the royal qi, and poured out from his chest in a wonderful way of operation.

These days, with the light and shadow, imitating the roar of the dragon, tiger and lion, Qingyang's throat is a little uncomfortable, but the cultivation effect is still there.

"Ahh

"The lion sky dragon and tiger roar!"

With a clear roar from Qingyang, a faint ripple surged out from Qingyang's mouth, and the momentum was terrifying, with the meaning of a fierce lion roar, a dragon and a tiger roaring, and spread along the ripples.

Boom!

An eagle that happened to fly over the forest fell in a straight line as if it had been hit.

It's really sad, and I accidentally entered the range of Qingyang's sonic attack.

Although Qingyang is not like light and shadow, making sound waves concrete, it has the shadow of a dragon and a tiger, and the shape of a wild lion. But its power is still not to be underestimated, this kind of liliang, if it encounters a strong person in the Chong Belt Realm, it can directly shock it on the spot, in other words, with the strength of Qingyang now, it is almost impossible for an ordinary Chong Belt Realm cultivator to have any fatal impact on him.

His opponent is the powerhouse of the Heavenly Trench Realm-Ren Du Realm!

"Although such a lion sky dragon and tiger roar is not a great achievement, it can be regarded as satisfying. It's the middle of spring, and it's time to get ready to go back. Qingyang looked at the exit of the mountains and forests, where there were people who Qingyang thought about and slept day and night.

"The two-year appointment, I don't know how you are now?" Qingyang remembered the lovely appearance of the previous child, and a smile slowly surged up.

"I miss you so much, Mu Li, it's finally time to meet"

Qingyang made up his mind, took a deep breath, and slowly walked towards the exit that was close at hand.

It's just that every step seems so heavy, and Rao is now Qingyang's powerful cultivation, and it is very difficult to take a step. This may have nothing to do with cultivation, it has something to do with a feeling.

Qingyang stopped his heavy footsteps, and at this moment, the closer he got to his hometown, the more he felt that his breathing was uncomfortable.

Suddenly, he remembered a poem that the storyteller once taught:

The Lingwaiyin book is broken, and the winter repeats the spring.

The hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone.

This kind of affection turned out to be homesickness. He had been away from his hometown for too long, and he didn't dare to inquire about anything, and for some reason the closer he got to home, the more nervous he became. There are thousands of expectations in my heart, but I am afraid that all this is just my own reverie, I am no longer the Qingyang I used to be, and the town of Luoluo is still no different from before.

The closer he got to the exit, the more Qingyang could see the crowds of people coming and going around him, although there were different expressions on the faces of those people, but one thing was the same, that is, anger.

Yes, breath of life. Qingyang hasn't felt such a breath of life for a long time, in the shijie of the cultivator, there is only endless competition and killing, and the survival of the fittest has made the cultivators gradually move away from ordinary life, I don't know if it's sad or happy. But at this moment, Qingyang is feeling sad, he used to just want to find a haode job, get rid of the status of a slave, and then find a girl he likes, and live a dull life.

But what pushed him onto the road he is on? This road is full of what makes De Qingyang move forward without hesitation, what does it mean to move forward, and what does it mean to move forward, and to stay away from the people and things that have given you warmth. Looking back many years later, it seems that there is nothing left but the footprints of progress, nothing at all.

Qingyang's face began to turn a little pale, and he became more and more afraid.

Obviously, the door was in front of him, and it was just a few steps, but Qingyang still stopped in place, without any movement. The sweat on his face soaked the hem of his clothes, but he didn't notice it.

The people who came out of the town were bustling, they looked at a young man who was incompatible with them with strange eyes, this person was a little strange, the messy black scum, and the vicissitudes of life, made everyone stay away from him, this strange down-and-out scholar, it is better not to approach.

Qingyang looked at these reactioning pedestrians, opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but when he mentioned the words in his throat, he couldn't say anything, as if he was choked, so painful, so uncomfortable!

weishenme！weishenme！

In the end weishenme!

Qingyang only felt a sour nose welling up, and directly choked on his eyes. Obviously, among the pedestrians before, there was a person who knew Qingyang.

He is Uncle Zeng, when he was a child, Qingyang went to carry the burden for him, why doesn't he remember himself now? Could it really be that he has changed?

Have you changed? Qingyang subconsciously touched his messy scum, and for a moment, smiled bitterly.

If my father and mother saw my appearance, and if Mu Li saw my appearance, what would they think?

Qingyang shook his head vigorously, forcing his head not to think about it anymore!

He is a king cultivator! And he is already standing in the ranks of the real powerhouses in the Nanyan Continent, how can he have such an inferiority complex! How can he have such a cowardly mentality! Go home, you must go home!

Qingyang took a deep breath, and the pain and dazedness in his eyes gradually receded, replaced by a sharp essence light, and under the scan of that essence light, no one around him dared to look directly at him.

Striding away, Dusk Town, I, Qingyang, are back!

(P: It's finally back, I've been tossing for so long, and I'm even more timid about my hometown, I think it should be something that many people can experience, and I won't mention it here.) How I want to roar for Qingyang, I've been fighting for so long, and I can be regarded as returning home!Ah!Come on, the recommendation ticket is blowing up, the outbreak is coming, the climax is coming, let's make our outbreak more violent!)