"That brute, what a big dog! Something like a dog dares to beat me like this!"

Xuanjian Sect, after Steward Zhao woke up, his whole person was like an angry rooster, and he kept screaming in his throat.

Several of the servants who wanted to take care of him were kicked alive and vomited blood, and only after he was exhausted from tossing and turning did he lie on the bed and snort in pain.

At this moment, his injuries were really miserable, his arms were broken by Bai Yang, not to mention, his ribs were broken, and even his breathing would be unbearable. He wanted to roll over and get out of bed several times, but he didn't dare to make any movement because of the pain, and his face couldn't help but be full of resentment.

Of course, his nose was also knocked down by Bai Yang, and making a resentful expression made him even more painful.

In this way, his hatred for Bai Yang became stronger and stronger!

"Dog mongrel, little beast, I must kill you! Not only you, but I also want to make Old Man Liu, the old immortal, pay the price!" Thinking of this, Steward Zhao could no longer hold back his hatred, endured the severe pain, and rushed out of the door in three or two steps, rushing towards his cousin's residence.

As an elder of the Xuanjian Sect, and in an important position like the leader of the torture hall, the place where Elder Zhao Han and Zhao lived was considered one of the more privileged places in the sect. Even, the towering mountain peak is his private own, the whole mountain peak is ten thousand feet high, the top of the mountain is full of smoke and clouds all the year round, and only a black building full of killing atmosphere can be faintly seen standing proudly on the top of the mountain.

Zhao Han entered the Xuanjian Sect at the age of ten, became an inner disciple at the age of twenty, and spent another ten years, breaking through the [Gangqi Realm] at the age of thirty, reaching the [Dingyuan Realm], becoming a deacon of the sect, and finally at the age of sixty, he entered the [Diyuan Realm] and became an elder, taking charge of the life and death power of the disciples in the sect.

Every master of the [Earth Yuan Realm] is a powerful force within the sect to deter the outside world. Even the head of the Xuanjian Sect was only the peak of the tenth stage of the Earth Yuan Realm, and it was still far from the mysterious [Tian Yuan Realm].

In other words, in this continent, the Earth Yuan Realm is already a rare master, so it is not difficult to imagine why Steward Zhao is arrogant and domineering. Because his cousin is Zhao Han, a master of the Earth Yuan Realm, and also an elder of the sect, he has brilliant authority.

Seeing that Steward Zhao had worked hard to come to the black building, he swallowed his saliva, looked up at the cold door that was like a dark iron cast, and said in a trembling voice: "Nephew Zhao Fei, please see uncle!"

Before the words fell, Steward Zhao hurriedly buried his head, and the whole person quickly knelt down, his forehead fell heavily to the ground, and he didn't dare to come out.

Not long has passed, but Steward Zhao feels like half a life has passed. The cold air around him made him uncomfortable, and he didn't dare to scream when he was so irritated by the wound that he didn't want to anger his powerful uncle.

And he was the only one around, with a heavy and rapid gasp, and he didn't react for a long time.

I don't know how long it has been, but the cold black gate slowly opened, silently, like the mouth of a giant beast. However, this is an incomparable glory for Steward Zhao!

For his distant cousin, who is not related to him by blood, Steward Zhao is full of awe in his heart, but every time he comes, the door in front of him has never been opened. Only the voice with a faint and cold aura came from the main hall, conveying the will without emotion.

Come to think of it, he hasn't seen his distant cousin in person for more than ten years.

"It seems that I stood on Murong Zhen's side this time and was appreciated by my uncle!" Steward Zhao thought for a moment, then got up and walked in with joy.

Entering the building, the vision in front of me immediately brightened, and a pitch-black carpet stretched continuously, dozens of feet near, connecting to the tall stone staircase at the end of the line of sight.

Steward Zhao raised his eyes and looked at the top of the stone steps, the back of the man in a wide black robe, he didn't dare to climb the stone steps, but just knelt down at the bottom and cried bitterly: "Uncle, you have to make the decision for your nephew!"

"Put away your tears and don't stain my place. Zhao Han turned around slowly, his head was full of snow-white hair, showing that he was already in his twilight years, but the appearance that looked only middle-aged gave people a sense of crane hair and childish face.

Once the cultivation reaches the Dingyuan realm, the lifespan can break through the boundaries of mortals and extend to two hundred years old, and the appearance can delay aging. As for the masters of the Earth Yuan Realm, although they are not as immortal as the legend, it is difficult to tell their true age from their appearance.

Now Zhao Han is over seventy years old, but he still looks like a middle-aged man, with a murderous aura between his eyebrows, and his majesty is revealed.

Zhao Han stood with his hands in his hands, as if he was integrated with the entire building, and could disappear into the shadows at any time, but no one could ignore him standing there.

He stared at Steward Zhao's broken arm and said disdainfully: "Although you are a waste, you also have the cultivation of the fifth stage of battle qi, how can you be injured to such an extent?"

When Steward Zhao heard this, tears and snot flowed, and he hurriedly added fuel and vinegar to tell Bai Yang about hurting himself, and said how he helped Murong Zhen to raise money, as well as the kitchen steward Uncle Liu's obstruction one by one.

Zhao Han listened quietly, with a sneer on his face, "A steward in the back kitchen, an outer disciple of the seventh stage of battle qi, made you like this? ”

Steward Zhao knelt on the ground and didn't dare to say anything.

"The Murong family and my Xuanjian Sect have business dealings every year, and the head of the Murong family has some personal relations with me. Although it is strictly forbidden to have external assistance this time, for Murong Zhen, he can still help. Zhao Han made a decision in one sentence, "As for the kitchen manager, he will be charged with a crime and driven down the mountain." The white yang in your mouth, after the sect Dabi, you will deal with it. With that, Zhao Han flicked his fingers, and the power of the earth element in his body condensed into a drop of black water, and flew out with murderous energy, drilling into the eyebrows of Steward Zhao.

Steward Zhao exclaimed 'ah', and then felt that this power of the earth element flowed along the meridians to his arms, and the arms that were broken by Bai Yang actually recovered instantly, and the injuries in his body were also healed, and even the battle qi cultivation was improved!

He hurriedly kowtowed and said, "Uncle Xie's reward!"

Zhao Han squinted, turned his back and stopped looking at him, but said lightly: "No matter how wasteful you are, you are all my Zhao Han's subordinates, that kind of ant-like garbage is not worth my shot, but I want you to tell them that it always depends on the owner to beat the dog!"

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"There are only a few of them, and they have just passed the ripening period, and it seems that this treasure house has almost been cultivated. ”

After three days, Bai Yang finally picked up one spiritual heart grass within this radius, counting the previous findings, five spiritual heart grasses had already fallen into his pocket.

If these five spiritual heart grasses were properly refined, it would be no problem to refine at least seven or eight Enlightenment Pills. However, Bai Yang didn't have such a method of refining medicine, and he didn't think about that, so he pinched the spiritual heart grass in his hand and took it directly.

The Spirit Heart Grass melted in the mouth, turned into pure medicinal power, and drilled into the limbs and bones of Baiyang. Bai Yang immediately snorted, exuding a large amount of sweat and impurities all over his body, and at the same time running the Qi line of the Great Xuangong of Dreaming to refine the medicinal power, the battle qi in his body was like injecting a stream of fresh blood, and it increased by one-third visibly with the naked eye.

However, this medicinal power still exists, Bai Yang estimated that if all these medicinal powers were refined, it would be no problem to provide him with about one percent of the battle qi.

After about half a pillar of incense, Bai Yang refined all the medicinal power, and his eyes were full of light, "Although the method of taking violence is too rough, the power of the stars in my body is very peculiar, and there is no waste of the strong lock medicinal power, and the speed of this battle qi increase is simply staggering!"

Normally, if you take the elixir spirit grass directly, it is not as effective as refining it into an elixir.

Because the spirit grass taken directly has not been refined by special means, most of the medicinal power will be dissipated in the body, so it is a waste of medicinal power.

And most of the most primitive medicinal power is very violent, infiltrating into the body will cause irreversible dark diseases to the meridians, and taking Lingcao is to use the method of one less time, otherwise taking too much will make the body have very strong side effects.

However, Bai Yang is different from ordinary people, he has a star power in his body that has been inherited from the self-proclaimed god, although he does not know the many mysteries of this star power for the time being, for now, it can lock the medicinal power and make it gentle.

In other words, for others, it is a means of taking medicine to find death, but for Bai Yang, not only can it be used, but the effect is several times that of others, which is simply a means of cheating to improve!

Just imagine, when others are hindered by the poison, Bai Yang can improve his strength by taking spirit grass, and he is not even afraid of the slightest waste, and the benefits brought by this are a little terrifying.

However, Bai Yang himself knew that this kind of method could not really replace his own efforts, because the cultivation that was completely promoted by external objects was like an attic in the sky, the foundation was unstable, and it could collapse at any time.

What's more, he didn't have so many spiritual herbs and elixirs for himself to take, so external objects were just auxiliaries, and cultivation was the right path.

Just as Bai Yang had tidied up the other four Spirit Heart Grass and was about to continue on his way, a slight sound of footsteps suddenly sounded in the distance, making him immediately vigilant.

Now that he is at the peak of the seventh stage of battle qi, his senses have also improved a lot, and if he does it with all his strength, he can hear a sound within three hundred zhang, and within one hundred zhang can arouse his vigilance.

Those footsteps were not far from him, that is, within a hundred feet, but listening to their path, it did not seem to conflict with him, as long as he hid it, he could avoid it.

At this time, there will probably only be disciples of the Xuanjian Sect who will appear in the forest.

Bai Yang's eyes flickered, and he used his hands and feet together, hiding lightly in a giant tree.