In a restaurant facing the street near the city gate, Yang Yong stood on the second floor, leaning on the railing and looking anxiously.

"How's it going, how's it going?"

Yang Yong was sweating profusely and urged again and again.

He's been waiting here for a day, and those bastards of Zhou Mad set off in the morning, and they haven't heard back yet.

"Did it fail?"

Yang Yong couldn't help but think, but he quickly vetoed it.

Zhou Mad is not an ordinary ruthless character, with so many people, even the person who breathes eight stages has been settled early, let alone a Yang Ji.

He didn't believe that Yang Ji would have the strength to breathe eight stages, which was simply a fantasy.

"Did something happen?"

Yang Yong couldn't help but be suspicious in his heart, could it be that Zhou Mad lost it, or they were too careless and were discovered by Yang Ji in advance and slipped away, otherwise, these Wang Badan didn't want to do anything after receiving their own money?

"If Zhou Madant, the king of Badan, dares to accept Lao Tzu's money and do nothing, Lao Tzu will make his death ugly. ”

Yang Yong couldn't help but say fiercely.

He now became more and more suspicious of whether Zhou Mad felt that this matter was too risky, so he took the money and ran away. If that's the case...... , Although he can't help Zhou Mad , with the help of the strength of the Yang clan, it is not like crushing an ant to death.

"It's coming, it's coming. Yellow Tiger is back!"

Suddenly, a sound of surprise sounded in my ears.

Yang Yong tried his best to look into the distance, and sure enough, he saw Huang Hu walking quickly towards here with his head down.

"How's it going, what's going on? Is Yang Ji dead? ”

As soon as Huang Hu went upstairs, Yang Yong immediately couldn't help but say, his eyes were full of anticipation.

In order to breathe this out, he came here with his injuries and covered the entire second floor. Now that it's finally time to harvest, Yang Yong can't even help but tremble with excitement.

Huang Hu's face was gloomy, looking at Yang Yong with an excited face, and he suddenly didn't know what to do.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Yong saw Huang Hu's expression, faintly sensed something, and his face instantly became gloomy.

"Yang Ji...... Yang Ji came back from the mountain. ”

Huang Hu said seriously.

"What?, he's not dead?!"

Yang Yong's pupils widened instantly, and his whole person was like being struck by lightning, and his face was full of incredulity.

Yang Ji is back...... , he actually came back, which is the worst case scenario of all endings. Is he alert, if he doesn't go out of the city gate in the future, how can he deal with him?

Many thoughts flashed through Yang Yong's mind in an instant.

"Zhou Mad, this Wang Badan, took Lao Tzu's money, and dared not to do anything!"

Yang Yong reacted instantly and cursed sharply.

More than a dozen people have no reason to deal with one person, and the only explanation is that Zhou was cowardly, scared, and ran away with his money.

Huang Hu was silent, looking at Yang Yong, who was thunderous, and suddenly felt a little unbearable in his heart. He hoped that what Yang Yong said was true, it was really Zhou Crazy who took the money and ran away, but ......

"Zhou mad, Zhou mad, he's dead...... Killed by Yang Ji ......"

Huang Hu swallowed his saliva and whispered with difficulty.

Bang!

A bolt from the blue!

Yang Yong seemed to have been hit by a thunderbolt, his mouth was wide open, his body was stiff, and his face was incredible.

He's dead?

How can it be!

At this moment, all the anger dissipated, and Yang Yong was shocked by the news and couldn't breathe. The voice of the yellow tiger continued to come from his ears, ethereal:

"It's not just Zhou Mad , but his subordinates are also injured. They made careful preparations and ambushed Yang Ji at the place where he descended the mountain, but they were all defeated by him alone. Now, they are preparing to leave Pyongcheon County. ”

"In addition, they told you to be careful, saying that Yang Ji is at least a seventh-stage cultivator who breathes......"

Huang Hu said in a deep voice.

“！！！”

What Huang Hu said later, Yang Yong didn't hear it. His face turned pale, and circles of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"How is that possible...... How is it possible? A dozen good players can't beat one person together? How can Yang Ji be so powerful? How can he be so powerful?"

At this moment, Yang Yong's eyes widened, as if he was in the deepest nightmare.

He always thought that Zhou Mad would not do anything with his money, but he didn't expect that more than a dozen people joined forces to besiege and failed.

"Zhou Mad is dead! When did he actually use such ruthless methods? If they can't deal with Yang Ji, then why should I confront him! What if he knows that Zhou Mad is instigated by me? He even dares to kill Zhou Mad , will he dare to kill me? - No, no...... He couldn't have known that I had instructed him. But what if......"

Yang Yong was drenched in cold sweat, and suddenly felt a great fear. As if knowing the horror in his heart, a figure flashed at the city gate.

Thundered!

Yang Yong was shaken all over, his eyes were full of fear, and he staggered and didn't know how many tables and chairs he had knocked over and fell to the ground.

"Young master, young master...... What's wrong with you?"

Huang Hu and the others were shocked.

Yang Yong didn't say a word, and rushed to the position of the guardrail like crazy. However, Yang Ji has disappeared.

That night, Yang Yong fell ill.

Early the next morning, Yang Yong took a large number of guards and left the Yang clan overnight, saying that he was going to visit a distant relative of his mother's clan.

No one knew what was going on, Yang Yong didn't say anything, not even the eldest lady.

After Yang Ji learned the news, he just smiled and didn't care.

Yang Yong is just a small person, and it is not worth his energy at all.

............

As time passed, Yang Ji would go up the mountain every day to practice, and then before going down the mountain, he would give some prey to the crown snake.

Before you know it, it is the beginning of the year, after Chinese New Year's Eve, the weather is cold, a heavy snow is overwhelming, and the entire Pingchuan County is wrapped in silver makeup, a snow country scene.

Crunch!

The window of the firewood room was pushed open, and Yang Ji poked his head out of it.

"I don't know what happened to that little snake. ”

Yang Ji let out a mouthful of frost, and suddenly had a thought.

Snakes are cold-blooded animals, and their blood does not flow in winter, so they will burrow into the ground to hibernate.

It was fine before, but now, the temperature has dropped sharply during a heavy snowfall, which is extremely dangerous for snakes that are exposed to the surface.

Thinking of the crown snake that was pressed by the boulder, Yang Ji suddenly felt a little worried in his heart.

"Uncle Liang, I'll go out first. ”

Thinking of it, Yang Ji explained to Uncle Liang, and then took a padded jacket and hurriedly left the house.

The mountains were silvery white, with thick snow everywhere on the branches, leaves, and ground. All the way on, the snow was knee-high.

In front of the big rock, Yang Ji finally saw the crown king snake.

"This ......"

Seeing the active shadow under the snow-capped rock, Yang Ji was speechless.

The snowfall didn't seem to have any effect on the crown snake, it was still in good spirits and looked a little better than it was yesterday.

"Incredible. ”

Yang Ji was amazed, with a look of surprise.

Hibernation is a common trait of snakes, but this snake doesn't look like the rest of the snakes.

Under the big rock, the crown snake looked at Yang Ji with a familiar expression, and there was no longer the strong hostility that it had before. I don't know if it was the prey that Yang Ji brought to it every day that worked, its injuries seemed to be getting better day by day, but the arrows left by Lu Ling on its body were still hanging there.

"Little snake, little snake, although it seems that I am thinking too much, but this is also a little bit of my heart, I hope it can help you a little. ”

Yang Ji walked five steps away from the snake, and then threw a cotton robe he brought with him in the air, gently covering the body of the crown young snake.

Five steps, this is the limit that the crown king snake allows Yang Ji to approach, and further back, the crown king snake's instinct to resist the alien still prevails. Yang Ji didn't dare to take this risk.

After doing this, Yang Ji hit a blood-soaked rabbit nearby and threw it at the feet of the crown snake, then he clapped his hands with satisfaction and went down the mountain to leave.

During the whole process, the crown snake kept watching Yang Ji busy in a daze, and no one knew what it was thinking. For a long time, until Yang Ji's back disappeared at the edge of the forest, it slowly bent down, ignoring the rabbit in its mouth, but lying motionless in the "new nest of cotton jackets" that Yang Ji made for it.

In a trance, something hard seemed to melt in the eyes of the crown snake, and its gaze was no longer so sharp, but something else, becoming softer and softer.

......

Returning from the mountain, Yang Ji did not immediately return to the firewood house, but quietly made a big circle and arrived at the mansion within the Yang clan.

In normal times here, it is difficult for Yang Ji to come in. But now, the weather is freezing and the snow is abundant, and even the servants are rarely seen on the road, let alone the guards.

"It's here. ”

Yang Ji hid in the corner of a house, poked his head cautiously, and looked intently into the distance.

There was a white jade slab square about 500 steps square, which was crowded with people, divided into several areas, and groups of children of the Yang clan were practicing their skills.

These people all have slender qi veins, and their breathing is stronger than Yang Ji's, and they are all masters of eight or nine stages or above.

The sky was snowing heavily, and the sky was freezing cold, but these people were unconscious, and their bodies were steaming white, as if they had just been fished out of hot soup.

There are even many people who practice boxing in the cold wind with their topless bodies.

"Listen up, liliang is as indispensable as moves. Standing piles and practicing boxing are to increase liliang, it is to practice internal skills, and the moves are martial arts, and if you practice both well, that is martial arts. Otherwise, it is empty, no matter how strong Liliang is, he will not be able to exert his real strength......"

At the edge of the square, a white-clothed disciple with a powerful aura walked back and forth, the whip in his hand crackling. His voice was loud and full of energy, and there was a faint red light flowing under his skin, and he was a "martial artist" of the martial arts realm.

In the square, if anyone dared to slack off, this "warrior" immediately whipped down.

Yang Ji recognized that the person was called "Yang Meng", one of the five tigers of the Yang family, who broke the shackles at a young age and broke through to the martial arts realm.

He is one of the most prestigious and talented children of the younger generation of the Yang clan.

"That's amazing!"

Yang Ji's eyes were blazing and he was focused.

No one knew that he was here to learn martial arts.

The "martial arts training ground" was easily unapproachable, but this heavy snow provided him with an opportunity.

A few days ago, in the battle with Zhou Mad and others, after seeing Zhao Liang and Wen Meng's moves, Yang Ji had the idea of learning martial arts. It's just that with his status in the clan, he can't easily get close to there until this heavy snowfall.

In the past few days, Yang Ji has been familiar with the environment here, as well as the situation in the practice ground. But now, I can finally decide on the martial arts I want to learn.

The Yang clan is the big clan of Pingxian Chuan, and there are many martial arts in the clan, and everyone learns different martial arts according to their talents and preferences.

"Galloping Horse Martial Arts, Golden Rooster Martial Arts, Chai Cat Martial Arts, Violent Bear Martial Arts, Oolong Martial Arts...... Too much. It's useless to learn low martial arts, and high martial arts can't be learned with the number of breaths I have......"

Yang Ji's thoughts were racing, his eyes swept over the practice arena one by one, and he quickly froze on an area in the lower right corner of the martial arts training ground:

“...... White Snake Martial Arts!

"White Snake Martial Arts" is a second-grade martial art, which pays the most attention to the exquisiteness and liveliness of the body, and contains the body shape and body method in it, which is the best way to deal with the crowd tactics of Zhou Madness.

However, Yang Ji didn't choose this martial art just because of this, but-

"The crown snake!"

Yang Ji subconsciously remembered the crown snake that was crushed under the boulder.

The martial arts of the Yang clan are all "pictographic martial arts", which are created and handed down by martial artists who study the animal life, habits, and movements in nature.

Yang Ji lacked the mental method of learning those martial arts, so he could only trace back to the source, and make up for it by learning the animals that he could come into contact with around him and studying their strength skills.

And the "crown snake" is the animal that Yang Ji can think of the most contact with around him.

"The white snake martial arts are divided into white snake grass, white snake spitting letters, and white snake climbing trees......"

In the distance, a Yang disciple was explaining the importance of the "White Snake Martial Technique", and Yang Ji immediately restrained his breathing, concentrated on it, and recorded everything he saw in his mind.

......