Yang Mingyang closed his eyes and waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the black strange bird to attack him. He opened his eyes in wonder, only to see that the black strange bird that had just been menacing had disappeared.

"I have changed my mind for the time being, leaving you with a life, you tell me all the wood attribute techniques you know, you have many Fengyunmen techniques, there must be one suitable for my cultivation, and when I am in a good mood, maybe I will let you go." Gong Cheng's villainous appearance made people hate to give him a punch.

"You don't have to think about it, I have a rule in Fengyunmen, all the tricks are not allowed to be passed on, not to mention, even if it can be passed on, I won't tell you about this ungrateful traitor. Yang Mingyang said lightly.

"When the time comes, I will naturally have a way to let you say it!" Gong Cheng smiled gloomily, and then raised the green wooden staff in his hand, and a stream of green mist floated towards Yang Mingyang, and soon shrouded Yang Mingyang in the middle, making Yang Mingyang suddenly feel that the world was spinning, and he fainted to the ground after a while.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Mingyang woke up from his coma and found himself in a hut, looking up, this hut was all made of wood, judging from the smell wafting in the air, this should be a small cabin in the forest.

Wasn't he on the mountain road? How did he come to this cabin in the forest? All this made Yang Mingyang feel very confused, he stretched his somewhat numb waist, and tried to stand up, but found that he was chained. Looking around, I saw that I was wrapped in iron chains and tied to a huge wooden pillar.

Yang Mingyang mustered up his strength and wanted to break the iron chain on his hands and feet, but the thumb-thick iron chain was extremely strong, and he didn't break it with a lot of effort, so he had to give up in despair.

At this time, the door of the cabin suddenly opened, and a man in white walked in slowly, with a smug smile on his face: "My alliance leader, don't bother with it, if you can use spiritual power, of course this chain is not your problem, but now, you don't want to break it!"

This man in white is Gong Cheng, at this time he was holding a large roll of silk cloth and a charcoal pen in his hand, put it in front of Yang Mingyang, and said with a smile: "Alliance leader, your subordinates know that your meridians are broken now, and you can't mobilize the spiritual power in your body, so you have specially prepared these things for you, you see how considerate your subordinates are to understand you, so you can obediently write all the spells and formulas you know on this!"

"I've already said that I won't write, you die of this heart!" Yang Mingyang said lightly.

"Alliance leader, why do you admit death like this? You are now a mortal whose meridians have been broken and can no longer cultivate, you write to me, find a small mountain village, and spend the rest of your life in the rest of your life, how can the people of Fengyunmen find you?" Gong Cheng pretended to be kind to persuade him, but Yang Mingyang ignored him.

Seeing this situation, Gong Cheng's face finally turned hideous, and he roared fiercely: "Don't toast and don't eat and drink, give you a day to think about it, either help me write, or let me cut off the flesh on your body piece by piece, so that you can leave this world in the most painful way to die." With that, he snorted and turned away.

On the day after that, Yang Mingyang stayed alone in the cabin, quietly looking out the window, and the scenes of decades of experience in his life appeared in his mind.

In the early morning of the second day, Gong Cheng came to the cabin early, came directly to Yang Mingyang, raised a short sword, and said fiercely: "Have you thought about it, either write it, or I'll send you on your way!"

"Okay! I'll write it to you, but you also know that my meridians are broken now, and not only am I unable to mobilize the spiritual power in my body, but my body is also extremely weak, and it takes a long time to do this. Yang Mingyang apparently fought fiercely on this day, and finally succumbed to the fear of death, and said weakly at this time.

"That's right, my husband can bend and stretch, so I just need to retreat, give you a month, and I'll get it after a month. Seeing that Yang Mingyang agreed to his request, Gong Cheng was overjoyed, as if he had seen the scene of his cultivation to the late stage of Qi refining, and even the success of foundation building, he immediately said with a smile on his face.

Gong Cheng was still trustworthy, and for a month, he never came to disturb Yang Mingyang again. Yang Mingyang tried many times to break the chain, but the chain was obviously not made of ordinary iron, and he tried many ways but failed to succeed, so he had to choose to give up.

Time flies, and a month has passed in a blink of an eye. During the month, he rested for a day, and then began to write slowly on the silk cloth, and when he was tired of writing, he lay down to rest. Just like that, I stopped writing, and after a month, a large roll of silk cloth that Gong Cheng brought was full of words.

On this day, there was movement outside the cabin, and after a while, Gong Cheng pushed the door in. With a smile on his face, it seems that he has gained a lot from this month's retreat. As soon as Gong Cheng entered the house, he saw the silk cloth thrown on the ground, and the silk cloth was densely written with words the size of a rope head, and he couldn't help but feel ecstasy, and hurriedly picked up the silk cloth and looked at it.

"'Wood Spirit Sutra', 'Green Spirit Technique', 'Ten Thousand Vine Technique'......" Gong Cheng looked at a few pages, and saw that several of them were well-known spells and spells of Fengyunmen, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and said to Yang Mingyang excitedly: "Great, I'll go to practice immediately, if there is no problem with these spells, I'll let you go immediately!" When he said the last two words, Gong Cheng's language technique was a little slow, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, Yang Mingyang saw all this in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

Gong Cheng quickly left with the silk cloth, and for half a month after that, he never appeared, obviously going to retreat and practice the newly acquired spells and spells again. Yang Mingyang got a rare free time, during which he tried many times to break free from the chains or use his spiritual power, but still unsuccessfully, in desperation, he could only stay in the cabin and quietly watch the days pass.

On this day, there were suddenly several miserable screams outside the cabin, Yang Mingyang heard this voice, and a smile flashed on his expressionless face for many days, and Yang Mingyang had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

It turned out that when Gong Cheng asked for the spell trick that day, Yang Mingyang deliberately pretended to be unwilling at first, and then was forced to agree under duress, the purpose was to make Gong Cheng believe in the authenticity of the spell and spell. In fact, when Yang Mingyang wrote the spell formula, he deliberately wrote eight layers of truth and two layers of falsehood.

The real part can gain Gong Cheng's trust, while the false two layers can make the cultivator be eaten by spiritual power, thus causing the monk to go mad, and the monk who goes mad will be seriously injured at least and lose his life at worst. Hearing the screams outside, Yang Mingyang felt a burst of joy in his heart, he knew that his plan was successful, and if Gong Cheng died, he would have a lot of time to get out of trouble or wait for rescue.

After a while, the outside gradually regained its tranquility, and just when Yang Mingyang thought that Gong Cheng was dead, the wooden door was suddenly knocked open, and Gong Cheng, who was covered in blood, stumbled in. Seeing this scene, Yang Mingyang couldn't help but sigh in his heart, planning is in the sky, Gong Cheng is not dead, it seems that he is in a catastrophe.

"You dare to lie to me, it seems that you are really impatient. Gong Cheng looked at Yang Mingyang, and his eyes were very frightening. When he got the tricks and spells given by Yang Mingyang that day, he was also worried that Yang Mingyang would trap him, so he first chose the inconsequential "Ten Thousand Vines Technique" to cultivate, and it only took a few days to successfully cultivate the first layer of this spell, and after trying it, the power was quite good.

With a big set of minds in his heart, Gong Cheng began to cultivate the wood attribute exercise "Wood Spirit Sutra", and after trying it, he found that this exercise was much better than his previous exercises, and the growth rate of the wood spirit power in his body during cultivation was nearly twice as fast as before. Overjoyed, he decided to give up the exercises he had practiced before and concentrate on cultivating this "Wood Spirit Sutra", but after a few days, he suddenly felt that something was wrong and quickly stopped cultivating.

Gong Cheng is also a decisive person, as soon as he discovers something abnormal, he immediately stops cultivating, and if he hesitates for a moment, he will go into a rage and die. Even if he went into a slight frenzy now, he ended up seriously injured.

"It's a pity, it's a pity that you didn't want the life of your despicable villain!" Yang Mingyang said with a sigh.

"Okay!good!Okay!I'm going to cut off the flesh on your body one by one!" At this time, Gong Cheng looked very hideous, he walked viciously in front of Yang Mingyang with a short sword, pulled up his ears, raised his short sword and slashed it with a swing.