It's not good to dig other people's graves, so a large group of people dare to do it at night, and they also follow the words "don't alarm the dragon vein" in the mustache's mouth......

The wind was also cool on this night, and when the old coffin in the pit was moved out, it was even more inexplicably loud, and the people around it trembled.

Especially the men who were in charge of dragging the coffin, they felt a cold chill coming from under the hands stroking the coffin, and they almost let go of their hands in excitement, and they fell short.

However, they didn't notice anything strange, but they just caught a cold when the night was cold, and they thought that they would just go back and drink some hot soup.

"Dig it out!"

A sweaty man ran over to Zhou Shengde and the mustache and said, the direction of his finger was the freshly unearthed coffin, "Mr. Zhou, do you want to take a look?"

"Go, go, go, what I'm looking at! You just have to move the old one!" Zhou Shengde was not sure, where to see the guy who was dug up by himself.

Waiting for them to remove the old coffin, he and the mustache walked to the edge of the earthen pit, and when they looked down, a smell of earth instantly hit his face, "Quick! Put the old lady in!"

"Okay!" the man replied, and called out to his subordinates to drag Mrs. Zhou's coffin over.

"Mother, now I have to rely on you to bless our Zhou family...... If it's really good in the future, I will burn incense and paper money for you every day, so that you can always have no worries about food and clothing......"

Mr. Zhou first cried on the coffin, posing as a filial son and grandson, and then cried and cried and asked people to bury their old mother in the pit and fill it.

A group of people sneakily did it for most of the night, and then the burial was completely done.

Zhou Shengde felt a little more comfortable in his heart, and looked at the old coffin that was not very pleasing to the eye, so he said to his subordinates: "Hurry up, dig a pit and bury the original one...... Just pick a random place in this area, don't just put it there!"

"Mr. Zhou is really benevolent and righteous...... his subordinates praised him a few words, and did what Zhou Shengde said.

This time it was not as careful as just now, and with a simple and rude fist, the old coffin was "settled" again.

It's just that when I put it down, I was too rude, and I accidentally lifted a corner of someone's coffin board, and through that gap, the stench came out with black water, and the person next to me was directly smoked and dizzy.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Who can stand the smell?" the little leader hurriedly commanded, eager to run away immediately, not wanting to be smoked by the smell again.

The others couldn't stand it either, and their movements became more rough, so they casually filled in the soil, and without stepping on it, they called it a day and went home.

"Go back and take a shower and wash all the smells of your body......" they estimated in their hearts, "Mr. Zhou was generous and helped him do this ticket, so he didn't have to worry about it at the end of this year......"

A group of people walked back happily, and no one knew that in the newly moved coffin, the full black water suddenly tumbled.

"Poof—"

Tianmu Mountain, Yang Xi's cheeks bulged, and he suddenly blew on the wooden sword in his hand.

With this breath, the wooden sword suddenly released brilliance, not like before, there was a feeling of dust, and the flow lines carved on it were also hidden, low-key and luxurious, and the whole became black, giving people a heavy feeling.

Yang Xi held the wooden sword in his hand, and poured a spiritual power into it, which made the light of the wooden sword even more generous, completely detached from the "wood", showing a state of non-gold and non-stone, and was full of brilliance under the sun.

With the sword to the ground, the direction of the wooden sword pointed from a whirlwind, and a fierce breath shot out, cutting a hole in the ground, all of a sudden, the turf and the dead leaves flew together, and the red flowers were muddy, which was very beautiful.

"Yes, in the end, it is a sword made of ironwood, which is much better than the average one. With a flick of his finger on the wooden sword, Yang Xi whistled and raised his sword again, "How about trying the spell now." ”

"Come, follow me against the opponent!" shouted to the two leopards next to him, Yang Xi took a posture and rushed straight with his sword.

The big cat decisively shook his eyes at him, bothered to pay attention to this guy who was a little uncontrollable since he was excited since the magic weapon was done, and then got up and jumped, and ran up the tree.

The clouded leopard is very interested in fighting Yang Xi - more than ten days have passed since it woke up from a coma, and the Tianxin Fruit is almost finished digesting, it is the time to feel good, even if it knows Yang Xi's ability, it still wants to tease.

Anyway, cats have almost the same problem of being idle and cheap.

The clouded leopard meowed, and pounced on Yang Xi.

Yang Xi took the sword to block it, gathered his left hand, and condensed a ball of spiritual power in the palm of his palm, and slapped it towards the head of the clouded leopard, his eyes were accurate and he was quick to start.

Eat me a trick palm thunder!

"Meow!" the clouded leopard screamed in horror with excitement, and then jumped away from Yang Xi's side in fright, the hair on his whole body stood up, like a large explosive head.

"What are you running, this is a joke for you!" Yang Xi smiled, and with another palm, a small thunderbolt gathered out, and the place he was aiming at was immediately scorched and blackened.

"It's not in vain that I've been doing my penance for more than ten days. Yang Xi looked at the stunned clouded leopard and smiled slightly.

After absorbing the benefits of the Tianxin Fruit, Yang Xi went around here a few more times, and I don't know if it was because a spiritual power eye was formed here, and the spiritual power of the entire mountain was extracted, and he didn't find anything good next to it, so Yang Lao Ghost didn't bother to run anymore, returned to the place of Tianmu Tiemu, and gave himself a magic tool with peace of mind.

After sleeping in the open for more than ten days, he barely made a rough idea of the wooden sword and the heart of the ginkgo tree.

The wooden sword is okay, the swordsman is a killing weapon, the effect is mainly reflected in the lethality, and the iron wood is a good natural material, so Yang Xi does not need to bother refining, draw the guiding runes on the iron wood, and then pour the spiritual power into it, so that the wooden sword becomes "sharp".

Now that it's done, take a knot with the rope and tie it on your back, and you can be a chic swordsman when you go out.

However, the heart of the tree is a little difficult to do, it can't be said that there is any grade difference between the two, but because the refining process of the section itself is complicated, Yang Xi is in the mountain at the moment, and the materials are a little difficult to get, so at this moment, a prototype has been refined.

But the effect is also okay, Yang Xi took the introduction and tried it, and felt that the speed could not be said to fly freely, but it was almost the same as riding the wind, and walking was like drifting at extreme speed, and he could run without a shadow...... As long as he held it, Yang Xi would be able to run out of Tianmu Mountain within a day.

As for the palm thunder that was used to tease the clouded leopard just now......

That is also the result of Yang Xi's further growth in strength.

His idea is to cultivate the thunder of heaven and earth, and most of the spells used are mainly in the form of thunder and lightning, which is more powerful than the average and has a wide range of effects, even if the spiritual power required is more than others...... With Yang Xi's current strength, at most ten thunders, he will have to rest.

"Well, it's a lot of harvest this time, and it's time to go and see other places. ”

Squatting in the small lake and taking a comfortable bath, Yang Xi grinded his body that he hadn't wiped in the past ten days because he was busy refining magic weapons, and said refreshedly.