Qian Yang had just stopped for two days when his leisurely days were interrupted, and a frantic slamming of the door woke him up from the bed.

That's right, Qian Yang was sleeping.

Cultivation is not in a hurry, Qian Yang feels that he should relax for a while before building a foundation, he always feels that the last time he went out consumed his energy, so that his brain is not very bright now. If you want to relax your mind, of course, sleeping is the only way to go.

This slamming sound made Qian Yang very unhappy. If he's not mistaken, he'd already had a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door.

"Who is so unqualified? If the people inside are cultivating, won't they be made mad by him?" Qian Yang frowned.

"Eh, how can the rhythm of slamming the door have a sense of déjà vu?" Qian Yang's mind flashed a big face that made him angry.

"Why did he come? Send a notice again?" Qian Yang suddenly smiled: "What do you do! I'm worried that I can't find a chance to deal with you, this time it's good, you dare to smash me when I hang up the sign, I won't kill you much, right?"

Qian Yang straightened his clothes and took out the locust bricks. After thinking about it for a while, he wrinkled the hem of his clothes with force, and then rubbed a few handfuls of hair with his hands, making himself look unkempt, and also used his spiritual power to suffocate his face like the buttocks of a blue-tailed monkey.

"It's done!"

After Qian Yang finished preparing, he put on an angry expression, kicked the door open, raised his eyes to make sure that it was the garbage that sent the notice that day that smashed the door, so he didn't say a word of nonsense, and slapped the monk's face heavily with the brick in his hand.

When the monk saw the door open, he opened his mouth and cursed: "You ......," but before he could say four, five, or six, he saw a huge brick running against the bridge of his nose. In a hurry, he didn't have time to release the shield, but barely raised his hand to protect his cheek.

"Click!" came a tooth-aching voice. That arm was obviously broken.

The people around couldn't help but gasp.

These people were invited to see the excitement, but they didn't want it to be completely different from what they thought. Without saying a word, he started to do it, and the kid in the room was too domineering! And behind this group of people, there was also an old monk with gray temples, and when he saw such a scene, he immediately felt the roots of his teeth numb.

Qian Yang also saw a large number of people standing far away outside his house, but he didn't care at all, what happened when I got angry!

The brick he had just now had enough spiritual power, and he planned to directly slap the person in front of the door with a full face, but he didn't want the garbage to react quite quickly, so he stretched out his arm to block it.

"What do you say? You dare to block me if I beat you?" Qian Yang got angry: "If you block me, I won't beat you?"

Qian Yang was not used to his problems at all, and silently recited "energy explosion". A block of physical strength was poured into the locust bricks in an instant.

The light of the locust bricks flickered, and the incomparable force fell heavily on the arm of the man in front of the door. There is no doubt that his arm is not as hard as the locust brick, and it really breaks at the touch of a button.

"Ah!" the monk let out a terrible howl, and his right hand hung limply to the side.

Qian Yang held his breath for several days, this time he would not give up easily, and another brick slapped on the monk's face. Since it was a slap in the face, Qian Yang didn't add physical strength, and it wouldn't be fun if he was stunned.

However, the spiritual power alone is not something that the soft face can resist, and this time, the blood is splashed.

"Oh!" the monk subconsciously took out his intact left hand and covered his bloody nose, but then there was a sharp pain in his left arm.

The left arm was also broken.

Not only was there a little less on his face, but the monk also took advantage of this opportunity to hurriedly raise his shield.

"If you use the shield, I won't hit you?" Qian Yang gritted his teeth, and his three-grid physical strength rushed into the green locust brick.

"Bang!" shattered with a single blow, and the shield turned into a dot of starlight.

Qian Yang's fierce aura spread out in all directions, startling the people around and retreating in a hurry.

Qian Yang was addicted to acting, squinting his eyes and looking around for a week, so frightened that several timid legs and stomachs were trembling. How had they ever seen this? A monk of the eighth level of Qi refining was violently slashed with bricks like a street thug, and he couldn't even carry the shield, they could never have dreamed of such a scene.

Seeing that his acting skills were affirmed, Qian Yang was even more unforgiving. He rounded his arm, brick after brick, and rolled the man on the ground until he heard the man's mouth whining as if begging for mercy, and then he shook his arm and stopped.

"Do you see the sign in front of the door?" Qian Yang asked coldly.

The man on the ground raised his eyes to look at Qian Yang with fear and nodded hurriedly.

"Then you still dare to slam the door?" Qian Yang rolled up his sleeves and made a gesture to hit again.

The man quickly shook his head.

"Can't see such a big brand?" Qian Yang saw that this posture had to be played.

"Mmmm......" The man's mouth was swollen and he couldn't speak.

Qian Yang frowned and looked around: "Which of you will say it for him!"

Domineering side leak!

It is said that Qian Yang has never played such a fierce role, and this time it is too enjoyable.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and no one noticed that the old man behind him stepped back half a step without a trace.

Finally, a young man who seemed to be quite calm stood up: "Senior Brother Qian is angry!"

"Will you be angry when you are maliciously disturbed during your retreat?" Qian Yang's face was still grim.

"This ...... There is a reason for it, and I hope that the senior brother will not be surprised. "Young people don't have enough confidence to speak.

"Tell me what's going on?" Qian Yang was tired of fighting, and finally came up with an attitude to solve the problem.

The young man pointed to the inhuman-shaped thing on the ground and said: "This person's name is Chen Wantong, he heard that his quota for entering the Sword Trial Cave was taken by Senior Brother Qian, so he was not angry, so he came to the senior brother to theorize, but he didn't want to disturb the senior brother's cultivation, it was really an unintentional mistake, senior brother forgive me." ”

"Trial quota? unintentional mistakes?" Qian Yang glanced at the young man, then at the group of people behind him and snorted, "Then what are you here for?"

"We ...... That, Chen Wantong came to us to help him...... Be a witness. The young man was vague.

Qian Yang sneered: "Witness what? Witness him subduing me and then forcing me to give up my quota?"

"Don't dare, don't dare. The young man quickly shook his head, he didn't dare to provoke the evil star in front of him.

"What's your name?" Qian Yang asked suddenly.

The young man was frightened, and said to himself, "What am I doing?"

I can think like this, but I can't say that, if he picks himself up, he will completely offend Chen Wantong, and no matter how fierce the monk in front of him is, he can't be as fierce as the Chen family where Chen Wantong is.

Therefore, the young man pondered for a while and said: "In Xia Feng Zhonglan, he is also a member of this trial, and when he saw that there was a competition for the number of places in the trial, he thought about coming to see him, and if necessary, he could also be a peacemaker, and the senior brother would also fight, so it was better to stop there!"

Qian Yang nodded, although Feng Zhonglan really didn't say a word, he could barely reach his ears. If the fight is over, give up?

So Qian Yang put away his angry expression and said, "For Senior Brother Feng's sake, this matter is over." Please go back and tell this Chen Wantong, I don't know what the trial quota is, I haven't been notified, and I don't want to go at all. If he has anything to say, let him sew his mouth shut next time and come back to me for a theory!"

Feng Zhonglan was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Qian Yang meant. Sew your mouth shut? People never open their mouths all the time! Why do you want to sew it? Besides, how can you theorize about sewing your mouth? Isn't there something else going on here?

If you don't understand it, you don't understand it, but it doesn't prevent him from paraphrasing it. However, he couldn't afford to be called senior brother by such a ruthless person, so he hurriedly hugged his fists and replied: "Don't dare to be, I am much later than Senior Brother Qian at the next entrance, so Senior Brother Qian can call me junior brother." As for what the senior brother said, he will definitely bring it below. ”

Qian Yang drew an arc in his heart, I have only been getting started for more than two years, you are much later than me, and you are not enlightened yet, right?

However, Qian Yang naturally does not have to theorize because of such a trivial matter, his fierce image is not easy to come by, and it cannot be easily lost. So Qian Yang nodded coolly, turned around and walked back to the house, regardless of where the group of people were rushing to carry Chen Wantong.

The people outside the door gradually dispersed, and Qian Yang's breath was also out, but when he returned to the house, his thoughts couldn't calm down for a long time.

"The quota for the Sword Cave? That's what they said, right? But how could such a good thing fall on my head? Is it wrong? Or maybe it's Tang Xiaoguo's help?"

Qian Yang thought over and over again, except for Miss Tang's help, he really couldn't think of any other reason. But what is Miss Tang doing with this? Qian Yang actually said to Feng Zhonglan just now that he was not false at all, he really didn't plan to go to any trial.

Qian Yang's own affairs are clear to himself, he has just returned from going out to practice, and there is no problem with his state of mind, and there is no shortage of resources for the time being, so he really doesn't need any trials in a short period of time. All he needed was to recuperate quietly, cultivate slowly, and then step into the foundation building period step by step.

As for the selection of the Zhongzhou sect, he was not even more interested. He is a prehistoric ancient, and it is not easy for him to gain a firm foothold in Qingling Sect, and he has not yet figured out the surrounding things, so why bother to change the map. Zhongzhou is rich in resources? So what does it matter to him? Qian Yang only knows that there is no free lunch in the world, and you will have to pay the price for taking as much as you want.

Even if you really want to go to Zhongzhou, when the time is ripe, how good it is to ride a Feige by yourself, why do you want to go with someone else's group, and you don't know who you are selling it to when you are sold. This kind of fate can't be in his own hands, Qian Yang rejects it from the bottom of his heart.

But is there room for manoeuvre? I haven't been notified yet, but I'm thinking about it soon. If you really don't want to participate in the trial, shouldn't you take this opportunity to run out and avoid it? If you wait for the notice to arrive, I'm afraid it will be inappropriate for you to run again.

"Yes! Run now!"