Just after dusk, Yang Zhi walked out of the fire room and habitually walked towards the back mountain.

As soon as he arrived at the foot of the back mountain, Yang Zhi's footsteps stopped, and after a while, Yang Zhi turned around and entered the woods. Yang Zhi entered, and a figure came out.

"Who are you?"

While Wang Qing was looking for him, Yang Zhi appeared behind him.

For six years, Wang Qing has been secretly paying attention to him, but unfortunately Yang Zhi never knows. On the night he opened the secluded mansion, it happened that Wang Qing did not come, and Yang Zhi's luck could be said to be out of the charts.

"I'm Wang Qing of the Inner Gate, who are you and why are you here?"

Wang Qing's expression was tense, but because of the night, Yang Zhi didn't see it.

"Yes, what a coincidence.

Yang Zhi sneered, as soon as he came out of the fire room, he found that he was being followed, if this is also a coincidence, then there are too many coincidences, Yang Zhi took out the iron sword and walked towards Wang Qing step by step.

"What are you going to do, this is the Lincang Sect, why are you here?"

Wang Qing shouted, he was ordered by Zhao Yangtian to follow Yang Zhi, but he was not allowed to use force.

"Oh, that's right, I've recently learned a few styles of swordsmanship, and it just so happens that no one has tried swords, so I'll ask the immortals to teach me. ”

Yang Zhi's body suddenly jumped up, and a sword slashed at Wang Qing. Wang Qing's face changed, but he didn't take it to heart. Draw the magic sword at random and block it. With a bang, sparks flew up, and Wang Qing's face suddenly changed.

"Is your dantian okay?"

Wang Qing took three steps back, his face shocked.

"It seems that you know me, so you can't leave it. ”

Yang Zhi's murderous heart exploded, and his secret could not be passed on. Falling into the mountain stick, the cumbersome iron sword waved, replaced the stick with the sword, and slashed at Wang Qing's shoulder. Wang Qing instantly retreated, he wanted to escape.

Wang Qing's strength is not weak, but he can't even beat Yang Kun, let alone Yang Zhi, who has defeated Shen Moxi.

Wang Qing attacked the three swords, stopped Yang Zhi's attack, and then turned around and fled.

"Stay. ”

Yang Zhi did a somersault and caught up with Wang Qing. Heart Water Sword, Yang Zhi didn't keep his hand, Wang Qing must die, otherwise he will die. Yang Zhi is very clear about this.

The surging iron sword, as if it had instantly turned into a drop of water, had traces to follow at the same time, but it could not be captured.

Wang Qing's cold anger is rising, and his attainments in this style have far surpassed him.

"The sword of God. ”

Wang Qing's strongest sword technique is the Shenqi Sword of the Lincang Sect. Yang Zhi has seen the moves of this sword technique in the collection, and he knows all the moves, so he naturally knows where the flaws are.

Among the dazzling moves of the Shenqi Sword with fast fighting, you don't know which sword is the real killer move. But Yang Zhi could see the flaw at a glance.

Yang Zhi took a big step forward, and the iron sword stabbed towards the point in the middle. With a snort, the smell of blood came, Shenqi was broken, and Wang Qing's face turned pale instantly.

Yang Zhi succeeded in a single blow, and immediately gained momentum, and immediately showed his heart. Puff puff, puff, two sounds in succession, Wang Qing was hit with three swords in the chest. Every sword is enough to kill.

"You...... Why are you hiding in a fire room?"

Wang Qing relied on the sword to support his body, he wanted to be a ghost.

"I don't ask who asked you to follow me, and I won't answer you. ”

After Yang Zhi finished speaking, his body flashed, and the next moment, he had already appeared on the peak of a hundred zhang high. Wang Qing at the foot of the mountain, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and after falling to the ground unwillingly, there was no life.

On the mountain peak, the Haoyue Heavenly Wolf always came earlier than Yang Zhi. Tonight's Yang Zhi didn't talk nonsense, he directly and simply led down the moonlight essence and continued to refine the secluded mansion.

Haoyue Heavenly Wolf looked at Yang Zhi curiously, it didn't understand, how could this young man have the smell of blood on his body.

Yang Zhi was cultivating in the back mountain, and Shen Moxi in the inner gate was still the same as in the past few nights, and it was difficult to settle down. Even if you barely enter the meditation, it is not suitable for cultivation.

"Half a month later, it's the Hundred Flowers Club, why don't you go and relax!"

Waking up in concentration, Shen Moxi sighed. She is low in emotional intelligence, but not stupid.

The young man smiled faintly, and he was willing to abandon his dantian to his friends, he couldn't enter the sect, but he had a powerful cultivation, the more Shen Moxi wanted to forget, but the clearer it became.

Yesterday, Zhao Yangtian invited her to participate in the Hundred Flowers Festival half a month later. Yesterday she only said that she thought about it, but now, she really wanted to go.

Zhao Yangtian is the supreme genius of the inner gate, and he has always been interested in her. No matter what the reason, she and Zhao Yangtian will only have advantages and disadvantages when they are together.

Perhaps, the best way to forget a person is to know someone who is stronger and better than him. And Zhou Yuhan, who eats and lives with the boss, has also been arranged by the boss to do a lot of homework, in addition to studying, it is cultivation.

Yang Zhi originally thought that Wang Qing's death would have some fluctuations, but the strange thing was that the sect didn't know that Wang Qing was dead, and nothing happened.

In this way, it is just in line with Yang Zhi's intentions. Every day, in addition to studying the differences in the collection, it is to study the seventh style of the Heart Water Sword. In the evening, I went to the back mountain to practice, and although the days were boring, they were very fulfilling.

On this day, Zhou Yuhan, who had not appeared for ten days, came to the fire room again. Zhou Yuhan was able to come, and the whole fire room was very happy, and the happiest one naturally belonged to Yang Zhi.

"Yang Zhi, in three days, Master will take me to the Hundred Flowers Society, do you want to go, if you want to go, I will go and tell Master. ”

Zhou Yuhan's face was slightly red, she was a girl after all, and she still felt shy when she took the initiative to invite a difficult man.

"Don't want to go ......"

As soon as Yang Zhi said three words, Zhou Yuhan's little face showed disappointment.

"It's weird. ”

Yang Zhi immediately added two words.

"Oops, you're necrotic. ”

Zhou Yuhan's face was annoyed, and he pounced on Yang Zhi's waist.

"Ahh

A scream like a pig alarmed everyone outside. The five of Yang Fatzi hurriedly came over, and Zhou Yuhan fled with a red face.

The five senior brothers looked at Yang Zhi with a smile on their faces.

"Hey, I found that the little junior brother seems to have grown taller. ”

Senior Brother Wang came to a strange sentence.

"What is it like, the little junior brother has grown up or not. ”

Luo Chunlei looked inexplicable, Yang Zhi was puzzled, but he always felt that they had bad intentions. Seeing Yang Zhi's embarrassed face, the five of them laughed teasingly, and went out to close the door with their hands.

Yang Zhi touched his head, he really didn't want to go, but seeing Zhou Yuhan's disappointed face, he didn't know why, he didn't want Zhou Yuhan to be disappointed.

Since he agreed to Zhou Yuhan, Yang Zhi thought that he should bring his things when he went out. What needs to be prepared for going out, Yang Zhi knows very well that when he followed his master in the past, he lived a life of wandering, and he prepared his bags.

In the afternoon, Zhou Yuhan ran to tell Yang Zhi with an excited face that the master had agreed.

Yang Zhi smiled sincerely, which made Zhou Yuhan very satisfied.

The Hundred Flowers Festival is a major event in the cultivation world, which is held every year on August 15. The place where it was held was the city of flowers, which is famous for its hundred flowers.

August 15 is the most solemn Mid-Autumn Festival in the world. In the past, every Mid-Autumn Festival was Yang Zhi's happiest day.

Because on that day, the master didn't ask him to study, and he would buy a lot of delicious food. Yang Zhi misses his master again.