The moon is bright and the stars are scarce.

Lin Zhao's cultivation is completed, and the moon is admired on the top of the mountain.

The bright moon hangs high, and there is a handsome black dog beside him.

This is Lin Zhao's breeding, called 'Black God'.

The black god is a nameless wild dog in Qingxi Mountain, and Lin Zhao misses his partner in his previous life and adopts him.

Qingxi Mountain has a strong aura, and Lin Zhao from time to time uses the incense power to guide the aura to wash the marrow and cut the hair for it, and the black god is more and more miraculous, and his body size is no less than a cheetah. There is a light of wisdom in his eyes, and he is about to become a refinement.

"Black God, when you grow up, this 'demon and monster', I Qingxi Mountain will account for the third. Lin Zhao laughed.

"Wow!"

The black god screamed twice, not understanding what Lin Zhao was talking about, and lay down.

Lin Zhao looked up at the bright moon, and it was a night in a flash.

The next day.

Zhang Zhaofeng woke up and found himself lying on the bed at home.

"Dad, how did I come back?" Zhang Zhaofeng got up, looked at Zhang Laohan in the courtyard and asked.

"You fainted in the mountain temple and were carried back by Zhao Laosan!" Zhang Laohan saw that Zhang Zhaofeng finally woke up, so he was relieved.

"I-"

Zhang Zhaofeng was a little confused.

Didn't he go to find that weird mountain god? How could he faint?

He struggled to remember, and finally remembered—

"I was stunned by a slap!" Zhang Zhaofeng's face was ugly.

Zhang Laohan stepped forward and persuaded, "Xiaofeng, there are a lot of mountain gods, you have offended many times, and he doesn't care about you." But you must not do it again, otherwise you will really anger the mountain god, and you will be finished!"

Zhang Laohan was miserable in his heart.

It was a joy for his son to return from his studies.

But he repeatedly angered the mountain god, first he was suppressed for three days, then he was seriously ill for three days, and now he fainted in the mountain temple, and he has long been reduced to a joke in Qingxi Village.

"I-"

Zhang Zhaofeng looked at Zhang Laohan, opened his mouth, and said glutinously, "Dad, I know." ”

Qingxi Mountain is too weird and strong, and he is not ready to confront it head-on.

"Humph!"

"I'd like to see what the hell you're up to!"

Zhang Zhaofeng said secretly in his heart.

In fact, several times he came into contact with Qingxi Mountain, and even encountered ghosts in Qingxi Mountain, but he had no threat of life, which boosted Zhang Zhaofeng's courage. Although he did not dare to be careless, his curiosity gradually outgrew his fear.

The next few days.

Zhang Zhaofeng went to the mountain temple during the day, and he looked for the 'mountain god' several times, but he was more polite and no one cared about him. Simply, he practiced in the mountain temple.

Practice during the day and go home and sleep at night.

Peaceful.

Two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

......

Outside the mountain temple, Zhang Zhaofeng's long sword was unsheathed, and his swordsmanship flew up. The inner breath is rolling like a torrent, and a sword breaks through the nine skies!

The inner breath is running rapidly, and the aura is exhaled from the mouth and nose with the breath, turning into pure inner breath.

"Broken!"

Zhang Zhaofeng burst into tears, and a bottleneck seemed to be broken in his body. The inner breath is like a big river bursting its banks, surging.

"Mortal Realm Fivefold!"

"Fifty years of internal strength!"

Zhang Zhaofeng hurriedly sat down cross-legged, running his mental method and consolidating his cultivation.

After a stick of incense, Zhang Zhaofeng got up and looked happy.

Not long after he broke through the fourfold time of the mortal dust realm, he didn't expect to return to Qingxi Village, and in just two months, he was promoted to another level.

At the age of twenty-two, the mortal realm is five times cultivated!

This kind of progress, even compared to those elites in the door, is not inferior.

"What a blessed land!"

Zhang Zhaofeng looked at the mountain temple, his heart was complicated.

In the past two months, he has been bent on exploring the strange roots of Qingxi Mountain. But it's okay for him to follow the rules, once he is presumptuous, there will be punishment. He also wanted to escape from Qingxi Mountain several times, but each time he left Qingxi Village, went around in a circle, and came back again.

He knew that this was Qingxi Mountain's weirdness and didn't want him to leave and leak his traces.

Gradually, Zhang Zhaofeng became honest and cultivated with peace of mind.

No matter what this Qingxi Mountain weird wanted to do, at least Qingxi Village was fine, not as bad as he thought at the beginning. In addition, he stayed in Cheonggye Mountain and cultivated to rise in a straight line.

Two months of penance, just in time for three or five years of cultivation in Baiyu Mountain.

This is a rare opportunity.

It doesn't matter how weird he is, as long as he doesn't do evil, he just puts up with it for the time being. When his strength increases greatly, he will be destroyed with a sword!

Zhang Zhaofeng looked at the statue of the mountain god in the mountain temple, and said secretly in his heart.

"Wow!"

As soon as distracting thoughts flashed in his heart, the sound of a dog barking could be heard in the distance.

Zhang Zhaofeng's face changed, and he ran away with his sword.

It's a pity that it's late.

A black dog like a cheetah swooped in the air, and the wind was as cold as winter.

"Again?"

Zhang Zhaofeng complained bitterly in his heart.

He was under the Qingxi village and cultivating in the mountain temple, and this black dog jumped out at some point, and he was troubled by two heads in three days. However, the black dog is strong, and its speed and strength are not inferior to the top masters of the Mortal Dust Realm, so that Zhang Zhaofeng is miserable.

"Wow!"

The Black God roared.

It felt that the person in front of him was disrespectful to the mountain god, so it taught a lesson. In fact, if it hadn't been for the mountain god's instructions not to kill, it would have torn this person apart long ago.

But you can't kill, lessons are always there.

The black god's speed was extremely fast, and the sharp claw slapped on the back of Zhang Zhaofeng's long sword, and the behemoth came vigorously from the long sword, and Zhang Zhaofeng's tiger mouth in the town was numb!

"Dead dog!"

Zhang Zhaofeng roared angrily in his heart, and he was even more aggrieved.

The dignified white feather view of the high-ranking disciple was actually bullied by a wild dog, wouldn't it be laughing out of his big teeth when he said it.

"Cheonggye Mountain!"

"Weird! ghost! demon dog!"

"None of them are good!"

Zhang Zhaofeng struggled to hold the long sword, and his internal breath was running.

"Green Water Sword Technique!"

The sword is like green water and clear waves, this is the top swordsmanship of Baiyunguan, and it is even more exquisite under Zhang Zhaofeng.

A man and a dog are entangled in a mess, and at first glance, it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

"The mortal realm is fivefold. ”

Lin Zhao watched Zhang Zhaofeng fight with the Black God, and he had an understanding of the strength of the five layers of the mortal dust realm.

Beside him, Chu Wenyao was wearing a soap suit and standing humbly.

has been a ghost pawn in Qingxi Mountain for more than two months, and Chu Wenyao has adapted to such a life. In his spare time, he was in the mountain temple to observe Zhang Zhaofeng's cultivation.

When a person who practices martial arts cultivates, his qi and blood are vigorous. There are ghost pawns who are protected by soap clothes, and there is no threat to him.

Chu Wenyao thought clearly.

Follow Lin Zhao's side, and you will inevitably encounter a warrior. If you can't adapt to the martial artist's qi and blood, it will be difficult to become a great weapon.

Especially in the past two months, there have been a few more preparatory ghost pawns in Qingxi Mountain, and one of them was a martial artist before his death, and Chu Wenyao had a deeper sense of urgency in his heart.

......

When Zhang Zhaofeng broke through, three young people set off from Baiyu Town and came to Qingxi Village.

These three people are in their twenties, two men and one woman, and the woman is faintly the leader.

"Sister, are we really going to Qingxi Village?" The young man with a long sword tied to his waist in white was a little reluctant.

"Of course I want to go. ”

The woman in white was handsome and heroic, and said with horizontal eyebrows, "Zhang Zhaofeng, this guy has been back to Qingxi Village for two months, and he has no news at all, he is too fat!"

On the side, the square-faced young man glanced at the handsome young man and shrugged his shoulders with a helpless expression.

"Humph!"

The woman in white was still puzzled and said angrily, "Don't let me catch him, otherwise he will look good!"

The handsome young man opened his mouth and changed the subject, "Sister, I heard a strange thing on the street just now. ”

"What's the strange thing?" asked the woman in white, as she was distracted.

The handsome young man said, "It's about Qingxi Village." Listening to those people, Qingxi Village has produced a mountain god in the past few years, which can ensure the health of one party. Qingxi Village was blessed by the mountain god, and for three consecutive years, the five grains were abundant and the livestock were prosperous. ”

"Nonsense!"

The woman in white sneered, "If there is really some mountain god to protect you, what else do you want me to do?"

"Don't talk about these things and don't have them, hurry up and try to get to Qingxi Village before dark!"

was murdered by the woman in white, and the handsome young man shrunk his neck and didn't dare to say anything more.

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