In the inn.

Yang Ming sat cross-legged on the bed, his hands were flat on his abdomen, the rhythm of his breathing was very strange, and the breath on his body fell together, undulating, as if he was practicing some kind of exercise, which was extremely weird.

In this month, Yang Ming spent almost all of his time on the road, although he never let go of his cultivation, but he also delayed a lot of time, due to the reason of breaking through the two veins in a row, the veins were empty, and the breath was also unstable, and it took a certain amount of time to stabilize his realm.

For this reason, Yang Ming did not dare to relax for a moment, and practiced desperately, in order to erase these drawbacks in advance, so as not to cause any future troubles.

In this way, Yang Ming seemed to be absorbing and exhaling endlessly, and a trace of pale yellow internal force was formed in his veins, and after a full hour, Yang Ming's breathing rhythm was suddenly interrupted, and his closed eyes suddenly opened.

A ray of essence flashed in the depths of his pupils, and his resolute face suddenly became a little more energetic.

clenched his fist, and there was a crisp sound between the bone joints, feeling the internal force in the veins, and his whole body was full of a sense of strength, which made Yang Ming obsessed.

Isn't the ultimate goal of cultivation just pure power?

After sitting cross-legged on the bed for a long time, Yang Ming came back to his senses from this obsessed world, and then stood up slowly, his strong body, through the sunlight outside the window, became slender.

"At this cultivation speed, in a month, I can try to sprint through the barrier of the fourth vein again......" His arms slowly opened, he stretched his waist, and a low murmur slowly came out of the young man's mouth.

At this time, Yang Ming was in an infinitely good mood, and this feeling of getting stronger day by day was really refreshing.

Breaking through two veins in a row, and after less than two months, he was ready to continue to rush the veins, such a cultivation speed, I dare not say that there is no one before or after, but it is definitely worthy of the words "rare in the world".

After resting for a while, Yang Ming changed into a clean robe, walked out of the room, and was about to go downstairs to eat, when a group of strangely dressed people suddenly walked in outside.

Seeing these people, Yang Ming's eyes shrank slightly.

Because, in this group of people, Yang Ming smelled a trace of unusual aura, which was the same as the black robe of Demon Horn Ridge.

These are all people from the Poison Dragon Sect.

Yang Ming quickly looked away, so as not to attract the attention of this group of people, and quickly found a corner and sat down, silently paying attention to the movements of these people.

At this time, he was also very puzzled in his heart, why did these white-robed people appear in this place, even if he wanted to track down the cause of the death of the black-robed Tiandu, it was impossible for him to find this place by such a coincidence.

After a while, another group of young men in white walked in, carrying all the same simple long swords, and looking at their dusty appearance, it seemed that they had come from a long distance.

The four white-clothed people looked left and right, and found that the inn lobby was full of people, and almost all of the people sitting here were from the rivers and lakes, and only Yang Ming was a teenager.

A white-clothed young man led by him suddenly walked over to Yang Ming with a smile on his face, and said, "In Xia Xiao Ruchen, Tianshan disciple, I don't know what to call the little brother?"

Yang Ming, who didn't want to attract the attention of others, couldn't help frowning when he heard the young man's words, and then said lightly: "Is there something?"

As a top second-rate sect, the Tianshan Sword Sect is also a relatively powerful force in a place like Fengcheng, and this white-clothed young man reported his identity, undoubtedly wanting to use the power of the Tianshan Sword Sect to exert pressure on himself and occupy the right to speak, which played a deterrent role, if he was just an ordinary teenager, hearing the name of the Tianshan Sword Sect, it is estimated that he would have been terrified.

"Hehe, I've been waiting for my senior brother to rush for a day, people are sleepy, and this hall is full of people, so ......" Speaking of this, the young man in white glanced at Yang Ming, with a look of arrogance on his face, as if to say, Lao Tzu has reported his identity, and you still don't get out.

Seeing Xiao Ruchen's arrogant expression, Yang Ming was very unhappy, and a sneer couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth, does he really look like a soft persimmon?

"I'm sorry, I'm still waiting for someone, you better find another place!" Yang Ming played with the chopsticks in his hand and said lightly.

Hearing this, Xiao Ruchen's smile suddenly became gloomy, and he snorted coldly: "Boy, don't toast and don't eat and drink!"

Yang Ming smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I'm going out today, don't drink!"

In the lobby of the inn, those knights and gentlemen laughed silently when they heard Yang Ming's words.

Xiao Ruchen also laughed, and Yang Ming's ignorance of advance and retreat also completely angered him: "Since you don't drink, then get out of here!"

As he spoke, he actually stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the sudden scene made Yang Ming's eyes narrow slightly, flashing a hint of banter, and suddenly, with a move of his arm, the chopsticks flew out like arrows.

The chopsticks slashed across the void, as fast as lightning, and stabbed at Xiao Ruchen's palm.

Yang Ming's hand made Xiao Ruchen's pupils slowly shrink, and the outstretched hand retracted suddenly, and the chopsticks brought a faint strong wind, shuttling through his abdomen, and finally nailed to the wall pillar of the inn.

Turning his head and looking at the chopsticks that were constantly trembling on the wall pillar, Xiao Ruchen couldn't help but gasp in his heart, if he hadn't reacted fast enough, his palm might have been pierced by the chopsticks at this time.

That's a lot of strength!

Everyone present is a long-time experienced, and it is natural to see that Yang Ming did not use internal force, and this alone is enough to prove Yang Ming's strength.

It's a pity that the parties didn't understand this, Yang Ming's actions were undoubtedly a slap in the face, making him unable to come to the stage in public.

"Boy, dare to provoke my Tianshan Sword Sect, you are looking for death!"

With an angry snort, Xiao Ruchen took a step forward, and fluctuations of internal force erupted from his body, and the three-foot Qingfeng behind him sheathed out, giving people a fierce feeling.

Seeing that his senior brother was angry, the rest of the Tianshan disciples drew their swords one after another, and looked at Yang Ming coldly, as if they were about to chop him into meat sauce if they didn't agree with him.

"Isn't the Tianshan Sword Sect amazing?"

Yang Ming's eyes were cold and he sneered. What he is most disgusted with is the kind of person who relies on the power behind him to make a fortune, in Xinglu Academy, Li Xuan liquidates one, Qian Linlang counts one, and now he has encountered a stupid ~ force, sometimes, Yang Ming really suspects that God is deliberately playing with himself.

The more you don't like it, the more he wants to come to you, why do I have a good meal, I have a stupid~ forced to come to the door, just a few words, and fell into a hostile scene, is he really so hateful?

Yang Ming couldn't help but feel depressed.