"What a domineering poison technique!"

Staring at the puddle of golden liquid on the ground, Yang Ming couldn't help but gasp, looking at the colorful back, his eyes were full of jealousy.

This kind of invisible means of killing people, even the black-robed people who play drugs will be tricked, you can imagine how terrifying this poison is, if you change to someone else, you will encounter this kind of unpredictable means, I am afraid that you will not know what is going on until you die.

"Old man, have you developed a new poison technique?" Liao Wuwei staggered to his feet and came to a puddle of golden liquid, his face as if he had discovered a new continent, and he was extremely surprised.

"Want to learn?"

"Of course!"

"When you comprehend the third level of the Colorful Poison Sutra, I will teach it to you whenever you want!" "The Colorful Old Man glanced at his disciple and said angrily.

"Then you might as well not say it!" Liao Wuwei pursed his lips and muttered.

The colorful old man directly ignored Liao Wuwei's complaints, raised his footsteps, came to Yang Ming's side, picked up the black iron sword on the ground, looked at it for a moment, looked at Yang Ming with some surprise, and asked, "What is your relationship with that old madman?"

"Old man, his name is Yang Ming, he is the descendant disciple of Senior Lin, and he is also my good brother, hehe, this kid can be favored by Senior Lin, but it is all your disciple and my credit. Hearing the colorful old man's inquiry, Liao Wuwei staggered to Yang Ming's side, grabbed his shoulders, and said proudly.

"I know the temper of this old madman, if this kid doesn't suit his wishes, even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu comes, it's useless, you just blow it!"

Hearing this, Liao Wuwei's face couldn't help but flash a look of embarrassment, Lin Tianchong's acceptance of Yang Ming's disciple really didn't have much to do with him, but without his introduction, it would be impossible for the two to know each other, let alone become masters and apprentices, so overall, he still had some effect.

"Boy Yang Ming, I've seen the colorful seniors!" Yang Ming stood up, arched his hand towards the colorful old man, and saluted respectfully.

The colorful old man looked up and down, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Yes, there is that old madman with a bit of style." ”

Along the way, he followed Yang Ming and the two, and the scene just now naturally fell in his eyes, and he still recognized Yang Ming's character.

"The seniors have won the prize. Yang Ming scratched his head a little embarrassed.

The colorful old man smiled and said nothing, how many people in this world can put life and death aside for their friends, and how many people can face death without fear.

"Alright, let's get out of here as soon as possible, it won't be long before the people of the Poison Dragon Sect will know about the death of the black-robed Tiandu, if they are glued, I'm afraid we will be more than lucky." The colorful old man smiled and said.

This is the territory of the Poison Dragon Sect, they have been dormant for so many years, and their strength may have accumulated to a certain extent, even the colorful old man has to avoid its edge for the time being.

Besides, Yang Ming and both of them were injured a lot, and they had to find a stable place to treat, and Yang Ming could feel the pale yellow internal force in the veins in her body churning, and it seemed that she had reached the level of saturation, as long as she wanted, she could rush the pulse at any time.

It's also a good choice to leave at this time.

In the past few months, Yang Ming has been like a fly on the roof, scurrying around in this Devil's Horn Ridge, but now it's okay, with the colorful old man leading the way, it only took three days for them to walk out of this damn ghost place directly.

Looking at the sky beyond the Demon Horn Ridge, Yang Ming took a deep breath, his face showed a look of intoxication, and he finally came out of the Demon Horn Ridge alive.

"Tiger Roaring Hall, this time my Yang Ming will not die, you are ready to accept my revenge!"

Yang Ming's gaze looked in the direction of Tiecheng, with a cold smile on his face, he may not have that strength now, but according to his cultivation speed, it won't be long before he can have the strength to destroy the Tiger Roaring Hall, and at that time, even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu comes, he won't be able to save them.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Ming had been away from the Demon Horn Ridge for three days, and the injuries on his body were almost half healed, if it weren't for the fact that his physique was stronger than others, he wouldn't have recovered so quickly.

Moreover, this Nine Peaks of the Mountains has the effect of restoring qi and blood, once it is running at all times, the loss of qi and blood in the body will slowly make up for it, and Yang Ming only discovered a few days ago that this exercise still has such an effect.

This made him even more sure in his heart, this Nine Keys of the Mountains is undoubtedly the inheritance of the exercises, otherwise it would not be so against the sky.

After being in contact with martial arts for so long, it was the first time that Yang Ming could restore his qi and blood, and after discovering this secret, he was shocked.

Sitting on the straw mat, Yang Ming silently operated the exercises, and the pale yellow internal force in the Yang Guru Sutra churned, like hot water boiling at high pressure.

Almost without Yang Ming's drive, this surging internal force actually slammed towards the second vein, Zuyang Ming's stomach meridian.

Maybe it was because Yang Ming had suppressed it for too long, this internal force was extremely violent, and the impact was quite terrifying, and the formation was like a beast that had been abstinent for many years, crashing into the barrier of resilience again and again.

This made Yang Ming sigh that the more he suppressed, the greater the power of the rebound, but this was not necessarily a bad thing for Yang Ming.

Moreover, Yang Ming's accumulation in Devil's Horn Ridge can only be described as terrifying, and this situation is just his accumulation.

With his eyes closed, feeling the impact in his body again and again, Yang Ming's brows couldn't help frowning slightly, if he couldn't break through the barrier of the second vein, maybe the first one would not be able to withstand this violent internal force.

Yang Ming suddenly remembered what Lin Tianchong reminded him, the internal force cultivated by the Nine Folds Technique of Qishan was very domineering, and if he didn't have a strong physique and tenacious veins, he would not be able to withstand the impact of internal force at all.

At this moment, Yang Ming deeply realized the meaning of Lin Tianchong's words at the beginning, if it weren't for the context strengthened by special means, he would probably be a waste now.

The power of this Nine Folds Recipe is indeed terrifying, but relatively speaking, the disadvantages still want to be big, not only is the formula obscure and mysterious, but at the same time, the internal force cultivated is very domineering and unusual.

"Can't put it off any longer!"

Yang Ming gritted his teeth, his mind sank into the veins, trying to appease the violent internal forces in his body, but unfortunately, these internal forces seemed to have been out of his control, although his mobilization could still play some roles, but these internal forces seemed to have been suppressed for a long time Adolescent teenagers, who had developed a serious rebellious mentality, desperately colliding with the barrier of the second vein.

"Since you can't control it, I'll just add another fire to you!"