Feeling a faint crisis around him, Yang Ming's heart suddenly gave birth to a sense of urgency, and he was eager to improve his strength and strive to achieve improvisation.

Now, according to his strength, if he wants to break away from the next vein again, it is obviously a bit unrealistic, even if he does it with the help of Xuanhuangzhu's energy, it is purely pulling out the seedlings to help grow, and his current situation is not embarrassed to this extent, and he does not need to do this kind of thing that damages the foundation.

Moreover, even if Yang Ming can get through the eleventh vein and meet a strong person in the Tongqiao Realm, he is not an opponent at all, however, according to his strength, it is basically impossible for people below the Tongqi Realm to kill him, even if he encounters the Tongqi Realm, he can also maneuver one or two, if he can control the rhythm and grasp the timing, maybe he can escape from his hands, this is his confidence to take on the unknown danger.

However, Yang Ming didn't want to pin his life on the word luck, so he had to improve his strength as soon as possible.

Combat power, in short, is all the power that can defeat the enemy, now, Yang Ming wants to improve his combat power as soon as possible, there are only two ways to go, first, hone his swordsmanship, however, it takes a long time, and now Yang Ming lacks the most time, so he can only take the second way, that is, to cultivate that special sword qi, which is his biggest hole card to deal with unknown dangers.

Once the sword qi in his body returned to its original appearance, even if he encountered a master of the Tongqi Realm, he would have the confidence to deal with it, and even the determination to kill with one blow.

Yang Ming believed that as long as this sword qi and the fusion sword technique were well matched, even if he was a master in the middle of the Tongqi Realm, he would have to avoid its edge.

Now that the path is clear, then Yang Ming will go all out, before leaving, he absorbs the energy of Xuanhuang Zhu every day, and constantly cultivates the special sword qi in his body, with his hard work day and night, the invisible sword qi has finally recovered some vitality, but if you want to restore to the original state, I am afraid it will take a long time, but whenever you see the Xuanhuang beads dimmed, Yang Ming's heart will twitch slightly, this cultivation is really burning money, no, it is burning military merits.

In this short period of ten days, Yang Ming spent more than thirty Xuanhuang Beads, which was nearly more than 1,600 military merits, which was equivalent to two or three months of the income of the Cloud Dragon Guard of the Tongmai Realm.

However, there is always a reward for paying, although this sword qi is not as strong as before, but it is only able to seriously injure the general general realm in the early stage, and now, Yang Ming's net worth can also be called strong, spending this Xuanhuang Zhu is still within the acceptable range for him, but he just sighs a little that the cultivation cost is too big, and there is a feeling that he can't make ends meet, if he doesn't step up to earn military merits, this bit of military merit in his hands will be spent sooner or later.

According to Yang Ming's estimate, if he wants to cultivate to the Tongqi realm, these military skills in his hands are probably not enough, he must get more military skills outside, otherwise, it will not be long before he faces an economic crisis.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been stupid by this huge military feat, and ordinary people only need more than 10,000 military merits at most to cultivate to the Tongqi realm, but what about themselves? There are more than 20,000 military merits, but even so, it is far from enough to support their cultivation to the Tongqi realm, what the hell is this?

Every time he thought of this, Yang Ming felt a dull pain coming from his crotch.

Although the more advanced the exercises, the better, but the pressure and difficulty brought by the exercises are unimaginable to ordinary people, according to Yang Ming's cultivation needs resources, almost several times that of ordinary people, if it weren't for Yang Ming's ability to turn stones into gold, it is estimated that he could only look at Huang Cancan's Xuanhuang Zhu and sigh.

"On the way to cultivation, I am really burning money!" Looking at the Xuanhuang Bead in his hand, which had already lost its luster, Yang Ming couldn't help but groan in his heart.

......

Now, he had to rush back as soon as possible before his last martial arts tournament at the Star Road Academy, although there were still four or five months to go, and it was more than enough to rush back, but if he carried out the task halfway, it would be a bit tight.

Therefore, Yang Ming notified Zuo Gang, and he took him out of the Yunlongwei base camp and rushed to Tiecheng.

On the way to Tiecheng, Yang Ming has not stopped absorbing Xuanhuang Zhu, he must cultivate his hole card well, and make it stronger as much as possible, even if it takes a little more time and Xuanhuang Zhu, it doesn't matter, so, in the next month, Yang Ming will absorb the energy of Xuanhuang Zhu endlessly, and continue to grow this sword qi.

The emperor lived up to his wishes, after this period of vigorous cultivation, this sword qi finally increased significantly, although it was not as good as the original sword qi that had been cultivated for half a year, but it was not much different.

Sensing that this sword qi had made significant progress, Yang Ming suddenly grinned.

The formation of this sword qi undoubtedly gave Yang Ming an extra hole card to save his life, and in this way, he had a little more confidence and courage to go to Tiecheng.

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Iron City!

In the early morning, the golden sun shone on the earth, shining on the majestic city walls, the faint breeze rolled up the yellow dust, and countless caravans were walking on the yellow dirt avenue, the heavy wheels rubbing against the ground, resounding with bursts of piercing sounds.

At this moment, a lightning-like black shadow broke through the yellow sand and went straight to the gate of the Iron City.

With the approach of this black shadow, the caravan and the people on the dirt avenue finally saw clearly, this is a black horse, riding a young man on it, looking a little dusty, obviously driving for many days, the guards at the city gate, the caravan and the pedestrians are no longer surprised by this situation.

This teenager is none other than Yang Ming.

Raising his head and looking at the outline of the city, which was both familiar and unfamiliar, Yang Ming's heart couldn't help but rise with a sense of memory.

Back then, he was chased and killed here, and fled into the Devil's Horn Ridge in embarrassment, and it was here that he encountered the first life and death crisis, and almost died in the hands of the hall master of the Tiger Roaring Hall.

Looking from afar, Yang Ming's line of sight was full of gold, as if a layer of gold was poured on the city wall, majestic, majestic, and ancient.

Looking at this city like a giant beast, Yang Ming couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and ambition in his heart, and suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, attracting the attention of pedestrians.

"Tiecheng, I'm Yang Ming... It's back. (To be continued.) )