Yang Qing's face trembled, pursed his lips, and the steel rod he was holding was eight feet long, picked it up, and smashed it on the backs of the two of them.

"Poof..."

The two mountain bandits were smashed on their backs by steel rods, their necks were smashed up, blood sprayed on Yang Qing's face, and blood foam and broken internal organs continued to spill from the bandits' mouths.

"Hmph..."Sun Shifeng stretched out his hand, and the three-foot long sword fell into his hand, ignoring Yang Qing no longer and continuing to kill the mountain bandits who fled in the clearing.

"Kill, don't leave one" Sun Shifeng is like a wolf into the flock, each sword takes away a few lives, but there are too many mountain bandits, plus those outer disciples are also killing at one time, and they can't be killed with one blow, the mountain bandits who are lying on the ground and howling, holding broken arms and broken hands... Constantly struggling.

"Do you want to escape too?" A few mountain bandits escaped to the mountain road, and when Sun Shifeng saw it, the long sword in his hand slashed in the air, and the golden sword qi in a semi-circular arc shot out.

The escaped mountain bandits didn't dare to look back at all, they only hated their father and mother for giving him two legs, although the golden sword tip continued to shrink in the air, but it was still passing through several mountain bandits before dissipating.

The mountain bandit didn't feel any pain, but felt a chill behind him, and saw that his waist and legs were actually leaving him, and his head was dizzy, and he lost consciousness.

The sword qi continued to shoot rapidly, and several mountain bandits on the mountain road all slashed into two diagonally from their backs.

Some of the mountain bandits committed suicide in despair, and some knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, but these were not exchanged for Sun Shifeng's forgiveness, and the slaughter was nearing the end, and the entire clearing became a slaughterhouse.

After Yang Qing stoned the two mountain bandits to death, he was stunned in place, his eyes were blank, and the blood sprayed on his face had condensed into jet black.

He would never dream of such a scene, his eyes were all blood red, and the blood left by the corpse could actually merge into a blood stream, bright red and dazzling, Yang Qing seemed to feel that the end of the blood flow was under his feet.

Raised his feet and avoided in a panic, and there was nothing but the dead mountain bandits.

"This half-ring mountain thing is your trophy, whoever gets it first will be whoever" Sun Shifeng, who had already retrieved the body of Tie Sandao, was still on the ground, and said loudly to the outer disciples who were covered in blood, looking at the corpses all over the ground, his voice was a little excited.

A few disciples of the outer sect looked at the corpse on the ground and did not dare to make a move, while the rest groped among the clothes in the corpse, and some rushed to the residential area inside the Banhuan Mountain.

"Bang..."

Sun Shifeng pursed the corners of his mouth, kicked the corpse of Tie Sandao into two pieces, the purple mansion was shattered, and many objects were scattered, jade slips, jade bottles, glaive knives...

The sand on the official road was baked hot by the dazzling sun, and it was noon, and walking under the poisonous head would feel like it was being roasted on the fire.

More than a dozen people gathered together and walked on the official road with tired faces, these were the outer disciples of the Imperial Wind Sect who had just returned from suppressing the bandits.

Sun Shifeng's expression was indifferent, unaffected by the terrifying scene of corpses everywhere, a fire ignited the open space of Banhuan Mountain, and the open space was sprinkled with fire oil, burning very vigorously, black smoke billowing and crackling, and then he went away with the side Zeming Imperial Sword.

After Sun Shifeng and the others left, thirty outer disciples also left Banhuan Mountain, and more than ten outer disciples found horses in Banhuan Mountain, and these people all rode away, leaving the broken-arm disciple and his party back on foot.

These disciples are not in a hurry to return to the Imperial Wind Sect, and they are not very bored by chatting along the way.

"This bandit suppression should be done by the army, how to use us?"

"You don't know, in fact, the supreme ruler of our Luo country is the Yufeng Sect, and the twelve cities in the country are all owned by the Yufeng Sect, and some of the generals in the court are all the inner disciples of the Yufeng Sect, that is, the current emperor is all Luo's disciples."

"You know this, you're talking nonsense."

"This is not nonsense, I am from Danfeng, I learned from the inner disciples on Danfeng"

"Those inner disciples are either the queen of the important ministers, or the clansmen of the sect master, elder, and peak master, we can't afford to mess with them."

"If we want to become an inner disciple, it's too difficult, 100,000 sect contributions, unless you have excellent spiritual root qualifications, earth spiritual roots!"

"I remembered what you said, there are still a few years before the outer disciples compete, the top three will become inner disciples, and those with outstanding performance will also have a chance."

"There are twenty or thirty thousand disciples from the outer sect, and anyone who can enter the top three must have the cultivation of the Purple Mansion Realm."

"Don't hit me, okay, let me fantasize for a while."

Yang Qing and the other two outer disciples of the Innate Double Heaven walked together, their expressions languishing and their lips chapped. Listening to the jumbled conversation, there is no interest in interjecting or asking.

In three days, Yang Qing returned to the cold iron mining area with a fine iron rod, killed two mountain bandits, he earned two sect contributions, and Lu Zhen and a few people were naturally able to help him complete the homework in the past few days, and when he walked into the stone house, he didn't ask Lu Zhen either, and just lay on the bed.

"Which handsome guy is this?" Lu Zhen sat on the bed and meditated, and after hearing the voice, he opened his eyes and saw Yang Qing coming back, laughing and joking with Yang Qing.

"It's not going to be anything these days," Yang Qing cheered up, and said in a somewhat weak voice.

"There really is one thing" Lu Zhen frowned and looked worried, and did not continue, hanging Yang Qing's appetite.

"Something's wrong, what's the matter" Yang Qing sat up suddenly, "Say it quickly"

"Although I can't detect the existence of heaven and earth aura around me now, when I cultivate, I can really feel that there is a trace of air flow entering my body from the Baihui acupoint above my head" Lu Zhen said slowly while patting the top of his head with his hand.

"Draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body, prove that you have a spiritual root, this is a good thing" Yang Qing of course knew what this meant, and was happy for Lu Zhen, at first he thought that Lu Zhen and the others had caused some trouble, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

While rejoicing for Lu Zhen in his heart, he also had a strong envy, and even a trace of jealousy.

After thinking about it carefully, he knew that Lu Zhen saw that he was depressed, and thought of ways to make himself happy, and a warm current flowed through his originally blocked heart.

"What about Xiaohu and Tian Bo?" Yang Qing asked with concern in his tired expression, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"They don't have the same situation as me, and they don't know if they have a spiritual root," Lu Zhen spread his hands and said lightly.

"It's unreasonable, it's too unreasonable" Yang Qing sighed as he looked up to the sky, and he didn't know what he meant.

"Oh, don't complain, don't you have a spiritual root, haven't you found a way to be stubborn donkey" Lu Zhen hugged Yang Qing's shoulder and patted him hard to express comfort, "I'll give you all the meat for dinner."

When Qi Xiaohu and Tian Bo were trying to attract the aura of heaven and earth into their bodies, Yang Qing also resumed his previous life, cultivating the "Turning Breath Decision" while mining ores, and having the experience of cultivating the "Transformation Decision" when he ran with all his strength last time, he became more proficient in mastering the "Transformation Decision".

After dinner, practice the "Sixteen Styles of Innateness", and replace sleep with cultivation at night.

It's not that he doesn't want to lie down and sleep, but when he falls asleep, he dreams that those corpses in the middle of the mountain get up from the ground and chase him, but he feels weak in his hands and feet, and he can't lift it.

Therefore, he completely replaced sleep with the cultivation of "Transformation and Breath Decision", and now he can completely be thoughtless in his mind while cultivating, in a state of seeming to sleep but not sleeping, he can even hear the sound of blood flowing, the sound of pore breathing, but it does not affect him at all.

When he woke up the next morning, he was refreshed, and his legs and feet were not numb after sitting cross-legged all night, and Yang Qing knew that this was a state of concentration.

After saying that summer has gone to autumn, the leaves have turned slightly yellow, and more than a month has passed.

In the past month or so, Yang Qing has been staying in the cold iron mining area for the rest of the time, except for walking around at the foot of the mountain with Lu Zhen and Lu Zhen, and roasting a pheasant to eat, and the sect's contribution is still sixty-seven points.

"The last time I went to hunt the Qishan wolf, I made up a hundred points" Yang Qing thought resolutely, he didn't forget the matter of "Mixed Yuan Thirty-six Styles", he didn't want to take on any more sect tasks in this month, so he let himself be lazy.

Today, Yang Qing wanted to gather enough 100 sect contributions to the Tibetan Gong Pavilion to learn the knowledge of several elixirs, and then he picked elixirs to earn the sect in exchange for the stick method and the "Thirty-six Styles of Mixed Yuan"

Yang Qing carried a steel rod in his hand, carried a burden on his back, and went down the cold iron mine area alone to the vicinity of Qishan, he only told Lu Zhen and others to go to send Huafeng to find the sect task, and did not mention the matter of hunting and killing Qishan wolves, he didn't want to trouble the three of them in everything.

With Yang Qing's current strength and the experience of hunting and killing three Qishan wolves, it is still very easy to hunt and kill one, if you can't meet more than ten heads, it will be useless for Lu Zhen and the others to go.

Sixty or seventy miles of road, Yang Qing walked a few times, very familiar, and very smooth, according to Qi Xiaohu's method, he killed a pheasant, smeared chicken blood on the chicken as bait, and found a quagmire to smear his whole body with mud to isolate the smell.

Find a place with lush bushes, put the field away, and Yang Qing ambushed again, waiting for the Qishan wolf to take the bait.

It's autumn now, but the weather is not very cold, there are still a lot of mosquitoes in the bushes, buzzing in Yang Qing's ears, fortunately, the whole body is covered with mud, mosquito bites can't be bitten, just buzzing makes people upset.

The mountain wind blew, taking away the moisture in the mud, and also blowing the smell of the pheasant farther away, ignoring the cold and wet feeling of the mud sticking to his body, Yang Qing entered the fetal breath and waited seriously.

In addition to the wolf of Qishan, there are few other carnivorous beasts near Qishan, and there is no need to worry about a robbery halfway to take the pheasant away.

"Crunch, crunch..."Yang Qing heard the sound made by the leaves, the sound was chaotic, and when he realized that it was not good, the scene he saw almost made him bite his tongue.

When he heard the voice, the Qishan wolf was still thirty zhang away from him, and when he cautiously raised his head to watch, the Qishan wolf had already reached ten zhang away, which showed the speed of the Qishan wolf.

"I often walk by the river, how can I not get my shoes wet" Yang Qing was anxious and panicked, because he saw that the five-headed flag mountain wolf had come to his neighborhood, and he was twenty zhang away from the pheasant, and he was less than two zhang away from the pheasant.