The wound left by the left arm scraping on the stone moat itched with the cultivation of the "Innate Sixteen Styles", if a small insect was biting the wound, the unfolding of the move made the wound that had not healed collapse again

"Yang Qing, you still don't want to cultivate, your wound is cracked" Lu Zhen saw that the strip of cloth wrapped on Yang Qing's left arm was bloodstained, and he couldn't help but persuade him.

"It's okay to have some blood, the wound is not deep, it doesn't hurt the muscles and flesh" Yang Qing replied stubbornly, still cultivating one move at a time, as if the wound was not on him. "Even if the wound doesn't crack today, it will crack tomorrow when the mine opens, sooner rather than later."

Lu Zhen shook his head and stopped persuading, he didn't have time to complete his homework for Yang Qing tomorrow, he glared at the double eyelids that were fighting, and continued to practice the "Sixteen Innate Styles".

The next day, during the day, the four of them got together, and went to the place where Tian Boqi and Xiaohu mined last night to mine the ore, and found the tip of the knife here, hoping to find other parts, there is little hope, but it is the same wherever the ore is mined, so there is more hope, why not.

As the evening fell, the other two teenagers came to help Lu Zhen mine the ore, and the four of them were silent about the discovery of the tip of the knife last night, talking about their own interesting things, and bursting into laughter in the dusk mining area.

At this moment, it has been a month since Tian Bo picked up the tip of the knife, and at the beginning, several people still had the expectation of finding other parts of the tip of the knife, and after a long time, this hope faded, but every night several people would gather together to study the tip of the knife.

Time flies, every time I mine ore, practice, sleep and nothing else, except for the physical exhaustion every day, but there is nothing wrong with it, after the incident of Zhou Tenghai and Yang Qing and others, the cold iron mine area is a lot calmer.

There is still an hour before the mine is stopped, and Yang Qing is the only one in the mining area who is alone in the mining area, and he is not interested in being alone, humming an unknown tune.

Yang Qing didn't have any singing talent, and he didn't know any tunes, he was amusing himself by humming songs casually, he didn't think it was so ugly, no one was hanging around in this cold iron mining area, and no one was going to stop him.

Tomorrow is the last day for Zhou Tenghai to punish them, Lu Zhen, Tian Bo and they can complete the punishment even if they don't go to the mine tomorrow, and when the red bearded horse takes the cart, they will go back to rest.

"We are like animals these days, this punishment can be completed now, and we will make up for it in a few days, go back to eat and fall asleep, and treat ourselves" This is Lu Zhen's original words, Tian Bo was also moved by his words, leaving Yang Qing here alone.

Yang Qing didn't want to push back these mining volumes to the future, and now the matter is over.

In the past nearly a month, the daily consumption and replenishment of strength and physical strength have increased his strength and physical strength rapidly, and he can complete twice the mining volume in eight hours a day.

"Innate Sixteen Styles" and "Transformation and Breath Decision" are practiced every day, and he doesn't know how many of the twelve canons are opened, but he only knows that he can't breathe yet, and the strength of his arm, Yang Qing estimates that one arm can lift one hundred and fifty catties, and the strength of his left arm is stronger than that of his right arm.

Tomorrow is the last day to double the mining volume, and then it will be enough to make up the difference for two more days, Yang Qing felt very relaxed, although eight hours were spent mining ore, which made him very tired physically and mentally every time.

The wound on his left arm never healed, and the wound grew larger, and a few drops of blood flowed out of his arm as soon as he moved. The strip of cloth that was bandaged on his left arm had been changed many times.

"In the future, I will be able to concentrate on cultivating, improve my cultivation, and strive to reach the innate one heaven as soon as possible" For a month or so, he could only practice the "Innate Sixteen Styles" for more than an hour every day, and although his strength increased rapidly, the speed of opening up the meridians would definitely lag behind.

The cultivation of the "Sixteen Innate Styles" is to open up the meridians, and the increase in strength and the recovery of physical strength are only incidental.

Yang Qing smashed the ore in front of him with a long hammer, this ore was the size of a house, and Yang Qing had been smashing it with a long hammer for the past few days to complete his homework.

It's not that this piece of cold iron ore is good-looking and attracts Yang Qing, but he finds that this piece is much easier to smash than other cold iron ore.

There are subtle cracks in this piece of ore, and if you smash it hard along the cracks, you can peel off a piece with a dozen hammers.

"It feels different, and the sound is different" The long hammer fell on the large ore of this house, and the feeling was different from smashing other cold iron ores, and the sound of the hammer stone colliding was also different.

"Why is the sound getting more and more weird" As the stones peeled off, the long hammer smashed into the ore and made a 'empty, empty' sound, Yang Qing was strange, and the strength in his hand also increased a little.

The hammer fell again, and the hammer head smashed into the ore, and it fell down all at once, and a hole appeared in the ore. This hole was the size of a bath bucket for bathing, and the long hammer smashed into it, turning out the dust and debris, making Yang Qing feel like he had dug out a rat nest.

Suddenly, from the fluttering dust and debris, a wisp of black smoke rushed out, this black smoke was black and red, it was not very real in the night, the smoke turned into a streamer, directly drilled into Yang Qing's left arm, and disappeared.

Yang Qing didn't have time to react at all, and vaguely saw the smoke burrowing into his left arm, but he couldn't do anything.

"Moo......" Seeing the black smoke burrowing into his left arm, Yang Qing didn't have time to be afraid, his face suddenly turned pale without a trace of blood, and he sat down on the ground and let out a huge roar.

This roar, at first sound, sounded like a cow moo, but it had a monstrous majesty, and there was deep despair and endless sadness in the majesty.

This roar echoed in the mountains of Dongju, startling countless birds. Those powerful demon beasts of strength were all prostrate on the ground, trembling.

After Yang Qing let out this roar that was not like a human voice, he was stunned by the roar, lying on the ground, his face was colorless, and a few traces of black gas appeared from time to time.

A few colors of light flashed in the many stone houses, and more than a dozen people rose into the air, the light gradually weakened, and I saw the deacons in the cold iron mine area stepping on various magic weapons and staying in mid-air.

There are more than a dozen deacons of various kinds in the cold iron ore area, and the only ones who can usually meet are one or two, and all of them came out at this moment because of the thunderous cow moo.

The disciples who were resting in the stone house or cultivating all ran out to watch after hearing the cow moo, with curiosity and fear in their hearts.

"Yang Qing, what about Yang Qing" Lu Zhen and Tian Bo knew that Yang Qing was still in the mining area, and after throwing it out of the stone house, they searched around, shouting in a panic.

"There, where is Yang Qing" Lu Zhen was pleasantly surprised, seeing that there were no demon beasts around, and he didn't feel any danger, so he ran towards Yang Qing, and Tian Bo heard Lu Zhen's voice and saw Yang Qing.

"What's wrong with Yang Qing, I'm almost out of breath" Lu Zhen looked flustered, touched Yang Qing's snort, his anger was like a gossamer, his face was pale, and he was no longer conscious.

More than a dozen deacons saw that there were still people in the mining area, and they all flew into the sky above the mining area, and their bodies moved, and they fell from the magic weapons.

"What's going on" The old deacon who led Yang Qing and the others to the cold iron mine area held Yang Qing's wrist and said in surprise, "The essence and blood are lost, and the evil qi invades the body."

"Evil qi invades the body?" Lu Zhen and the others were all startled when they heard the old man's words, and their eyes stared straight at Yang Qing.

The evil qi enters the body, and a powerful immortal cultivator will be seriously ill if a small number of people are invaded, but what about Yang Qing?

"Carry him back, let's take a look" The old man sighed, let go of Yang Qing's wrist, and instructed Lu Zhen and the others.

Lu Zhen and the three didn't know what to do, so they had to carry Yang Qing and squeeze out of the onlookers as the old man said.

"What is this?" the old man came to the piece of ore that Yang Qing had just hammered, looking at the hollow, with a thoughtful look on his face.

In the cavity, there were scattered stones, fragments that resembled bones, and a layer of gray powder,

At this time, several dazzling sword lights flashed at the inner peak of the Imperial Wind Sect, and the sword lights flashed in all directions, as if they were patrolling the surroundings, and saw that everyone gathered in the cold iron ore area, and the sword light flashed vertically.

The sword light fell on the mining area of the cold iron mining area, and the sword light suddenly dissipated, and several men wearing purple brocade robes appeared, led by a young man with a face like purple jade, a cold expression, a majestic engraved between his eyebrows, a wide-sleeved placket and a standing collar, a purple brocade robe with hollow moire, and a jade dragon crown on his head.

The light of the flying swords under the feet of several men flowed, and with the sound of 'bang, bang', they disappeared.

"Is the roar coming from here?" the young man at the head of the group put his hands behind him, his eyes scanning everyone, his voice was flat but oppressive, ringing in everyone's ears.

Yang Qing was carried to the stone house by Lu Zhen and the others and placed on the bed. After the three of them had done this, they didn't know what to do next, and they all stood by the bed and watched uneasily.

Yang Qing didn't have any consciousness now, he was carried to the stone house and put on the bed, there was no reaction at all, his eyelids didn't move, and only a faint breath could prove that he was still alive.

"I just felt why Yang Qing's body was so cold, wasn't it..."Tian Bo shrank back and said with fear.

"Don't talk nonsense, you still have breathing, the cold body may be because of the bad qi" Qi Xiaohu shook his head, made a guess, and reached out to pick up the quilt and cover Yang Qing.

Lu Zhen saw Qi Xiaohu's movements, and hurriedly went to his bed to take off his quilt and cover Yang Qing with it.

Yang Qing's pale face still did not have a trace of blood, and sometimes there was black qi swimming through, and it was not a little better because of the quilt.

At the anxious moment of Lu Zhen and the others, the door of the stone house was opened, and several men in purple brocade robes walked in, and the old deacon also followed, standing behind the men in purple brocade robes.

"You three go out," the old deacon commanded Lu Zhen when he saw the three of them standing by the bed.

"Don't ask more, it's none of your business here, let's go out" The old deacon saw Lu Zhen open his mouth to say something, but without waiting for Lu Zhen to speak, he waved his hand lightly and asked them not to ask.

Lu Zhen and the others naturally knew this old deacon, and when they saw that he was going to stand behind those men in purple brocade robes, the identities of these people must be terrifying, and they didn't dare to ask more.

"Sect Master, this is the outer disciple who fainted" The old deacon, pointing at Yang Qing on the bed, bowed his head and said respectfully to the young man in the purple brocade robe.