After returning from the market, Tang Yang looked at the dark iron blocks he bought from the old man in the stone room. What made Tang Yang strange was that he always felt good, but why did he feel that the dark iron block in front of him in the market was a bit unusual? Now it seems that there is nothing special. Did he feel that he was wrong?

Tang Yang was full of doubts, touched his fingers lightly, and felt a cold feeling at the beginning, and he gently pinched it.

"The texture is pretty good, it just gives me an unreal feeling?" After looking at it for a while, I couldn't tell the reason.

With the idea of ​​a bold attempt, my fingers surrounded the Qi, gently touched it with my fingertips, injecting spiritual energy into it,

"Bang~" A scene that made Tang Yang stunned appeared. The iron block actually made a light sound, and a circle of debris fell, revealing a black rotten wood. Tang Yang was stunned and then roared.

"Damn, this old man actually used the hidden dirt to deceive me." The fallen debris is the favorite thing some bad vendors use. This kind of soil is a useless person, but it is often used to deceive those who are not good at eyes. If they have high strength, they can naturally see the flaws, but Tang Yang is now too low.

"I dare to lie to me. I will break the old man's legs next time I meet me." Although this is taking advantage of Tang Yang's greed for cheapness, Tang Yang still feels a little angry.

"Since this is a fake, it must be not a good thing. Damn, I was so angry today. I suffered two losses in a row," Zishi picked up the almost rotten wooden block on the table and threw it hard to vent his anger.

"Ba," unexpectedly, the wooden block was not broken...

"The broken wood is not broken? Hey, there seems to be a word on it." Tang Yang was surprised. Although he just threw it casually, his strength was definitely not small. With curiosity, he picked up the wooden block and saw that there was a simple and magnificent "Ling" character behind the wooden block.

"Is this a token?" Tang Yang looked around and shook his head, "There was no token made of wood," he said to himself, "I really thought of the treasure, but this piece of wood fell to the ground and did not break, which was a bit strange.

Anyway, I suffered two losses today, and it was nothing to break a piece of wood of unknown origin. I condensed a white gale blade and slashed it on the wooden block, but this time I didn't even make a sound. The gale blade was safe and sound, as if it hadn't slashed on it.

"I don't have the energy to do it, come again." I still had some reservations just now. This time, Tang Yang cut out three rays of wind blades in a row, and the wooden blocks were still safe and sound.

Finally he picked up the treasure. Tang Yang secretly rejoiced, "It seems that this time is right. He should be a treasure, but he just doesn't know what to do." He murmured himself, and Tang Yang carefully put away the mysterious wood.

"Bang bang bang" There were sounds of knocking on the door outside.

Who would come after this? He was full of doubts, but Tang Yang walked out of the stone chamber.

Outside the yard was a young man with sword-eyed eyebrows and starry eyes and white clothes, giving people a feeling of being extraordinary. His uncle's son, Tang Hongdao, is now the first person in the younger generation of the Tang family.

"It's so late, I wonder what Brother Hongdao has to give me?" Tang Yang said with a slight smile.

Although the person in front of me is the son of his uncle, he has no good feelings for him. Two years ago, when he was extremely talented, the person in front of me was extremely disgusted with him. When his cultivation level was not improved, he became even worse and often took the lead in rejecting him. Therefore, it would be fake to say that he had any affection with him.

"Did you beat Tang?" Tang Hongdao didn't care about Tang Yang's tone.

"Yes, what? Is there any problem?" Tang Yang*'s answer.

"You also took his white spirit stone this month?"

"Yes, I took it away, two, he is so generous." He expected that he would ask this question, Tang Yang*.

"Take it" Tang Hongdao stretched out a hand,

"What? What do you want?" Tang Yang was not surprised by this action, his tone was not turbulent.

"Don't pretend to be stupid. I have limited patience. Take his white spirit stone." Tang Hongdao was slightly angry, his tone a little impatient.

"Oh, Bai Ling Stone, I've refined it." Tang Yang's face was still not blushing and his heart was not beating.

"Fuck it, it will take at least ten days to refine two white spirit stones in the third level of body quenching. Just refine two white spirit stones in such a short time, who are you going to miss?"

"I'm so awesome. Besides, why should I give it to you if I won?"

Tang Yang wanted to laugh a little. He actually wanted to go back in one or two sentences. He was too confident and happy.

"Okay, okay, do you think you are lawless when you reach the third level of body tempering? Do you think you are lawless when you are in the Tang family?" Tang Hongdao laughed furiously. It seemed that he didn't know what he had made about his breakthrough.

"Haha, I dare not be lawless, it's just that it's not your turn to teach me a lesson." Tang Yang was also a little scared. If this cheap cousin was going to be unfavorable to him and living in a side manner, it would be really difficult to deal with.

"You just keep jumping around. I'll let you jump around for a while. By then, the younger generation will not be able to protect you from martial arts." Tang Hongdao did not say much, and stomped his feet and left the place with a cold face.

"The seventh level of body tempering?" Seeing the clear footprints left by Tang Hongdao stomping his feet, Tang Yang looked solemn.

Now there is not much time to sigh at how big the gap between him and the other party is. He raised his eyebrows and Tang Yang returned to the stone chamber again, holding the white spirit stone in his hand to refine it. The most urgent thing now is strength. His current goal is to win the first place in martial arts performances.

The Xuanqing Mountains are just outside Xuanqing City, like three barriers, surrounding the north and south of Xuanqing City, leaving only the east to the outside world. In front of you is a huge mountain range, and at first glance, it is difficult to see the outermost border. From time to time, there are waves of roars from the mountains, and there are also figures of various monsters and even spiritual beasts walking around.

"This is the place I will explore in the next period of time." Taking a deep breath, Tang Yang carefully walked along the mountain road and groped at the edge.

This mountain range used to be with people from the clan. At that time, there were many people and strong strength, so they were not afraid of anything. But now they are alone, and an intermediate monster can be enough to drink a pot by themselves, so Tang Yang did not dare to be arrogant.

After wandering around the edge for a while, I finally gritted my teeth and entered it with "finding wealth and honor".

It was not until the sky was getting late that I stopped. The jungle was dense when I saw it. Now, there were basically trees around me from nearly a hundred years. Looking at the traces nearby, there should be not many people coming here. You can already see some low-level monsters that do not have intelligence in the distance.

"Roar~huhhhh~~"

"Huh?" Realizing that there was something behind him, he suddenly turned around and saw a monster. The monster was huge, more than two meters tall, and looked like a pig. Its two white and yellow fangs grew beside its mouth. The most peculiar thing was that the monster had a sharp horn with a cold light on its forehead, and its red eyes were staring at it tightly, and its stinky pig's mouth kept dripping with saliva.

"Low-level sharp-horned demon pig?" Tang Yang breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this was just a low-level monster.

In this world, before monsters transform into real spirit beasts, they must evolve from low to middle to high, and these three levels are equivalent to the body tempering of human cultivation, but they are called differently.

The Wind Breaking Sword was taken out from the storage chain, and the spiritual energy rushed in. The two tiger eyes on the hilt of the sword suddenly emitted a faint light. "Drink", the wind blade slashed out and swept forward.

"Ding~" The sharp-horned demon pig used its sharp horns to repent this gale blade. The huge force shocked the huge pig body to retreat continuously.

"Roar~~" The demon pig was in pain and ran forward roaring. However, Tang Yang's figure was approaching, waving the wind-slaying sword, and slashing towards his head.

"Bang" The demon pig turned his head and cut the wind sword to the sharp corner.

"Hiss" felt the severe pain at the tiger's mouth, and Tang Yang couldn't help but snorted coldly, looked at the huge creature in front of him carefully, and thought about it.

"Gathering stars, flashing stars" body movements started, and one flashed to the back of the demon pig, and the sword of the wind slashed and stabbed the demon pig's thick hind legs.

"Hang~" With a roar, the demon pig pressed towards this side, used the stars to flash again, and came to the other side, used the same trick again, stabbed the front leg again, and did several times. Tang Yang stabbed the wind sword into the neck of the sharp-horned demon pig, and his spiritual power poured in. He cut his hand across, and the huge pig head was separated from the pig's body.

With a dull sound, the pig fell to the ground and its vitality dissipated. The sharp-horned demon pig became the first spoil Tang Yang entered the Xuanqing Mountains.

Based on the principle of not wasting, fire was set up on the spot and the demon pig's meat was roasted. Tang Yang recalled the battle he had just experienced and looked for a place he could improve.
Chapter completed!