Luo Sheng was very neat in his work. When Zhao Yang walked out of the mourning hall, the Hu family's mansion had already changed its lintel.

The big plaque has four big words "Qingyun Villa" written on it, and the following is "Hu Mansion".

Half of the ten disciples he brought with him when he came were on duty here and served as the defense of the Qingyun Sect Outer Court.

The powerful Qingyun Sect is not the disciple, but the sect leader Zhao Yang.

With Zhao Yang here, no one dared to make an idea in Qingyun Villa.

"Greatly send me the sect leader!" Hu Yifeng led the Hu family to bow and see him in front of the gate.

"Greatly send the Sect Master Zhao."

The family members of Qingyang Town also greeted them outside the door.

Zhao Yang didn't even pay attention to those aristocratic families, so he set up a sword light and flew away in the sky.

"Everyone, my Hu family, no, my Qingyun Outer Courtyard is still going to be mourned, so I won't leave you more."

Hu Yifeng looked at the heads of aristocratic families coldly, and turned around and turned around.

"Haha, everyone, I'm sorry." Hu Ji smiled, bowed his hand, and suddenly looked at Lu Tianxiong: "The head of the Lu family, I don't know if the marriage between the two families mentioned before is still counted? My Hu family is waiting for the bride to celebrate."

...

Zhao Yang fell down the sword light and waited outside the city. After a while, Luo Sheng and the remaining five disciples flew out of Qingyang Town.

"Luo Sheng, take your disciples back to the sect first, and I'll go to Yulan Mountain to take a look."

Although practitioners can avoid the fireworks of the world, they still need various geniuses to offer gifts.

Everyone has different experiences and different treasures. Some are useful themselves, while others are useless. Useless things are usually traded.

Those places where those who have been specially opened up for immortals to trade are the Immortals Market.

Yulan Mountain is 800 miles away, and it is also an immortal mountain full of immortal cultivation sects. The spiritual veins on the mountain are higher than those on Qingkong Mountain, and the sect is much stronger.

Zhao Yang went to Yulan Mountain mainly to the market there.

The layout of the Qingyun Villa in the Hu family is a long-term business, not really for the benefit of trade. In order to open the "secret realm", Zhao Yang still needs to make some preparations.

"Greatly send the sect leader." Luo Sheng bowed with his disciples, Zhao Yang nodded, and left gracefully in the sword light.

Eight hundred miles of beautiful mountains and rivers, for Zhao Yang, who is driving the sword light, it only takes an hour to sway.

This is the first time Zhao Yang has stepped outside the Qingkong Mountain since he was reborn.

As I saw along the way, there are still many mortals in this world. Even though the weather is hot at this time, there are still many people running on the avenue.

Seeing a towering fairy mountain ahead, with spiritual energy lingering on it, Zhao Yang pressed the sword light and landed in a valley.

When he appeared again, he was an ordinary body-refining monk wearing a simple long gown and a steel sword behind him.

At his age, most practitioners are still in the realm of body refining, and only some elites in the sect can step into refining energy.

Especially the sword light, it is even more amazing. Few people in the Qi Refining Period can master the sword escape, because the sword escape technique requires a clear sword heart to be achieved.

If Zhao Yang was still wearing a gorgeous robe and moving forward with the sword light, he would probably be alarmed by the entire Yulan Mountain.

It was early summer, and he did not use his spiritual power. He walked forward in the scorching sun, and his clothes were wet in a moment.

On the two-meter-wide road, there were carriages passing by from time to time, and the smoke and dust brought about were filled with it, which made Zhao Yang look all over his head. In a short while, he was already covered in dust.

But just strides like a mortal, it made him feel much more at ease than flying in the sky and hiding the earth.

Before he knew it, he felt his mood improved again.

"drive--"

"drive--"

Behind him, a galloping horse came, and Zhao Yang gave in to the roadside.

"Does go!"

With a soft shout, a long whip was thrown towards Zhao Yang's back.

Zhao Yang's heart moved slightly. The whip was very accurate, but he did not inject much force, so he knew the severity of the whip.

However, even if this whip does not have much power, Zhao Yang doesn't want to be hit this time.

He paused, rushed forward two steps, rolling into the ditch on the side of the road in a little embarrassed manner, covered in mud and water.

"Hello—"

"Ha ha--"

Looking at Zhao Yang's embarrassing appearance, the boy and girl who were racing by the horse behind burst into laughter and left.

Zhao Yang shook his head, simply washed the dust on his clothes by the ditch, and then slapped the water to wash his face.

Just as I was about to get up, a large four-wheeled carriage was parked next to the avenue.

The appearance of the carriage was just a little bigger, but Zhao Yang keenly saw that the frame was vaguely flashing on the door frame.

"My friend, don't go to your heart if you are making trouble at a child." The car window opened, and a middle-aged scholar in his forties poked his head out and said to Zhao Yang with a smile.

The scribe looked gentle, wearing a royal blue robe and a square scarf. In Zhao Yang's eyes, the smiling scribe seemed like a quiet volcano.

This is a master!

According to Zhao Yang's judgment, at least the peak of Qi refining, or even foundation building!

"It's okay, sir, go." Zhao Yang chuckled, poured cold water on his body a few times, and his body was filled with coolness.

Zhao Yang's actions were quite free and easy in the eyes of the scholar, and he immediately became more interested in Zhao Yang.

"You guys are going to Yulan Mountain? It's hot, so why not go with me." The scholar smiled and waved to Zhao Yang.

"Okay." Zhao Yang was not polite either. Two jumped and climbed into the carriage. When the driver saw Zhao Yang jumping into the carriage, his face changed, and then he reached out to pull the car door open.

Zhao Yang leaned into the carriage and felt cool all over. He didn't know if there were ice cubes or frost-like magic arrays in the carriage.

In addition to the middle-aged scholar, there were two girls seven or eight years old in the carriage. They were twins, pink and white, and two pairs of big eyes staring at Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang pulled a smile on his face and smiled at the two little girls.

"Puchi--"

The two little girls covered their mouths and smiled, and shrank back.

"I'm here to Zhao Yang, thank you for your kindness in taking the ride." Zhao Yang half-beared and bowed to the scholar.

The scholar waved his hand and said, "Young Master Zhao, if you knew that the girl who drove you into the ditch with a whip was my eldest daughter, you wouldn't be grateful to me."

Two little girls in the car looked at Zhao Yang and giggled.

"One code is converted into one code, so love has not hurt Zhao. The ride is affordable, so Zhao naturally still has to thank him." Zhao Yang said sincerely, and the scholar could feel that this was indeed what Zhao Yang thought.

The more this happens, the more curious the scholar is about Zhao Yang.

His eyes surging, and he felt that Zhao Yang's cultivation was constantly changing, and he looked like he was at the fifth and sixth level of body refining, and then he was at the fifth and sixth level of Qi. What surprised him even more was that Zhao Yang was suppressing a sword intent in his body.

Sword Intention!

After taking a closer look at Zhao Yang, I was sure that his appearance and age had not been concealed.

At this age, Changhe County has never seen such a person who can cover up his own cultivation and cannot even determine his martial arts, coupled with the invisible sword intent that can be restrained.

What's even more rare is that Zhao Yang is really like a mortal, and he is not angry when he encounters whipping. This kind of tempering of his mind is far from what he should have at this age.

Which sect’s descendants are traveling in the world, or is it a powerful man playing in the world?

Thinking of this, the scribe's face was even more kind: "I'm the one with the surname Li, the name is Shang, and the courtesy name is Wenxuan. This is the second daughter Jin'er and the third daughter Se'er."
Chapter completed!