Chapter 93 The heart of the sword is clear
Wang Dong looked at Ye Yang's bitter heart: "Let's be frank, Senior Brother Ye, the inner elixir of the ancient alien species is extremely important to me, I want you to give up this battle."
"This... I'm afraid it's not appropriate!"
Ye Yang thought in his heart.
"That depends on how much you can pay."
Wang Dong gritted his teeth: "Senior Brother Ye, this is the Gangsha Dragon and Tiger Fighting Method that my father has treasured for many years. It can condense the spirit of dragon and tiger, and it is amazingly powerful."
Wang Dong took out an ancient bamboo slip, with mottled colors, unusually old, and exuding the breath of time.
There are dragons and tigers on the outside, entangled up and down.
It looks extraordinary, and it seems to be the original, which is precious and cannot be compared with the copy.
Although this thing is precious, it is not what Ye Yang needs.
Now his wild spirit has reached a bottleneck. After obtaining the identity of Feitian Qizhen.
He can go to the Sutra Pavilion to exchange for the next level of Tianchan Babian and cultivate a wisp of Zhuchan swallowing the moon aura.
In addition, there are Fengshuang Sword Technique, Kurong Hand, Xiangmo Fist and Shaoyang Sword to practice, and he really has no energy to spare.
Seeing that Ye Yang seemed unmoved, Wang Dong said: "Or you can give me 5,000 spirit stones. You can buy whatever you want."
Ye Yang still shook his head: "Wang, you know that I am obsessed with practice and don't want to care about worldly affairs. The only thing I want is practice and immortality."
"Therefore... I want to exchange for a Wuyun Golden Pill!"
"Impossible!"
Wang Dong refused flatly, and then softened and said: "Brother, you know how precious the Wuyun Golden Pill is. Our sect can only have one every few years. Let alone I don't have it, even if I have it, I will never give it up."
Wuyun Golden Pill is something that is priceless.
Ye Yang just asked casually, and he knew that Wang Dong couldn't take it out.
Besides, his sect contribution points are almost gathered. If there is a chance, he can also exchange it from the sect.
This is also the reason why he often goes out to take tasks and earn contribution points.
"In that case, Junior Brother Wang doesn't have what I need." Ye Yang deliberately spoke, breaking down Wang Dong's psychological defenses and deliberately putting pressure on him. "Junior Brother Wang's fire skills are amazing, and with the guidance of Uncle Wang, although I practice both swords and swords, I only realized the Fengshuang sword technique "Years of Vicissitudes" some time ago. I'm afraid I can't really beat Junior Brother." Wang Dong didn't say anything. He had already investigated Ye Yang in depth before coming. He also talked with Li Bayuan, who had fought with Ye Yang many times, all night. He came to a fact that he couldn't believe. The person in front of him had been beating Li Bayuan since he was a child. But Li Bayuan felt that he was only one step away from him. He gambled with spirit stones every day to earn prizes. His strength was really terrifying. What he said, it would be a ghost. Ye Yang added: "If you really want to win, I have a way."
"I heard that Uncle Wang has a Red Maple Sword. I know it's precious, but if you are willing to exchange it, I have a piece of Red Flame Fire Iron that I can give to you."
After hearing what Ye Yang said, Wang Dong stood up and his first reaction was to refuse.
Later, he calmed down when he heard that Ye Yang still had a piece of Red Flame Fire Iron in his hand.
"This thing is precious, and it is also a treasure that my father has collected for many years. I need to go back and discuss it. However, do you really have Red Flame Fire Iron?"
Ye Yang nodded and took out a piece of irregular red stone from the storage bag.
This thing is exactly the material that Ye Yang got from the tomb of Fox Fairy Temple.
"It's really Red Flame Fire Iron."
Wang Dong's words trembled.
This thing is combined with the inner elixir of the ancient relic species, and what he is planning has a 70% to 80% chance of success.
Wang Dong showed a hint of excitement: "I'll go and ask my father."
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That night.
Ye Yang was teasing the Sun Chaser Turtle, which fluttered up and floated in the air.
It opened its mouth and spit out a ball of clear rain, watering the old persimmon tree in the yard.
Ye Yang heard footsteps and opened the door.
Wang Dong walked in with a yellow brocade wooden box in his hand.
"This turtle raised by my senior brother can actually fly. I think it is also a rare thing."
Wang Dong was amazed when he saw the black turtle hovering in the air.
Ye Yang smiled: "It is a monster I just cultivated. It is useless except for flying and eating."
Wang Dong looked at the black turtle for a few times and handed the sword box in his hand to Ye Yang:
"Senior brother, please look, this is the Red Maple Sword!"
Ye Yang was also a little surprised: "Did Uncle Wang agree?"
Wang Dong nodded: "My father said that this thing is precious and you should keep it well. He has a good impression of you. It is not a disgrace to give it to you."
Wang Dong opened the sword box,
and a vermilion sword appeared inside.
It is shaped like a maple leaf, with the longest part in the middle being the tip of the sword. The guard is decorated with white edges, and there are three red maple leaf-shaped crystals in the middle, pure as fire.
Swords can be red or white, red like blood, white like frost, and this sword is red, red like a woman's bright lips.
The sword originally belonged to a beautiful and sexy woman.
But the sword is a weapon for killing, and it is destined not to be beautiful.
In autumn, only maple leaves are fiery red, and in the world, there is only this red sword.
Red like hot lips, red like the sun, red like cinnabar, red like the fiery love in the eyes of lovers.
The sword light is not fast, but it is like the sun. When people see it, it has already fallen on them.
On the red sword, there is a line of very small words "Frost leaves are as red as February flowers".
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When Ye Yang saw it, he couldn't put it down.
This object is a magic weapon.
But the most precious thing is not the magical weapon, but the heart of the sword that it embodies.
In kendo, there are realms such as the differentiation of sword light, the sword becoming silk through practice, and the clarity of the sword's heart.
Many years ago, there was a mysterious and beautiful woman named Hongfeng in the land of immortality.
She practiced martial arts at the age of three, and reached the top of the mortal world at the age of twenty. However, at the age of eighty, she still could not touch the traces of immortals.
"Life is short and ends in dust. How come immortals can travel around the world, but we mortals can only be frogs in the well!"
At ninety, she was still unwilling to give in. She imprisoned herself on Hongfeng Mountain, thinking about it day and night, but still couldn't figure it out.
In the end, she threw herself into the sword, using her spine as the blade and the red maple as the sword. Before she died, she realized that she had the heart to pursue the sword.
Yifan killed the immortals and actually killed two warrior monks.
This sword has a great reputation.
Later, the sword was obtained by the Taoist Fire Master Wang Xijing by chance, but by that time, the Taoist Fire Master had finished tempering his evil spirit and entered the seventh level of martial arts.
This sword is of little use to him, but he loves it very much and collects it thoughtfully.
Ye Yang took the Red Maple Sword in his hand and waved it briefly. He felt that the sword's heart was bright. It seemed that there was only this sword left in the world and nothing else.
Not willing to give in! Soaring resentment!
Seeking immortality, lamenting the injustice of fate, and cursing the unfair circumstances of life.
A lifetime, a thought, a sigh of life and death.
Time flies, time flies by, and a mortal life is like the sadness of vegetation in autumn.
She had no choice but to turn her anger into a sword and strike at life and the sky.
She gave up everything, even her life, just to get the heart of the sword.
This is her way!
Ye Yang has only initially mastered the first realm of Sword Immortal, Sword Light Differentiation.
He could only divide the green bamboo sword in his hand into three swords. After coming into contact with the red maple sword, an indescribable feeling came to his heart.
Kill the Immortal! Kill the Immortal! Kill the Immortal!
We are not pigs, dogs, cows and horses, our desires are going straight to the sky!
When Ye Yang woke up again, he realized that the sword in his hand could be divided into seven handles! (In Chapter 90, one sword turned ten shadows was a mistake. Thanks to book friend Zi Ruhong for correcting it, it has been corrected. Previously, it was one sword turning three.)
Cultivation level increased greatly.
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The third day.
Ye Yang and Wang Dong met in the ring.
However, the two of them had already made an agreement on the outcome in private.
Ye Yang used the green bamboo sword and wind and frost knife skills to fight Wang Dong.
In the middle of the battle, he pretended to be injured by Wang Dong's Wolf Smoke Poisonous Fire Gourd, surrendered and left the ring.
This battle can be said to be evil.
People who are familiar with Ye Yang's strength, such as Li Bayuan and Yan Qingying, find it incredible.
At the same time, he was also secretly shocked by how powerful Wang Dong was.
It's just that the two of them frowned, and they really couldn't understand why Ye Yang lost so quickly.
Only Dugu Qiang, who was cold and silent, looked at Ye Yang's leaving back and wondered what he was thinking.
What Ye Yang wants now is to break through to the warrior realm.
You won’t waste too much time on things that are not necessary in the early stage.
Therefore, he did not go to watch the next battle.
Anyway, he has obtained the title of Feitian Qizhen, no matter how good others achieve, it has nothing to do with him.
The battle for the Feitian Seven Realms slowly came to an end amidst the fierce cheers of many disciples.
Wolf Smoke and Poisonous Fire - Wang Dong, Beautiful Bone Rose - Zhu Mange, Flying Tiger - Li Bayuan.
The two masters of swords and swords - Ye Yang, the one who pays attention - Dugu Spear, the Li family's fire blade - Li Nian, and another deacon who is not very outstanding on weekdays, but has become a blockbuster and a late bloomer.
Refining Corpse Clothes——Zhang Xing.
This man is quite old. He left his discipleship many years ago and became the deacon of the first mine. His cultivation has reached the ninth level of ventilation, and he has worked hard to practice the rigor mortis cloth technique.
This person has great perseverance and has trained himself into a poisonous zombie.
With countless white corpse clothes flying around his body, it was extremely terrifying. He managed to survive until the end and won the title of the Seventh Feitian.
However, in the subsequent fight, he encountered Li Bayuan, who was extremely powerful and good at wielding heavy weapons. He accidentally broke his ribs and ended up in the top seven.
It is worth mentioning that although Li Nian was defeated by Zhu Mange, he quickly defeated several powerful disciples and joined the ranks of the Seven True Masters.
Yan Qingying's luck was a little worse. After losing to Li Bayuan, she drew the Dugu Spear and was defeated by the Dugu Spear in one move.
Today is the last battle for the Feitian Seven Realms.
In addition to getting the first place title, the winner can also become the disciple of the Great Elder Mo Niansheng and obtain the inner elixir of the six-winged fire centipede, an ancient alien species.
The two sides in the duel are also attracting attention.
On one side is Wang Dong, who is well-known in the Feitian Sect and has awakened the Xuanjie's destiny "Wolf Smoke, Poisonous Fire Gourd".
On the other side is the lone gun who was previously unknown and suddenly rose up like a dark horse.
Such a battle attracted the attention of countless people, and even Ye Yang came to the stage to watch.
Ye Yang found that except for the leader Gu Xuan who was away on business, all the other King Kongs had arrived.
Even the Great Elder Mo Niansheng was sitting on the high platform, looking at the two people confronting each other in the field, wondering what he was thinking.
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The wind blew, the war drums beat, and there was no rain or thunder, but the two men facing each other were facing each other, intent on killing each other with one strike.