Chapter 1192 Attack
Time flies, and another half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.
One day, Ye Chunyang spread out his hands, and an illusory wave in his palm floated up and down. He raised his hand casually, and the teacup on the table immediately flew into the air.
"The progress is pretty good. I have broken through to the eighth level of Qi Refining and expelling things."
Ye Chunyang retracted the wave in his palm and was satisfied.
By ripening spiritual herbs to make pills, Ye Chunyang's cultivation level has improved by leaps and bounds. It takes at least ten or even more than ten years for ordinary people to go from the first level to the eighth level of Qi Refining, but he can reach it in just over a month. If others saw this scene, they would be shocked.
"Although I have made continuous breakthroughs during this period, I have consumed a lot of medicinal materials. It seems that I have to go to Yunbao Tower again. I promised Cheng Ye to make pills for me, but I don’t know if he has gathered all the medicinal materials?"
Ye Chunyang touched his chin and thought for a moment, then got up and walked out.
Leaving the courtyard all the way, he found that there were a few eyes staring at this place around him. Ye Chunyang didn't care about it and quickly left the Nie family.
Lindu City is a big city in Yinyue Country, and there are many small Taoist temples and sects. However, the four great families of Han, Qi, Nie and Chen are the ones with real background. It is said that the emperor of Yinyue Country once invited the four great families to serve in the palace, but they were rejected repeatedly.
The fact that they dared to ignore the majesty of the royal family shows the amazing strength of these four great families.
Of course, immortal cultivators pursue immortality and have always disdained the rights of the mortal world, unless some casual cultivators who are greedy for the secular world would do so.
Ye Chunyang walked slowly along the street, and the sky suddenly darkened.
He stopped and looked up, with a slight smile on his face.
"Have you two followed me for so long just to set up this Nine Yin Smoke and Cloud Formation?"
As Ye Chunyang finished speaking, the surroundings became extremely quiet. No one was seen in the street, only thick smoke filled the air, exuding a sense of cold and dead silence.
Not far away, two figures in black robes stood there, staring at him with a sneer on their faces.
"You can actually see through the Nine Yin Smoke and Cloud Formation, you have quite a good eye." A square-faced man chuckled.
"It's just a small formation, you can't even reach 30% of the fire, but you want to hide it from my eyes, it's ridiculous." Ye Chunyang rolled his eyes with disdain.
These two people are only two tenth-level Qi Refining. Although he doesn't know why they ambushed him, this level of cultivation is really not enough in his eyes.
The two looked at each other, and their faces became gloomy.
"Do it!"
The square-faced man shouted, and the two immediately dispersed, stepping like ghosts, leaving no trace under the smoke, and the next moment they approached Ye Chunyang.
"Clang!"
A cold light cut through the sky, and the square-faced man appeared in front of Ye Chunyang with a ferocious face, and the sharp sword pointed directly at his throat, and the move was as fast as lightning.
Ye Chunyang sneered, without dodging, and stretched out two white fingers.
The long sword in the square-faced man's hand was clamped by Ye Chunyang's finger, and could not move forward at all.
Just as he was about to retract his sword, a surging force suddenly hit his chest like a volcano. There was a crisp sound of "crackling", and the square-faced man vomited blood and flew back on the spot.
The square-faced man covered his chest and climbed up with difficulty, his eyes full of horror, "Didn't they say that this kid was a waste of the third level of Qi Refining? How could he be so powerful? It seems that the information is wrong!"
The other black-robed man also changed his face, and slapped his Qiankun bag with one hand, and a square object emerged out of thin air.
This object is similar to a brick, with golden flowers all over the body, emitting waves of spiritual pressure. It is not an ordinary weapon, but a magic weapon.
The black-robed man made a magic seal with his hands, muttered something, and the brick's brilliance surged, and he slapped it hard on Ye Chunyang's face.
Under the fierce spiritual energy, Ye Chunyang's clothes were shaken, but his footsteps did not move.
The black-robed man was very proud. This was a magical weapon that could easily crush mortal weapons. This kid dared not dodge. He would definitely crush it into a meat pie.
However, before the black-robed man could smile, his expression suddenly froze.
Ye Chunyang grabbed with one hand, and a huge palm print appeared in the air. He grabbed the gold brick just after it fell, and then gently squeezed it.
"Bang!"
The light splashed, and the gold brick turned into powder in an instant.
"It's just a low-level magical weapon. It's really not worth my eyes." Ye Chunyang patted the debris on his hand and looked at the black-robed man with a sneer.
The black-robed man was horrified. This magical weapon was given by Senior Zhou before he left. It contained infinite power, but Ye Chunyang crushed it with his bare hands.
He was shocked and was about to cast a spell again, but a black shadow flashed in front of him, and then a pain of severe rupture of the five internal organs came, and his body flew far away and fell beside the square-faced man.
The two looked at each other in horror, and quickly got up and turned to flee.
"Want to leave?"
Ye Chunyang stomped his feet and appeared behind the two men, pressing his hands left and right, grabbing their heads like lightning, and a huge spiritual consciousness rushed over.
"Searching the soul!"
Feeling the huge spiritual consciousness invading their minds, the two men were horrified, and then a fierce look flashed on their faces. With two "bangs", their bodies suddenly exploded.
Ye Chunyang's heart sank.
He wanted to use the soul search technique to see who instructed them, but now there is no clue at all.
"Huh?"
At this moment, his eyes condensed.
The two men each had a black token hanging on their waists, with the shape of a light tower painted on it, faintly emitting a forbidden wave, but with the death of the two men, the content of the ban also dissipated.
Ye Chunyang frowned. The two black-robed men would not kill him for no reason. There must be a reason.
He then put away the token and left.