As the sun set, the sky gradually darkened. Yang Feng walked out of the hut with a slightly pale face. Through the window, he could see Yang Yuling sleeping with steady breathing, and there was no cold air emanating from his body.
"Is your sister's condition stable?"
In the courtyard, Murong Fu sat on a bamboo chair and asked softly.
"It is temporarily stable, but the cold poison has penetrated deep into the bone marrow. Although the Yanlong Pill has strong medicinal properties, it can only temporarily suppress the cold poison."
Murong Fu frowned and asked in confusion: "Since Donglaishan wants your sister's body, why did he poison her?"
Speaking of Donglai Mountain, Yang Feng's face was full of killing intent. When he condensed the third sword embryo and advanced further, he would definitely kill this scourge with his own hands.
"The soul of Donglaishan has been out of the body for too long, and it will reject the yang energy of human beings. It is okay to possess it for a short time. If you want to completely integrate the body, you need to let the soul adapt to the yang energy of human beings, so you need cold poison to suppress the human body.
Yang Qi, once his spirit and body merge, and his cultivation improves, he will be able to drive away the cold poison."
Murong Fu's thoughts swirled and he continued to ask: "Since Donglaishan can get rid of the cold poison through practice, your sister should be able to do the same."
"no."
Yang Feng's expression became more and more gloomy. Although there were many cultivation methods in his memory, most of them were mundane. If he could hold himself to death, he would be the best in heaven. When he first set foot in the world of mountains and seas, he had already entered the way of swordsmanship. In addition to the practice methods of swordsmanship, he also had
I really haven’t set my sights on anything else,
The poisons that came from the east to the mountains can only be removed from the body by the cultivation techniques of the mountains and seas. In the end, the heaven-level techniques cannot escape the ordinary world.
"Big shopkeeper, I am willing to exchange one heaven-level elemental technique for fifty xuan-level and ten earth-level pure Yang elixirs."
Now the only way Yang Feng can think of is to use elixirs to temporarily suppress the toxicity, and find a suitable practice method by himself. Although the chance is slim, he must try it.
Murong Fu's fat face tightened, and he said with a wry smile: "Your Majesty, you think of Jubaofang as the royal treasure house. I can still think of a way to get the Xuan-level elixirs. The ten earth-level elixirs must be pure Yang elixirs."
, it’s not easy to find.”
This is not because Murong Fu wants to raise the price. There are very few people who can refine earth-level elixirs, and there are even fewer earth-level pure Yang elixirs in the world.
"I'll do my best."
Earth level pure yang elixirs are hard to find, but Murong Fu still managed to assemble fifty Xuan level pure yang elixirs. Heaven level Yuan Shu can be exchanged for Xuan level pure yang elixirs. The business here will definitely make a profit.
"Thank you very much."
As he spoke, Yang Feng took out a secret book with still wet ink from his arms and handed it to Murong Fu.
"What is recorded here is a low-level heaven-level elemental technique, but if it is practiced by someone who practices the true meaning of space, the power it can exert is almost as powerful as a mid-level heaven-level one."
Looking at the sword skills marked in the secret book, Murong Fu glanced behind him thoughtfully. He could feel the heavy breathing of the sword slave behind him. Yang Feng's heaven-level elemental skill was simply tailor-made for the sword slave.
Of course Yang Feng did this deliberately, and the Sword Slave was kind to him for saving his life. If he hadn't used space to suppress him, he would have probably died of exhaustion. This Yuan Shu should be regarded as a thank you gift.
"Your Majesty, you kill two birds with one stone, you are really unkind."
Although Murong Fu was complaining, the smile on his face had already betrayed him.
In just a few days, he has obtained two Heavenly Elemental Techniques from Yang Feng, which is absolutely unheard of.
"Ling'er can't leave for the time being. I may have to rest here tonight."
The toxicity in Yang Yuling's body has just been suppressed. If he moves casually, the suppressed toxins may become active again under the guidance of Qi and blood. Yang Yuling cannot get out of bed until the effect of the Yanlong Pill is fully exerted and the toxicity is stably suppressed.
"No problem, it is Jubaofang's honor that the heir apparent of the Yang family rests here."
After saying that, Murong Fu waved his hand and asked the waiter to arrange Yang Feng's accommodation.
After Yang Feng left, Murong Fu looked through the Heavenly Elemental Technique in his hand, and then threw the secret book to the sword slave.
"I will give you one day to memorize the contents and learn the sword skills. The secret book must be returned after one day. If you haven't learned it yet, you must follow the rules."
The sword slave held the secret book smoothly and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you, young master, for the gift!"
"Go ahead, I'll sit here alone for a while."
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In the room, Yang Feng took a shower and put on dry clothes, then sat in front of Yang Yuling's bed and gently stroked her forehead.
"Girl, don't worry, I will definitely have a way to save you!"
The candlelight flickered, and Yang Feng unconsciously fell into a deep sleep leaning against the wall.
He was exhausted from the hard fighting for days, especially after he understood the Sword Domain and became obsessed with it, which consumed a huge amount of his energy. If it weren't for suppressing the toxins in Yang Yuling's body, he would have fallen asleep long ago.
Light snores echoed in the room, and a breeze blew through and extinguished the candles in the room.
In the consciousness space, Yang Feng did not see the figure of the old man when he appeared this time. The bamboo raft floated quietly on the long river of time. Without the cynicism of the old man, Yang Feng felt a little lonely in his heart.
Although the old man is unforgiving, he is also a master of swordsmanship. It is also a pleasure to practice swordsmanship with him, but now he is the only one left.
After sighing, Yang Feng began to practice his sword skills by himself.
"Just this kind of swordsmanship? I never thought an ant like you could live to see me."
Suddenly, a disdainful laugh rang out, and Yang Feng subconsciously turned around and stabbed him with his sword.
"Ding!"
There was a crisp sound, and the long sword shattered, and the huge shock force caused Yang Feng's jaw to open.
Only then did Yang Feng see a crutch sword floating behind him.
The sword is purple-red all over, with endless murderous intent condensed on the blade. The rich smell of blood lingers on the hilt, giving people the illusion of an evil ghost Shura. Yang Feng could not help but squint his eyes due to such strong murderous intent.
"Ant, do you dare to swing your sword at me?"
Suddenly, a breathtaking red light emitted from the hilt of the sword. Yang Feng felt that the scene in front of him was blurred. A tall figure with an ugly and ferocious face, and the aura around him as if the heaven and earth had descended. An oppressive monster emerged towards him.
Reach out and grab it.
"break!"
Yang Feng held up a long sword and appeared in his palm. The blade of the sword thrust out and hit the monster's palm. The next moment, the huge force instantly shattered the long sword. When Yang Feng tried to dodge again, a creepy feeling surged out from the bottom of his heart.
, the surrounding space was condensed by monsters, Yang Feng was like a prisoner nailed to the death row, and could only watch death coming.
"ah!"
There was a loud shout, and the monster dispersed. He was still standing on the boat, his clothes were soaked and dripping, his face was pale and livid, and his hands were still shaking uncontrollably.
He has faced too many deaths and has long been indifferent to death, but the hallucination just now penetrated his heart and brought out the fear that he had buried for a long time.
"Who are you?"
Yang Feng panted heavily and looked at the sword with solemn eyes.
The old man's methods are biased towards the real world. There is really no way to cause any harm to himself in this mysterious space, but the sword in front of him can actually break the barriers of people's hearts and evoke the deepest fears in people's hearts. This kind of mental destruction may really be possible.
Let yourself die here.
"You deserve to know who I am? Get out of here now, this will be my territory from now on!"
As he spoke, the sword slashed out diagonally, and scarlet light flashed past. Yang Feng subconsciously turned sideways to avoid it. The scarlet light instantly split the long river of time. At the same time, countless time gravels turned into nothingness, which meant that countless timelines were erased.
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Yang Feng broke into a cold sweat when he saw it. A timeline represented all living beings in the world of mountains and seas and the mortal world, and even included other worlds. Billions of living beings were wiped out by the slash of the sword.
"Why don't you get out yet?"
Guaijian made a threatening sound again. Yang Feng frowned, knowing that he was no match for Guaijian. Yang Feng would not stay here to die. Without saying a word, he gradually faded out of consciousness.
When the consciousness space fell into dead silence, a child walked out of the crutch, with a proud smile on his immature face like a naughty child after playing a prank: "I scared away another one. I have long said that I am the strongest in Chaos!"
After exiting the consciousness space, Yang Feng opened his eyes and it was already three o'clock in the sky outside. Yang Feng turned his head and looked at Yang Yuling, whose breathing was steady and the cold poison had been completely stabilized. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. The shadow of the crutch sword just now was in his mind.
I didn't even see what sword intention the crutch sword contained before I was driven out. With my own character, I couldn't hold on. If it were anyone else who faced the crutch sword, they would probably have a mental breakdown in an instant. Although I could reverse time.
His cultivation has declined, but his character has not changed.
"One sword has destroyed hundreds of millions of creatures. Is it a magic sword?"
Yang Feng murmured to himself. Although he didn't know why the magic sword appeared on the bamboo raft like the old man, he was sure that this magic sword was much more difficult to offend than the old man. He wanted to get under his nose.
When practicing swordplay, you must be mentally prepared to be struck to death by a sword.
"Brother, where is this?"
While Yang Feng was deep in thought, Yang Yuling stretched out and hugged Yang Feng's arm tightly.
"We are in Jubaofang. Yesterday you were captured by a bad guy. It was the big shopkeeper and brother of Jubaofang who saved you."
Yang Yuling tilted her head thoughtfully, then a trace of panic flashed in her eyes and she pulled Yang Feng's arm and said loudly: "Brother, let's go quickly, there is someone here who wants to kill you, he is so powerful!"
Yang Feng knew that the person Yang Yuling was talking about was Sword Slave, and then he touched her little head and said: "Okay, okay, let's go home. My parents are probably waiting impatiently."
Coming out of the living room, the servant brought breakfast and handed a porcelain to Yang Feng.
"Your Majesty, the big shopkeeper asked me to give this to you before he retreated to recuperate."
Yang Feng opened the bottle, and a wave of heat hit his face.
After sealing the mouth of the bottle again, Yang Feng nodded with a smile and said, "Help me say thank you to the big shopkeeper. I'll come back to visit him when he recovers from his injury."
The five Xuan-level pure Yang elixirs in the bottle were enough to help Xiao Yuling live for half a year. Being able to transfer five Xuan-level pure Yang elixirs in one night meant that Murong Fu was busy all night last night.
"Let's go home!"
Yang Feng stopped eating breakfast, picked up Yang Yuling and ran out the door.
