It was dawn the next day.
It's a new day again.
But the battle that took place in the 18th Street last night has spread throughout Qushan City.
"I didn't expect that Yang Ning would appear in that place last night..."
"The Qushan tribe actually got the Nine Secrets. Who else can win it?"
"Snatch it? You're overthinking it. How is it possible?"
"However, last night, Qu Shanhong was finally forced to ask for help from his family..."
"Many disciples from powerful forces have died..."
"Doesn't it mean that the Qushan tribe has offended a lot of people?"
"Annoying? That's for sure."
"I guess it won't be long before this Qushan City will become a real meat grinder..."
"I seem to have seen the blood and bones..."
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Last night's battle had a far-reaching impact.
Although Qu Shanhong attacked forcefully, he could not withstand the large number of people. In the end, he had no choice but to ask the tribe for help.
The Qushan tribe was still strong, and actually touched nearly twenty mountain-building realm experts, crushing them all the way, and saved Qu Shanhong from the chaos.
It can be said that there were countless casualties in the battle last night.
While the Qushan tribe obtained the Nine Secrets, they also got into trouble with many powerful forces.
The Sixteen Countries in Surabaya jointly declared that only the younger generation was allowed to compete for unique skills. However, the Qushan tribe last night not only sent out the strong men of the older generation, but also killed many leaders of the big forces.
Sure enough, at dawn the next day, many cultivators had gathered in front of the Qushan tribe.
They denounced the Qushan tribe and ignored the joint declaration of the Sixteen Countries in Surabaya, blatantly destroying it and making people and gods angry.
"Hand over the Nine Secrets, otherwise..."
"Give my disciple his life, otherwise..."
"Give the world justice, otherwise..."
Overnight, the Qushan tribe actually became the public enemy of many cultivators of the Qushan tribe.
In the sky above the City Lord's Mansion, Su Anyuan watched everything and murmured to himself: "I don't think Yang Ning will grow up, but he will still have this skill. It's really..." Su Anyuan racked his brains, as if he didn't know how to describe it. Three words finally came out: "It's so crazy..."
Su Anyuan watched many cultivators denounce the Qushan tribe, and finally made up his mind, saying: "It seems that I have to cooperate, otherwise Yang Ning's hard work will be in vain..."
Su Anyuan floated down, came to his study room, wrote furiously, and quickly finished each letter.
"Someone is coming..."
The door opens.
"Send these letters to the address above as soon as possible."
"yes……"
The letter was taken away, and in the study, Su Anyuan said to himself: "Now that the fire has been lit, I will add some firewood to it..."
Because Yang Ning handed over the Ninth Secret last night, this private house has become the quietest place in Qushan City at this time.
After a night of recovery, Yang Ning and Yang Pi could no longer see any signs of injury.
"Yang Ning, it's really you who made this scene..."
"It's a joke..."
Yang Ning smiled slightly.
The scene last night was all planned by Yang Ning. He first took the initiative to provoke and find Qu Shanhong, and then used Yang Pi's defeat to let Yang Pi appear. Taking advantage of Yang Pi's defeat, he handed over the Nine Secrets and let Qu Shanhong Become the target of public criticism.
Because of the relationship between many practitioners, and with the help of Qu Shanhong, the Qushan tribe broke the declaration of the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya.
Now, the Qushan tribe can be said to be the public enemy of the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya. Even if you are strong and powerful, facing the entire Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya, even if you have the means to protect the entire clan, it is impossible. .
It has to be said that so far, Yang Ning's plan can be said to be very successful.
The Qushan tribe has become the center of the entire whirlpool, and countless forces are revolving around the Qushan tribe.
"It is estimated that the Qushan tribe will face various pressures in a few days. Brother Pizi, in the past few days, if you understand the art of war, we can avenge the village."
Although all forces are now denouncing the Qushan tribe, they still need a few days of buffering time if they want to make a difference. After all, all the major forces are coming from the younger generation. If they want to face the Qushan tribe, they are still far behind. Some.
Looking at the fierce denunciation, it still has no effect. In order for the real battle to begin, the support team of these forces needs to arrive before it can break out.
Yang Pi nodded, understanding what Yang Ning meant. Revenge requires two people to do it personally. This is considered revenge.
At this moment, the Qushan tribe was faced with denunciation from all sides. After explaining that it was useless, they had no choice but to stay in retreat.
In Qu Shanhou's mansion, despite facing denunciations from all sides, Qu Shanhong still became a hero of the Qushan tribe and was directly appointed as the heir of the Qushan tribe by Qu Shanrong.
At this moment, Qu Shanrong led Qu Shanhong to the bottom of the main hall.
A very large secret room. This secret room can even be described as an underground palace. It was very grand, actually occupying almost half of Qushanhou Mansion.
The heavy stone door opened, and a gloomy atmosphere came out. Although the upper part was covered with illuminated luminous pearls, the ground was still blood-red and extremely bloody.
Qu Shanhong was awestruck, was this the place where his ancestors had been practicing in seclusion?
The ancestor of the Qushan tribe has always been an enigmatic figure in the Qushan tribe. He is not only the founding father of the Liuyun Kingdom, but also the founder of the Qushan Marquis Mansion. He has always been extremely mysterious. Unexpectedly, the family's martial arts have reached this point. kind of situation.
The blood red everywhere is the Blood Mist Technique passed down by the Qushan tribe.
Looking around, there is a red light. Under the reflection of the luminous pearl on the top, it looks like a sea of blood, full of gloom and terror.
After a square, there is a long staircase. At the top of the steps, a back figure was sitting quietly, without any movement, as if it were a dead person. The blood red around it was spread out from the back figure, expanding to the surroundings.
"Ancestor."
Qu Shanrong bowed respectfully.
Qu Shanhong knelt down, facing the back above him, and knelt down respectfully.
"What's the matter?" His voice was hoarse and dry, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time. The voice from behind sounded again: "Didn't I say, nothing happens, don't disturb me..."
The voice was deep and a little angry.
"Ancestor, our tribe has obtained one of the nine secrets..."
"What?" The silhouette rose up in the air and came to Qu Shanrong in an instant. His eyes widened, as if his hearing was wrong, and he carefully confirmed: "Is what you said true?"
"Yes, Ancestor." Qu Shanrong took out the jade mirror, which exuded a faint light, "Ancestor, please take a look!"
"Okay, okay, okay!" The ancestor's hoarse voice said the word "ok" three times in a row, took the jade mirror, and was immersed in it.
"Ancestor, I have appointed Hong'er as his heir. Please take a look at it this time..." Qu Shanrong pointed to Qu Shanhong who was kneeling next to him.
"I've met my ancestor..."
The ancestor asked casually: "Did you get this jade mirror?"
For the Qushan tribe, only those who have made great contributions to the tribe will be recognized as heirs. Now that Qu Shanrong said that he is the heir, ancestor Qu Shan immediately understood.
Qu Shanhong nodded.
"Yes." The ancestor responded casually, his mind already attracted by the jade mirror.
"Ancestor, I'm afraid you have to leave seclusion this time..."
Ancestor Qushan has been in seclusion, and no one knows how advanced his cultivation is. But this time, in order to obtain the Nine Secrets, the Qushan tribe has offended many forces, and Qu Shanrong had to ask him to come out of seclusion to deal with it.
"Okay..." The temptation of the jade mirror was very great. The ancestor was immersed in it and could not come back to his senses for a long time.
The two retreated, and the underground palace fell silent again...
Yang Ning looked through the memories of his previous life and finally found a set of exercises for Yang Pi called Sword Bones.
Bones are natural, but they can also be cultivated the day after tomorrow. This sword bone uses the swordsman's way to let the sword engrav the bone marrow. It is a very domineering technique.
When the cultivation is completed, the two hundred and six bones of the human body will exist like a knife, and finally the human body will be like a knife, the human and the knife will become one, and the knife will stimulate life.
Due to the improvement of his swordsmanship, Yang Ning spent a few days preparing to practice a set of sword techniques from his previous life.
The name of the sword technique has only one word, draw.
It's very simple, just keep drawing the sword. Yang Ning's master in the previous life left Yang Ning with the only set of sword skills, which Yang Ning called the sword drawing technique.
One word, but it is difficult to practice.
The sword is hidden in the scabbard and is a murderous weapon. Usually it is just an iron weapon like a work of art, but once it is unsheathed, it can kill people and take blood.
Therefore, this requires an explosion of not only sword intent but also killing intent in an instant.
And this sword-drawing technique is the release of this moment.
Intentions are mysterious and unpredictable. If you want to release them in an instant, you need to constantly draw your sword and practice continuously.
The scabbard protects the sword from being stained by wind and frost, and also protects the sword from being stained by wind and frost.
Therefore, not only the sword must be protected, but also the scabbard must be protected. When the sword is unsheathed, it is a killing weapon. When the sword is returned to the sheath, it needs to be restrained. Therefore the scabbard also needs protection.
When facing an enemy, if the edge of the sword is exposed too early, it will damage the scabbard, and if it is exposed too late, it will affect the power of the sword. Therefore, only when the sword has just been unsheathed, the edge of the sword will be exposed. The killing blow breaks out in an instant, which is the real drawing of the sword.
"Qiang..."
"Qiang..."
One sound after another, very clear, the sword is constantly being drawn, released and withdrawn.
The cold light flashes away, bursting out all the breath in an instant, which is the true essence of sword drawing.
One sword, two swords...
Yang Ning didn't know how many times he had pulled it out. In short, the ground was full of scabbards that were not well controlled and were broken by the sharp edge of the sword.
There is no skill in drawing the sword, just like the word "一". From the beginning to the end, there are no complicated sword moves, only one simple action, which is drawing.
Clang…
Metal rubbed against each other, and the sound gradually became weaker.
Yang Ning had probably drawn the sword no less than a hundred thousand times. As the sound of the sword being unsheathed became weaker and weaker, he finally made some progress.
In the beginning, almost every ten times, I had to change the scabbard. Later, a hundred times, a thousand times, and now, after changing the scabbard thousands of times, Yang Ning finally had the slightest smile.
After nearly seven days, finally, as dusk approached, a "groaning" sound came from the yard.
"Did you make it?"
Yang Ning murmured to himself, because the moan just now was very soft.
Yang Ning finally came back to his senses and looked at the scabbards all over the place, feeling like he was in another world.
Yang Ning immersed himself in it for seven days, drew his sword hundreds of thousands of times, and finally showed a knowing smile.
Yang Ning was solemn, staring at the courtyard door in front of him, holding his breath and concentrating, and placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword.
"pull!"
"Yin..."
Snapped!
A crisp cracking sound.
The sword was sheathed in an instant.
The cold light disappeared very quickly, as if it had never appeared before. Only the broken door was a reminder of what had just happened.
"what happened?"
"The enemy is knocking on the door?"
Soon, the disciples of the Ancient Blade Tower came to the courtyard and were stunned when they looked at the shattered wooden door.
Because just now, they didn't even see Yang Ning move, there was no breath, just like a wooden stake.
But Yang Ning knew that his sword-drawing technique had finally succeeded.
Another cold light flashed.
No sound, almost to the extreme.
A hair fell down.
Even the disciple who was touched by the sword light did not react at all and had a piece of his hair cut off.
The sword-drawing technique finally achieved results due to Yang Ning's continuous hard work.
Suddenly, a voice sounded in the sky above, resounding throughout Qushan City.
"The Qushan tribe is such a domineering tribe. Give my nephew his life."
