This feeling was so comfortable. Yang Ning sighed, feeling indescribably happy. Igniting the fire of the soul, for a cultivator, is equivalent to the first step in fighting for one's destiny. It has been successfully taken. It can be said to be a beginning. Only by taking this step can one lead to a farther road.
Because Yang Ning was oppressed by hatred, since his rebirth, he has always wanted to become stronger, because Tiandao Sect is really too strong, so powerful that even if Yang Ning stood at the pinnacle of cultivation in his previous life, he could not shake it.
But revenge must be avenged. The only way is to make yourself stronger, shock the world, and make Tiandao Sect afraid.
Until this moment, Yang Ning finally felt reassured.
Yang Ning opened his eyes and found that the surrounding environment seemed to have changed. The white fog had disappeared and the surrounding scenery could be seen. Yang Ning stood up from the bluestone steps.
"Huh? Yang Zhen is here too..." Yang Ning was happy to see Yang Zhen.
Ever since Yang Zhen left that year, things have changed a lot. The Yangjia Village was destroyed, the Lu family was ruined, and the Qushan tribe was destroyed. Everything was vividly remembered.
"Yang Ning, I'm sorry for you." Yang Zhen's eyes were a little moist. Because there were only four people left in Yangjia Village, and because of their departure that year, I had to say goodbye to my parents forever.
Without saying a word, Yang Ning stepped onto the last step, and the mountain climbing path was completely over.
Yang Ning patted Yang Zhen on the shoulder and looked forward, with a somewhat desolate look in his eyes.
"If you want to cry, just cry." Yang Ning comforted, and she could feel the grief and anger in Yang Zhen's heart. For the sake of happiness and future, I left the village, but I didn't want the village to be destroyed. Leaving alone means saying goodbye forever. Such hatred and love will not make even a ruthless and unjust person feel comfortable.
"Perhaps I've experienced too much, so I can't cry anymore..." Yang Pi joked at the side, hoping to alleviate Yang Zhen's grief and anger.
"Brother Pizi..." Yang Zhen murmured, a little vaguely.
"The weak eat the strong, that's it. This world is so cruel." Yang Ning didn't know what to say. Yang Zhen's parents, more than a hundred people in Yangjia Village, were reduced to scorched earth from then on, and even their faces were unrecognizable. Such a tragedy, It is inseparable from the rules of this world.
"Maybe you are right..." Yang Zhen felt a little confused. His broad body, with a lonely desolation, turned to the direction of Yangjia Village and knelt down on his knees.
"Father, mother..." Tears left behind, Yang Zhen cried sadly.
"The road ahead is long, and my uncle and aunt don't want you to be sad..." Yang Ning is not very good at comforting people, but she doesn't want Yang Zhen to change her mood.
If Canglan Hegemony cannot reach the peak of a cultivator, it will be a loss to the mainland.
"Yang Zhen..." Yang Pi called softly, and he could understand Yang Zhen's mood best. Although he was still young when he lost his parents, over the years, Yang Pi also felt that there is still true love in the world, and then said: "You And we..."
"From now on, we will be your family..." Yang Ning said, with a little change in his eyes.
"Yang Zhen..." Qin Ningyi came over, hugged this broad body, shouted softly, and said: "Yes, you said you still have your brother, and you still have me..."
"I also want to see you standing proudly on the top of the mountains, taking me to overlook the whole world..." Qin Ningyi said the words from the bottom of her heart, hoping that Yang Zhen would not be sad.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Suddenly three bells rang, echoing throughout Kirigakure Mountain.
"This is?"
"Someone has boarded the battle platform." The bell sounded so crisply that it could be heard in almost the entire Kirigakure Mountain.
"The five-sect competition has begun?" Yang Ning was confused for a while. Because he was lighting the sacred fire, Yang Ning didn't know how much time had passed. He just didn't expect that he would stay on the 80th floor of the mountaineering road for so long this time.
Yang Pi nodded, patted Yang Zhen on the shoulder, and said, "Yang Zhen, have you stood proudly on the top of the mountain with my brother and conquered this world?"
Yang Pi's body bloomed with a strong sword intent, and there was a faint smell of a breakthrough.
The sword bone gradually matures, and such talent is enough to deserve this sentence.
"Follow me, brother, can we set foot on the top of the mountain together?" Full of pride and ambition, Yang Pi's green clothes floated like a sword god coming to the world.
"Okay, with such courage, he is worthy of this sword." The voice came from behind.
Dressed in green clothes, he is the consul of Gudaolou this time.
"Uncle Master." Yang Pi saluted.
Yang Zhen was also helped up by Qin Ningyi.
"Well, you kid, you have gone through many twists and turns in the past few years, and even almost lost your sword bone because of it. But just now, I felt it deeply, haha..." This is an old man with a slight vicissitude, but his figure is like A natural knife, vaguely giving people a feeling that once it becomes powerful, it must avoid the sharp edge today.
Yang Ning gave an answer in his heart. This was definitely a master of swordsmanship, and he had even reached perfection.
"The sword bone is gradually becoming mature. As your confidence increases, it won't be long before the sword bone will be condensed and perfect. Not bad, not bad!" The old man looked very satisfied and gave Yang Pi a very high evaluation.
Yang Pi smiled happily, but his heart was bitter. I feel bitter when I think about my parents, grandfather, and more than a hundred lives in Yangjiacun with my sword bones.
"Don't worry, I will definitely live well." Yang Pi kowtowed in the direction of Yangjia Village. The moment he stood up, his sword intent surged, and he seemed to have a natural look.
"Condensing the sword's will?" The old man nodded and said, "This competition is over, you follow me to the third floor of my building to condense the sword's bone." The old man valued Yang Pi very much.
"Yes." Yang Pi said, feeling grateful to the old man from the bottom of his heart, because this was an old man who treated him sincerely. In the ancient sword building, apart from his own master, the old man treated him the least.
Maybe it has something to do with my grandfather. Yang Pi sighed in his heart. Although he hated his grandfather when he was a child, with the destruction of Yangjia Village, everything disappeared. Yang Pi even missed his grandfather a little.
But it was never seen again.
"Master-uncle, what are you doing?" Yang Pi asked. After all, someone like his master-uncle shouldn't be here.
"Someone kicked my ancient sword tower fighting platform." The old man looked at Yang Pi with a hint of expectation.
"Who?" The voice became colder.
"Demon Sect."
"I'll go take a look." Yang Pi didn't hesitate at all.
"The Demon Sect also took action against the Beixuan Sword Sect." The old man continued.
"What? What does the Demon Sect want to do?" Yang Pi said coldly.
"I don't know, but I think you, my little brother, should go over and have a look." The old man pointed at Yang Ning, but he was a little surprised, because he felt that Yang Ning's breath was a little unstable, and even seemed to be ignited. The remnants of soul fire.
"What about you?" But as the old man looked carefully, he found that this Yang Ning was almost similar to Yang Pi. Even because of his deep foundation, he even surpassed Yang Pi in terms of aura.
"The growth of sword bones is close to success, and the breath is long, so foundational, this..."
"This is...Jian Jue has found a treasure..."
Even though the old man was well-informed, he was still shocked.
The Gudaolou and the Beixuan Sword Sect have been weak in recent years, and there is even a tendency that the quota of the five sects is not guaranteed. This is why Mo Xiaoran recruited disciples in the mountains a few years ago. The Beixuan Sword Sect is even worse. He was almost eliminated from the quota of five factions.
But this year, because of Yang Pi, the old man is almost certain that the Ancient Blade Tower can even take this opportunity to take a step closer.
I just didn't expect that the Beixuan Sword Sect would have the same fate, and these two people were still acquaintances.
Thinking about Jian Jue's expression that day, the old man felt that he had underestimated Jian Jue. I originally thought that Jian Jue had been missing for more than ten years and that this year's five-sect competition was over. It was already a certainty that the five factions would become four. Now look, it's too early.
The old man said: "You should go over and take a look." After saying that, the old man left.
"Let's go and take a look." Yang Pi pointed at Yang Zhen and said, "Yang Zhen, when we get to the battlefield, I will teach you your Cang Lan hegemony."
Yang Pi is giving Yang Zhen confidence.
"Brother Pizi, come on, who is afraid of whom?" Yang Zhen said frankly, maybe after the erosion of time, he has thought about it, but when he just met the brothers who grew up together, he couldn't help but think of the past.
The domineering body is still the same, full of confidence, and the unparalleled spirit is revealed.
"Okay, this is my brother." Yang Pi stepped out with a majestic momentum, his sword bones clanking, and walked towards the mountain gate.
"Let's go take a look." Yang Ning followed.
Yang Zhen gently took the beauty into his arms and said softly: "Wife Ningyi is worried..."
He has a generous body and a towering spirit, but when facing a beautiful woman, he is always warm and caring.
"Uh...huh..." Qin Ningyi struggled, but Yang Zhen put his forehead against Qin Ningyi's forehead with a happy look on his face.
"It's nice to have you by my side..." Yang Zhen left a sentence and followed.
After Yang Zhen received the news that his enemy was the Qushan tribe, he rushed into the forbidden area of the back mountain in anger because of the beauty, and did not come out until a year later. However, after more than a year, Fengyun Changes occurred, and his senior brother told him that the Qushan tribe had been destroyed. After learning the cause and effect, Yang Zhen had already let go of the pain in his heart a lot, but because his brother had arrived, he could not suppress it for a while.
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For three days, the square has been the focus of everyone's attention, but these three bells are like a signal, a bugle that officially begins the competition.
"The Demon Sect is so arrogant..."
"Last year they targeted our Gu Dao Pavilion, but I didn't expect that they would be the first to target us again this year."
"Senior Brother Liufeng, come on..." Zhao Gang had been keeping the fighting platform in his hand for three days, but unexpectedly, he was knocked off the fighting platform by Qiu Bielan from the Demon Sect. He was still bleeding at the moment, with a bright red color at the corner of his mouth.
"Senior Brother Zhao..." Jun Yuyu and Feng Feiyang comforted each other, because Qiu Bielan unexpectedly attacked Zhao Gang and used charm skills to seduce him. Zhao Gang accidentally fell into the opponent's trap.
"It's so frustrating to lose to a woman..." Zhao Gang was very dissatisfied.
Unexpectedly, Jun Yuyu seemed to have eaten explosives instantly, and shouted: "Brother Zhao, what do you mean? What does it mean to lose to a woman?"
"I..." Zhao Gang's mouth was bleeding, but he flicked his forehead. How could he forget this? He is a fierce fighter...
Feng Feiyang's face was covered with black lines. She was indeed the female tyrannosaurus from Beixuan Sword Sect. This temper was really...
Senior Brother Liufeng, it’s really hard for you to fall in love with such a woman, hey!
Feng Feiyang couldn't help but sympathize with his senior brother, and at the same time he felt a sense of gloating. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but hold Feng Xing'er's hand tightly.
She said happily in her heart: "My Xing'er is still well-behaved."
