Three days have passed, and Yangtian Pavilion's business has been booming, with supply shortages often occurring. There's nothing they can do about it. Their capital is too little. No matter how good their credit is, Liu and Liang can't get much material on credit, so they can only go in and out quickly.
Under this situation, Mo Chenglong had to travel back and forth between Tuyan and Anping City, sometimes several times in one day, and the transportation costs alone were staggering.
Nothing special has happened in the past three days, which is related to the density of patrols here.
Zhong Pengfei specially dispatched an elite patrol team to patrol around Yangtian Pavilion in the name of protecting the Zongmen store area, so thieves did not dare to approach.
However, in the second half of the night, the patrolling disciples had to retreat to the sect to rest, so this period was the most dangerous.
However, during these three days, there were many murders and robberies in other parts of Tuyan City. Every day, people spilled their blood on the streets and died on the spot.
Zhou Yang was busy during the day and took the time to practice at night.
In the past few days, he mainly experienced the beauty of the mid-stage spiritual stage and compared the physical changes before and after. He didn't even have time to comprehend the power of heaven and earth.
After reaching the middle stage, spiritual power increases at least four times, which is related to crossing large levels.
If you just go from the second level to the third level of the spiritual platform, it will grow twice as much. The breakthrough from the third level to the fourth level is a transition from the early stage to the middle stage, and the spiritual power will naturally increase a lot.
Another biggest change is spiritual consciousness.
When he first entered the spiritual platform, his spiritual consciousness could only detect about ten feet. When he reached the third level of the spiritual platform, it had reached seventy or eighty feet, but now he could release three hundred feet.
It stands to reason that it is only three hundred feet, which is far worse than what can be seen, but in fact it cannot be compared like this.
If it's a clear day, ordinary people can see mountains dozens of miles away, or even hundreds of miles away. But what if it’s night? Especially on a pitch-black night, you may not be able to see even half a foot. Another situation is that when there are objects blocking it, such as walls inside and outside the room, the naked eye cannot pass through the wall and cannot see what is outside the wall.
At this time, the effect of spiritual consciousness becomes apparent. No matter how dark the night is or how thick the wall is, everything within three hundred feet can be seen as if it were daytime, and even an ant can see clearly. Of course, except for things that can cut off spiritual consciousness.
The role of divine consciousness is not limited to this, it is also reflected in detecting the strength of cultivators and controlling magical weapons.
Previously, with Zhou Yang's level, he could only see the strength of cultivators three levels higher than himself, which was the sixth level of the Lingtai. Above the sixth level, he had to rely on guesswork. But now in the middle stage of Lingtai, the specific realm of cultivators below Tianyuan can be accurately judged, and the detection of the strength of masters above Tianyuan has also been significantly improved.
For example, I only knew that he was a Tianyuan master before, but I couldn't tell which level he was at. Now we can roughly judge the difference between the early, middle and late stages. Don't underestimate this point. Being blind and unable to see is a big taboo in the cultivation world. On the contrary, you can handle it freely and will not cause dissatisfaction among masters.
And controlling the magic weapon requires spiritual consciousness, especially when used in the air. The spiritual consciousness is not strong enough, and it is impossible to use the magic weapon in the air.
Other aspects of the body have also changed a lot and need to be understood slowly.
It was night and most people in the store had gone to sleep. Zhou Yang had just completed his eighth Great Week and was about to close his eyes and rest.
In the past few days, he had developed a habit of checking his surroundings with his spiritual consciousness before falling asleep. However, under this investigation, his expression changed slightly.
Because wherever the spiritual consciousness reaches, there are figures shaking!
"What are they going to do?" Just a hundred feet away across the street, a dozen masked people were passing through the house at extremely fast speeds.
"Not good!" The next moment, Zhou Yang suddenly stood up and rushed out. Because those people crossed the street and their target direction was obviously Yangtian Pavilion.
"There's an enemy attack, everyone, come out!" Zhou Yang shouted loudly as he rushed outside the hospital.
After the words were spoken, more than a dozen figures rushed out from various rooms.
"What's going on?" Shen Tugang asked solemnly, holding a ghost-headed sword.
"Look at that team of men in black outside the hospital! Oh no, they're coming!" Zhou Yang pointed to the outside of the hospital, but a moment later there was a loud "bang" sound, and the door was forced open.
Ten masked men, each armed with swords, barged in menacingly.
"Your reaction is very quick! Brothers, kill me!" Seeing that many people were standing in the courtyard, the leading man knew that the sneak attack would be unsuccessful, so he laughed ferociously and prepared to charge.
"Wait a minute, who are you? You dare to break into the important place of Ziyuan Sect. Are you tired of living?" Shen Tugang shouted sternly.
"Fart, what kind of banner are you talking about? Why don't you pay attention to Ziyuan Sect? Do people think highly of your small shop?" The big man at the head said disdainfully, shaking the gun in his hand.
"Jackie Chan, show him!" Shen Tu just pointed the tip of his knife at the man in black and said coldly.
If the name of Zi Yuan Sect can be used to scare away the intruders, there will be less needless bloody battles.
There were fifteen people on the other side, and among them there were two cultivators of the seventh level of the Lingtai! Others are also in the early to mid-term. However, there are only thirteen people on our side who can fight, and there is only one Shentu Gang in the seventh level of the Lingtai, so his strength is obviously insufficient.
"Purple Yuan Order!" The leader of the big man stared at the token in Mo Chenglong's hand, his eyes became solemn, but only for a moment, a ruthless look flashed across his face.
"You got a fake and wanted to scare us. Dream on!" After that, the man waved his hand, and a dozen people behind him rushed forward.
Shen Tu just shouted loudly and raised his sword to strike. The nine guards showed no signs of weakness and charged into the crowd with their swords. The two sides instantly exchanged hands.
Mo Chenglong gritted his teeth, raised his sword and started to kill. But Liang Sanli's eyes were full of fear, and the hand holding the sword was trembling.
Shentu had just faced the leader of the seventh level of the Lingtai. The swords and guns clashed with each other, and sparks flew everywhere.
His sword skills are exquisite and he has already developed a sword light several inches long. It is estimated that he will be able to leave the body and hurt people soon.
And the bandit leader's spear technique was also very good, and the gun's light flashed and pierced people's eyes.
The two were of equal strength and the fight was inseparable.
Dozens of people in the courtyard were fighting together, shouting for death one after another, screams could be heard from time to time, and the scene was in chaos.
But the second tall late-stage bandit slashed at Mo Longcheng with his knife.
Mo Chenglong barely blocked the sword and was kicked to the ground. Before he could use his magical weapon, the man's sword had already fallen.
Zhou Yang swung his sword and penetrated the throat of a bandit. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Mo Chenglong who was lying on the ground. His expression changed drastically. Regardless of other things, he directed a flash of light directly at the back of the tall bandit's heart.
The bandit was worthy of being in the seventh level, with extraordinary six senses. Halfway down the sword in his hand, he felt an evil wind blowing from his back. Knowing that something was wrong, he rushed out quickly and at the same time slashed the sword behind him.
"Pfft!" With a sound, the aura's red line hit the blade of the knife, and actually pushed it back a few inches, hitting the bandit directly on his back.
The man turned pale with shock. He didn't expect that the aura of a mere fourth-level Lingtai cultivator could be so powerful, so he abandoned Mo Chenglong and approached Zhou Yang step by step.
Mo Chenglong jumped up, successfully fired the magic weapon in his hand, and a wind blade shot out of the bandit's back.
The man had already taken precautions and jumped to the side to avoid the wind blade. Without even looking, he turned back with a flash of spiritual light.
The level of the realm was very different, and the man's aura was as fast as lightning, giving Mo Chenglong no chance to use his magic shield.
Mo Chenglong changed color and fell backwards in a hurry. At the same time, he protected himself with a medium-grade magic weapon.
Although this move was ugly, it barely avoided the spiritual light, but it also made him break into a cold sweat. But before he could get up, a man in black struck with a long knife.
Mo Chenglong rolled up, dodged the sword, jumped up, swung the sword and rushed over.
In order to save their spiritual power, the two of them did not dare to use magical weapons rashly, so they fought with swords.
Zhou Yang looked at the tall bandit approaching with a gloomy look. He did not use the aura anymore, but slowly raised the sword in his hand.
"Boy, you do have some abilities, but you are only at the fourth level. No matter how strong your aura is, you can use it several times! I'm afraid you won't even be able to block me if I take action. If you are sensible, hand over your storage bag, I will Maybe I will spare your life. Otherwise, hum!" The tall bandit smiled sinisterly and pointed his long knife at Zhou Yang.
"Oh, what if I can block half of your moves?" This statement made the man obviously stunned.
He didn't expect that the boy in front of him would answer the question like this. He was speechless for a moment, and became a little angry. His body swayed, and the big knife in his hand came down on his head and face.
"The old man is furious!" Zhou Yang raised his sword to meet him, and at the same time he was not idle.
"Boy, you are looking for death!" The tall bandit was very angry. He was only thirty years old, but he was called an old man. How could he be upset? But he didn't want to think that others wouldn't like to hear that he was a brat.
The swords collided and each bounced away.
"You still have some damn strength!" The tall bandit was secretly shocked, and stabbed him with his backhand.
This man's sword is powerful, and as fast as lightning. The sword shines with a whirring sound as he puffs and puffs.
Zhou Yang didn't dare to underestimate him and used all the Heaven-piercing Sword Techniques. Although he didn't have the upper hand, he was able to resist with ease.
The tall bandit was extremely disdainful of him at first, but Zhou Yang swung the fine copper sword so tightly that he didn't lose even when parrying, so he gradually started to take it seriously.
Everyone was fighting in the courtyard, and the six men hiding in the house also tremblingly took out their swords to be on guard, but they were all uneasy in their hearts and their legs were trembling.
The tall bandit has a higher level of cultivation than Zhou Yang, and the broadsword he uses is much heavier than his long sword. Moreover, the light of the sword is a great threat to him. Often after he is held up by the sword, the light of the sword will shoot forward under the action of inertia. If you don't pay attention, You will be tricked.
Although Zhou Yang was powerful, he was somewhat disadvantaged in terms of realm and weapons, and was gradually at a disadvantage.
His Heaven-piercing Sword Technique had entered the fourth level last night. The long sword had a faint red light, but it was only in its infancy and did not pose a threat to the opponent.
However, the tall bandit became more and more frightened as he fought. A cultivator who had just entered the middle stage of the spiritual platform could fight to this point. He had abundant spiritual power and strong blood and showed no signs of defeat. He couldn't help but secretly thought: "Could this person be a real person?" Are you a direct disciple of the Ziyuan Sect?"
"Fight quickly, don't alert the Ziyuan Sect!" Seeing that everyone was unable to fight for a long time, the bandit leader became anxious and shouted loudly while holding the opponent's head vigorously.
When the bandits heard this, their attack became more rapid and fierce, and the Yangtian Pavilion side was almost breathless.
