Jing Kong opened his eyes and found that he was wearing a chain on his hands and his feet were also handcuffed. He was locked in a cage like a beast. There were some villagers walking around. Not far away was the market for exchanging houses in the village, which made the air full of noise and strange atmosphere.23us

He grinned, knocked the cage with his shoulder, and shouted: "You barbarians, why don't you open the cage for me?"

clang!

An iron rod hit the cage hard, making a loud noise, which scared Jing Kong.

However, when he found that the iron rod was not the terrifying attack from the girl he imagined, he felt much more at ease. He looked at the villagers standing outside the cage coldly and said, "You dare to lock me in the cage now. When I go out, you must twist each of you're heads off!"

The villagers standing outside the cage were careless.

He was the one who released Bai Yang from the cage today. Perhaps after seeing Bai Yang's almost divine power, he thought he had done such a great thing, so he naturally felt a little proud, and would no longer have any fear of Jing Kong.

What's more, he was responsible for taking care of these people from outside the world who were caught, and he had never had a good attitude. If he encountered a thorn like Jing Kong, he knew better than anyone else how to deal with it.

So, although the sound in the market in the distance was extremely lively, it could not hide a shrill scream from the end of the street, accompanied by waves of beatings and a faint scolding of a man.

After being startled by the screams at first, the villagers all smiled and ignored them.

The deepest part of the village, Zhu Yuanyuan's residence is a small wooden house. There are two rows of weapon racks outside, with many seized weapons on it, as well as scrolls of martial arts and martial arts piled on the weapon racks like garbage.

Bai Yang followed Zhu far away. When he saw this scene, his eyes couldn't help but jump. It was so dark that this girl was really a waste of resources.

Among the seized weapons, there were a few spiritual weapons with a high grade, but because they lost contact with their master, they gradually concealed their own spiritual light and were difficult to detect. Zhu was far away in the Martial God Tower, and she did not have much knowledge and did not know much about weapons. She just chose to use the most advantageous weapon, but did not know which weapon would be more powerful.

In addition to those weapons, most of the martial arts scrolls scattered on the weapon stand like garbage are of high quality, at least they are low-level Xuan level. Although they are not visible to the ground level, the Xuan level is already considered valuable and valuable. Such a good thing fell into Zhu's hands, and it was actually scattered on the weapon stand like garbage, with a layer of dust on it.

The sad expression was only a faint moment, and Bai Yang turned his face and said to Zhu Yuanyuan: "Since it is very difficult for you to protect the tribe by yourself, why don't your tribe members practice? I observed that in your tribe, there are almost no cultivators except that wolf rider is extremely powerful. Although I don't know what methods you are using to survive, if you are in such a harsh environment, if you can practice, it will not only increase your strength for the entire tribe."

After taking a look at the martial arts and martial arts scattered on the weapon stand, Bai Yang said: "You can sort out the confiscated spoils and leave them to the people in the clan to separate them. Decide whether to practice according to each person's talent. Being able to make reasonable use of resources is the element of survival. You are completely wasting these resources."

Zhu was far from speaking, walked straight into his room. After a few seconds, he turned around and took out a bunch of martial arts secrets, threw them at Bai Yang's feet like garbage, patted the dust on his hands, and showed a thoughtful expression on his little face, and said for granted: "I didn't know what these things were useful before, but now I heard what you said, it seems to make some sense."

Bai Yang looked helpless and looked at the martial arts scattered around his feet. He picked up a book at will. Even if he didn't use the power of blood to perfect it, this secret book is also a mid-level Xuan-level martial art. If it is placed outside, it can at least be used as the inheritance of a small sect.

However, in the closed world of the Martial God Tower, these techniques and secret books are actually inferior to waste paper, and are thrown away by bamboo from afar. Many secret books have become broken pages because of this.

If Elder Wan Qingming, who was guarding the Sutra Library of Xuanjian Sect, saw this scene, he might feel distressed.

"These exercises are all things left by people from outside the world that have been captured over the years. Of course, there are also spoils we have obtained by defeating other tribes."

Zhu Yuanyuan saw Bai Yang looking through the skills in his hand and explained surprisingly: "Almost all people in our tribe practice inherited skills, and never knew the methods of practicing other skills. The inherited skills require extremely high qualifications, so the strong people in each tribe are very limited."

After saying that, Zhu looked at Bai Yang from afar and said as if begging: "If you can teach my tribe members to practice, no matter what your cooperation requirements are, I can agree."

"Is this your condition?" Bai Yang closed the secret book, as if he was a little surprised.

He thought Zhu was going to have some harsh conditions and requirements, but he didn't expect that her request was so simple.

Although it is bound to be difficult to educate these villagers in a closed world, Bai Yang has an advantage that others do not have, that is his blood power.

Back then, his blood power was able to modify his skills to be more suitable for his own cultivation and to improve his grade. After time, he can now improve his skills and become more suitable for others.

If he returns to Xuanjian Sect now and mentions Lin Feng’s selection of martial arts, he can directly draw out a higher-level martial art to improve it, and change it to only suitable for him to practice alone.

By the same token, since there are secrets of martial arts everywhere, Bai Yang naturally has no worries that there is no way for the villagers to practice normally.

Even if you don’t have spiritual roots, lack talent, and have no blood power, as long as your skills are appropriate, you will always have the day to practice to the Gangqi realm step by step.

In this way, the Zhuyuan tribe will at least increase its outstanding combat power.

“That’s my condition.”

Zhu Yuanyuan nodded seriously, then waved his hand, pointed to the secrets of martial arts, and said, "I can give all these things to you. As long as you can let the people in our clan practice, I can agree to all your conditions."

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In the endless ice field, a man walked slowly, ignoring the wind and snow and the cold wind.

He was elegant and drifty, but there were white traces hidden in the dark, which was quite vicissitudes.

The sun was warm and the wind was cold. He raised his head and looked at the rays of glow at the end of the endless ice field. The light was soaring straight into the sky and connected to the sky as a whole, like an inseparable whole, and it looked so beautiful at first glance.

The man tightened his clothes, and the wind and snow hit him, but his steps were still firm, step by step, towards the bright light.

"bright."

The man lowered his head slightly, his eyes full of indescribable complexity. There is light in the sky, light on the snow field, light among the trees and grass, birds and beasts, sand and stone, all with light.

Light is the world, so today he will be the enemy of the whole world.

When the hand was over, the wind and snow stopped suddenly, and it seemed that there was only one person and a sword left between the heaven and earth.

In the man's hand, the blood sword was slightly cold and slowly walked towards the ray of rays of light. The sound was plain but it spread thousands of miles away, reaching the sky.

"Yu Xuanming is the revenge of drinking snow in the year, so I would like to fight against Guangming."

The snow-capped mountains were turbulent, and a cold feeling shone out from the light. The snow rolled in, and a shocking avalanche opened the unpleasant meeting curtain.

The snow layer that was overwhelmingly hit the sky was almost a thousand feet high. It was not heavy snow, but almost a snow-capped mountain that overturned and overwhelmed.

Yu Xuanming raised his head. The snow-capped mountains covered the sky and the sun, but could not cover the light in his eyes and the sword intent in his hand!

Bury the moon and kill the Canglong!

One sword, slash!

A thin thread appeared from the snow-capped mountains, and then separated into the sky and the ground.

A sword mark that was more than a hundred feet wide cut open the snow. With a rumbling sound, the heavy snow capsized and the vast white snow mist broke out.

Yu Xuanming continued to move forward, his steps firm and no one could stop him.

A figure seemed to appear in the glow of light. The man walked out of the light. Behind him was the ray of light and the white snow field in front of him. He was dressed in white, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his eyes were extremely warm, just like light.

"Yu Xuanming, you are already a useless person, but you dare to challenge me at this moment."

The figure walking out of the light said with a gentle voice, "I admire your courage very much, but I also want to know why."

Yu Xuanming walked through the vast snow and looked at the figure in the distance, "You owe it, it's time to repay."

"I have already explained the death of the three of them when drinking snow for a while, forgetting the clouds of the stream, Liang Wuchang, and I have already explained the death of the three of them. They should be killed!" The man in the light said a gentle voice, but when he spoke the last word, his tone changed, his tone was like the anger of the nine heavens, shaking the eight desolates and ten lands, and the heaven and earth were shocked.

His voice reached Yu Xuanming's ears. Yu Xuanming's expression remained unchanged, but he shook his head with a rather self-deprecating look, his eyes were filled with regret: "Wangxiyun has his own way to die, died in Ziyanhou, Liang Wuchang has become deeply in the devil, and has cut off his qi and destroyed his cultivation. He sat on the top of the holy mountain, and was secretly robbed of his true energy."

"But drinking snow for a year, she was only sucked by you because the Holy Light Soul can achieve your immortal body, and she died in pain for ten years on the snow field."

Yu Xuanming raised his sword with his sword, pointing straight to the light, his voice was plain and his spirit was full of courage.

"What's the reason for drinking snow every year? What's the reason for innocent people?"

"The ten thousand years of ice country died in vain because of you."

"Where is the law of nature?"

One by one, one by one, the last question was to the end of hatred.

The sword has left.

Don't kill them all, don't look back.
Chapter completed!