I'm immortal anyway, you can do whatever you want

Hearing this, Yin Xuantian couldn't help taking a deep breath, and responded respectfully: "I understand!"

"you can go now!"

Hearing this, he didn't dare to stay, turned around and left.

"It seems that Senior Yang belongs to the type of ascetic monk and is not interested in power!"

After leaving the range of the spiritual pagoda, Yin Xuantian couldn't help feeling relieved.

In fact, he was really afraid that as soon as Yang Sheng came up, he would issue various orders, and then he would become a mere mouthpiece.

"It would be great if this senior's surname was Yin..."

Yin Xuantian couldn't help sighing in his heart, this was his only regret.

In the past two years, Yang Sheng has hardly been involved in any matters within the clan, just like a mascot.

Yin Xuantian was very satisfied with this.

After all, no one likes someone above his head giving instructions every day...

In the pagoda.

After the small episode, Yang Sheng didn't feel any fluctuations in his heart, and continued to comprehend the human sword art.

Another three years passed by in a hurry.

"Five years of painstaking practice, today I finally achieved great success in human sword!"

On this day, on the high tower, Yang Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, and two invisible sword qi shot out, cutting off a white cloud at the end of his line of sight.

He raised his hand and turned it over, and invisible sword energy appeared out of thin air, shuttling back and forth between his five fingers, densely packed, soundless, and scalp-numbing!

"Hahaha! Now I can be regarded as a sword cultivator, right?"

Seeing this, Yang Sheng couldn't help laughing up to the sky.

The little tortoise rolled his eyes, and immediately stepped forward to congratulate him loudly:

"Congratulations, master, you have achieved great sword skills, and you will surely become a generation of sword masters in the future, who will live forever!"

Yang Sheng's face turned dark, and he kicked when he flew up.

"piss off!"

"Ah! Master, Xiao Gui has been wronged!"

……

After flattening him, Yang Sheng gave up, then took out a sound transmission talisman, and said:

"I need the blood essence of a first-level peak snake monster, the fresher the better!"

"Within three days, it will be sent to seniors!"

Yin Xuantian, who was far away in the main meeting hall, heard the words and immediately responded in a deep voice.

Chapter 98

A few days later, on the pagoda, Yang Sheng stood like a green pine, and there was a large bathtub in front of him, which was filled with bright red viscous liquid, mixed with a lot of various herbs.

After being mixed with various elixir, the pungent monster blood loses its fishy smell, and instead exudes a faint fragrance.

"The body essence and blood of the first-level peak monster, the Scarlet Flame Snake, should be enough for me to get started with the true art of transformation!"

With a look of anticipation on his face, Yang Sheng lay naked in it, and was instantly wrapped in warmth.

"Suck me!"

He closed his eyes tightly, and hastily performed the True Form Transformation Kung Fu.

The next moment, a large amount of energy and blood rushed towards Yang Sheng, and penetrated into the body along the pores.

When the severe pain came, Yang Sheng frowned, and without saying a word, he frantically operated the exercises.

A tank full of bright red liquid began to fade at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After half an hour.

"It's done!"

Opening his eyes, Yang Sheng let out a long breath.

"good!"

He raised his arm, and after feeling it carefully, his face showed joy.

The body shape has not changed, but the physical strength has improved significantly.

"Mortal swords, I'm afraid it's hard to hurt me!"

Gently drawing a line of blood on his wrist, Yang Sheng couldn't help nodding in satisfaction.

"For the current me, this improvement is almost useless, but the real skill of transforming form is worth getting started..."

He believed that cultivating it to the extreme would definitely produce a terrifying qualitative change!

"The first level of Transformation True Art requires the blood essence of a first-level snake monster, while the second level requires the blood essence of a second-level python monster..."

Thinking of this, Yang Sheng felt a headache again.

A second-level monster is equivalent to a foundation-building monk.

The Yin family definitely can't help, they can only rely on themselves.

"No rush, anyway, I have a lot of time, so take your time!"

After a while, he returned to normal.

At this time, there was a slight fluctuation, Yang Sheng's eyes moved, and he took out a sound transmission jade talisman, and his spiritual consciousness penetrated into it.

"Three days later, the ancestor of the Tian family will celebrate his 150th birthday, and he will invite you, Senior Yang, by name. Look..."

Rubbing his chin, he fell into thought.

Over the years, Yang Sheng hardly ever went out of the house, but it was not that he was deaf to things outside the window.

He knew that the Tian family and the Yin family were next to each other, and there was a hundred-foot-wide river between the territories of the two clans.

And where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, especially in the world of comprehension.

Because of resource competition and so on, there have been constant small conflicts and long-standing grievances between the two clans.

Hongmen Banquet?Or test?

In an instant, Yang Sheng thought of many things.

"In any case, there are two Foundation Establishment cultivators in the Natian family. Although one of them is newly promoted, but..."

How could he go deep into the enemy's hinterland without knowing the opponent's purpose?

After some deliberation, Yang Sheng made a decision, and responded coldly:

"Tell the people from the Tian family that this seat is going to retreat, and I don't have time!"

"Yes!" Yin Xuantian's voice came from over there immediately.

Putting away the sound-transmitting jade talisman and forgetting about it, Yang Sheng closed his eyes and meditated, stepping into the state of cultivation.

Days passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Yang Sheng meditated for an hour as usual, and then lay on the cool chair with his legs crossed, basking in the sun leisurely.

"Master!" The little turtle beside him suddenly opened his eyes, and said with a rare serious expression: "Recently, I feel hot all over my body, my blood seems to be boiling, and my soul is about to sublimate, and I need a lot of external help..."

"speak English!"

"...Master, I feel like I'm about to break through, I need a lot of delicious food!"

Hearing this, Yang Sheng glanced at it unexpectedly.

After all, Xiaogui has been with him for nearly 30 years. He has grown fat, but his cultivation has never changed.

"Take it!"

After thinking about it, Yang Sheng took out a large handful of pills and threw them over.

"Thank you master!"

Xiaogui's eyes lit up suddenly, and he snarled.

Seeing this, Yang Sheng smiled slightly and said, "I haven't seen your breakthrough within a month, and this year's share of pills will be cancelled!"

"..."

The little turtle gasped for a moment.

"Master, don't worry, the little turtle will make a breakthrough with this move. If it doesn't succeed, it will be a benevolence!" It patted its belly heavily, and its two blue eyes were wide open, filled with bloodshot eyes, as if it had an expression of resignation to death.

Yang Sheng was speechless for a moment.

At this moment, a spiritual consciousness swept over from the dark.

"Who?"

He raised his eyebrows, stood up abruptly, and looked in a certain direction with cold eyes.

But in that direction, a figure disappeared in a flash.

It seemed to evaporate out of thin air, but it disappeared completely!

No matter how Yang Sheng checked, he couldn't find any traces of him.

"Is it shielding spirit-like weapons?"

He looked gloomy and muttered to himself.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

The little turtle on the side was puzzled.

"It's none of your business, hurry up and break through!"

Glancing at it blankly, Yang Sheng looked at the location of the person, lost in thought.

It should be from the Tian family...

The more he thought about it, the more likely it was.

"I didn't go to the birthday of the ancestor of the Tian family. The other party probably thought I was guilty, so I sent someone here today to test..."

Yang Sheng's thoughts turned sharply, and he thought of many things in an instant.

It seems that Yin Xuanming hasn't shown up for a long time, and the ancestor surnamed Tian is a little ready to move!

In this case……

"The Human Sword Art has achieved great success, but the True Transformation Skill has fallen into a bottleneck again. Now the Tian family is faintly persecuting, and it is not good for me to continue!"

"Why don't you just run away..." Thinking of this, Yang Sheng's expression was slightly unnatural.

Having enjoyed the Yin family for so many years, he almost responded to every request, and he felt ashamed to run away because of such a trivial matter.

People~ You have to be ashamed.

"In this way...it's time to take a trip!"

Thinking of this, Yang Sheng took out a sound transmission jade talisman, and said in a deep voice:

"Vagina friend, I have something to ask you!"

Chapter 99

A day later, on a deserted mountain.

Orange light pierced the sky and fell inside.

"It should be here!"

After scanning his spiritual consciousness for a while, Yang Sheng finally came to a big rock.

He took out a black token and poured it with spiritual power.

In an instant, the token shone brightly and floated in front of the big rock. The surface of the latter twisted for a while, and a pitch-black door appeared immediately.