Kyushu Daoist Master

After a fierce battle, a new trade fair was launched under the promotion of Wu He.

During the trade fair, Yang Ze successfully traded the remaining two bags of spiritual soil on his body, and got another 70 contribution points. His contribution points also reached three digits again, enough for him to copy martial arts again.

However, after coming out of Qingyang Hall, Yang Ze did not go far. He looked at the identity token in his hand, found Lin Hui's figure, and grabbed Lin Hui.

Now he has 135 contribution points, enough for him to repay Lin Hui's 100 contributions.

Lin Hui looked at Yang Ze and said that he wanted to return the contribution points to him. He couldn't resist Yang Ze, so he was caught by Yang Ze and brought to Qingyang Hall to complete the transfer of 100 contribution points.

After the two came out again, Yang Ze was relieved.

There was no way. He owed Lin Hui too much. If he didn't repay part of it first, he would always feel that he was stuck.

"Junior Brother Yang Ze, I was wondering why you were in such a hurry. It turns out you are in a hurry to pay back your debt. I won't charge you interest. Why are you in such a hurry?" Lin Hui joked.

"Yang has always disliked owing people things. I feel really bad if I don't return these 100 contribution points to Senior Brother Lin Hui." Yang Ze said with a smile.

"It seems that Junior Brother Yang Ze is a person who doesn't like to owe people money. But for this matter today, you still have to thank me. If I hadn't helped you, Wu He, the stingy guy, wouldn't have taken out so many medicinal materials at once." Lin Hui said insidiously.

Seeing this, Yang Ze was a little distressed and said bluntly: "Then according to what you said, I owe you another favor."

"Hehe, there is no need for favors. Junior brother, remember to treat me to a meal some time. Remember to prepare more silver. Next time, I will eat a luxurious meal. Hahaha!

I won't bother you. You are injured today. You should go back and recuperate. The martial arts competition is coming soon. Don't get hurt." Laughing, Lin Hui had already left in the distance.

Looking at Lin Hui's back, Yang Ze's eyes were very heavy. Lin Hui always gave him a mysterious feeling. He was just a registered disciple of the seventh stage of true energy, but he didn't look like an ordinary registered disciple.

I couldn't think of how to find out Lin Hui's identity and background. If he acted rashly, he might make Lin Hui unhappy. Yang Ze put this idea behind him.

No matter what kind of person Lin Hui is, at least now it seems that this person is still worth making friends with. Lin Hui is also his only friend on Qingyang Peak.

Until Lin Hui walked away, Yang Ze did not stay here, and turned around and went down the mountain.

After returning to his residence, Yang Ze sat cross-legged on the futon. As soon as he circulated the true energy in his body, his body trembled, and he spit out a mouthful of dark blood from his mouth, which fell in front of him.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Yang Ze felt the unobstructed meridians in his body, and just then he circulated his energy, and finally eliminated all the remaining fist power in his body.

Fortunately, Lin Hui used his true energy to help him eliminate most of the fist power, otherwise Yang Ze could only seal the fist power at that time, and it would take more time to cultivate afterwards.

It was when Lin Hui took action at that time that Yang Ze discovered that Lin Hui's practice method was also the Qi-nourishing Technique, otherwise, the collision of two different true energy would definitely produce repulsion.

After this battle, Yang Ze had a certain understanding of his current combat power. It seemed that with his current combat power, he was no longer inferior to the average ninth-stage true energy warrior.

In the fight with Wu He, in the last blow, he could actually block the punch, but he did not block it, and let himself be injured.

The reason why Yang Ze did this was because he did not want to expose his true strength.

There were too many people present. Once people knew that he could fight with the ninth-stage true energy with the eighth-stage true energy, then others would definitely notice him in the martial arts competition.

In that battle, Wu He might have held back, but Yang Ze did not use his full strength.

His windward sword slash had never been used. At present, no one on the entire Qingyang Peak knew that he had mastered other sword techniques.

Moreover, Yang Ze had always hidden the Blood Evil Sword and had never taken it out in front of others. Only when Yang Ze took out the Blood Evil Sword was he the strongest Yang Ze.

After taking a deep breath, although the fist force in his body had been dissolved, Yang Ze still felt a little pain. After all, the attack of the ninth stage of true energy was no joke. He was also a flesh and blood body. If he had not broken through to the eighth stage of true energy, he would not dare to take a direct attack today.

Yang Ze started to practice the Qi-nourishing Technique and began to recuperate slowly. If he wanted to restore his injuries to a state of recovery, he still needed to practice Qi-nourishing Technique himself. Otherwise, if he delayed it and turned it into a hidden injury, it would be troublesome.

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There was no talk all night. After dawn, Yang Ze finished recuperating and exhaled a long turbid breath from his mouth, waking up from the state of meditation.

After a night of recuperation, Yang Ze felt that his spirit had returned to its previous state at this moment.

Without going out, Yang Ze still sat upright on the futon, took out a dustwood branch from the package and put it in his hand. This dustwood branch was given to him by Wu He, which had the effect of nourishing qi and warming the spirit.

Looking at this strange-looking dust wood branch, Yang Ze really didn't want to swallow it in one gulp, so he had to go into the house and find a simple stove to boil the dust wood branch into a medicine soup.

An hour later, Yang Ze picked up the bowl of soup and drank it in one gulp.

The decoction entered the body and turned into a warm current flowing in Yang Ze's body. The black stone pattern on his chest emitted light. The warm current immediately turned into a stream of energy and was injected into the body.

Yun Gong absorbed this energy, and Yang Ze felt that the true energy in his body was gradually rising again.

Six hours passed before this energy was completely absorbed by him. Yang Ze's eyes opened, and a gleam flashed between his brows.

In just six hours, the true energy in his body had increased a lot, enough to be worth ten days and a half of hard training for others.

"The black stone is indeed a magical thing. This kind of medicinal material will not have much effect if it is stewed into a medicinal soup and drank. Only when an alchemist refines it into a pill and swallows it can it have the greatest effect. But the medicine is three-pointed. Poison, even if it is a panacea, if swallowed too much, it will leave erysipelas in the body, which is extremely difficult to remove.

But I have the black stone. Even if it is just medicinal materials, it can be directly converted into energy absorption, and all of them will be absorbed without missing anything. Whether it is elixirs or medicinal materials, for me, there are no toxins and no wasteful effects. .

It seems that if I want to improve my cultivation quickly, I still need to take more drugs. How long will it take to improve my cultivation step by step? "

Yang Ze quickly figured out how he could quickly improve his cultivation, but after all, he was only an eighth-level warrior, and he had to be disciplined when taking drugs.

Once you overdose on drugs, if the meridians in your body cannot bear it, you will be doomed.

"You still can't be too hasty. You can only eat once a day at most. It's a pity that you don't have enough contribution points now to imprint new martial arts." Sighing, Yang Ze found that three months was really a long time for him. It's too late.

"However, I have not yet perfected my Blade Slash against the Wind, and I am not that anxious about martial arts. If I can master all these martial arts, I will definitely be able to occupy a place among these registered disciples!"

Thinking of this matter in his mind, Yang Ze clapped his right hand, and his long sword was unsheathed and fell above his knees.

Holding this long knife, the gap on the blade that had been made by the Blood Demon Sword was now a bit larger.

After all, this sword can only be regarded as a middle-grade mortal weapon. After several battles, the flaws that the sword originally had have become even bigger.

"Hold on, the martial arts tournament will be my real chance to take action!" Yang Ze's eyes were like lightning, and he endured it. Only at the last moment could he explode.

For the rest of the time, Yang Ze locked himself in the practice room and practiced continuously. He waited until seven days had passed before he walked out of the room.

Seven days of hard training not only did not make him fall into a state of exhaustion, but instead made his spirit look a little fuller.

He has eaten all the medicinal materials Wu He gave him. Yang Ze is still thinking about the sixty-year-old ginseng. It is indeed extraordinary. Its medicinal effect is more powerful than two dust wood branches combined.

It took seven days to break through the eighth level of true vitality. Yang Ze already felt that he had come a long way in this realm. It would probably not take much time to break through to the ninth level of true vitality.

"Calculating the time, it's already my third month of entry. The three tasks this month must be solved quickly, and we can't be held back by the tasks in the end."

After coming to Piao Miao Martial Arts Academy, the most distressing thing for Yang Ze was this damn task. The number of contribution points was so small that he had to complete three tasks every month. The key was that it was not too difficult, but it was very time-consuming.

If it was possible not to do it, Yang Ze naturally didn't want to do it, but it was a pity that he had no choice.

Thinking of this, he turned around and walked towards the mission hall. When he arrived, the mission hall was crowded with people again. He found the lowest grade, and Yang Ze followed the team.

As soon as he stood here, the man in front of him turned around.

Seeing that man, Yang Ze's expression immediately changed, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Zheng Hong!"

The person standing in front of him was the person who was sent by Ishuimen to invite him to join. This was the person who caused trouble for him again and again.

But later on, due to sect rules, this person never caused trouble to him again, nor did he show up again. Yang Ze did not expect that he would see Zheng Hong here again today.