The rise of the sect: I am the most enduring child in the world of immortality

"Is this true?"

Ye Yang stood up, his brows furrowed, and he was obviously shocked by the news.

"It is certain."

The man lowered his head and glanced at him secretly.

"Report to the hall master, I have sent people to verify it, and it is indeed the work of the Mo family."

"They not only leaked our defense formation, but also secretly contacted the masters of the Dayun Dynasty."

"Especially this Blood Clothes Master, nicknamed Blood Clothes Marquis, who is good at restraining the fire and thunder."

"That's why he came to Feitianmen on purpose."

Ye Yang pondered for a moment. Fortunately, he asked Bie Huanghun to take action and blocked the attack of Blood Sea Master. Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Damn it!"

An old guardian slammed the table and said angrily.

"The Mo family is trying to kill us! Now that they don't have a strong person in the realm of real people to suppress them, we must take action immediately, break through Qinglian Mountain, and flatten their ancestral land."

"Otherwise, when they attack together again, we will be attacked from both sides."

Ye Yang nodded slightly, and the few people looked at each other and had already had this idea.

At this time, someone suddenly came to report from outside

"Report, report to all the elders, the Mo family has been completely destroyed."

As soon as this was said, the whole hall fell into silence.

Everyone looked at each other, and no one could speak for a while.

"What? Who destroyed the Mo family?"

"According to the spy's report, it was a group of black-clothed people who attacked the Mo family at night. They were ruthless and left no one alive. Now the entire Mo family has no one spared."

"This... How is this possible!"

An old hall master stood up in shock.

"Although the Mo family is not a large ancient land, it also has thousands of years of foundation. How could it be destroyed so easily?"

For a while, the hall was unusually noisy and full of discussions.

Some speculated that a large force secretly took action, while others believed that other small families united to deal with the Mo family.

However, no matter how they speculated, they could not change the fact that the Mo family had been destroyed.

"It should not be one party that took action, but the convergence of several forces. It is suspected that there is the shadow of Ni Hai Xie Fan, and..."

The man paused, glanced at Ye Yang, and spoke.

"What else?"

Ye Yang glanced at him.

"Also, the White Bone Master who helped us seemed to have taken action."

Ye Yang's heart was shocked, and he felt a little more grateful to Bie Huanghun.

He knew that this was a gift given to him by Bie Huanghun before he left.

The discussion in the hall gradually subsided, and the elders began to discuss the next plan.

After all, no matter what, the destruction of the Mo family is a big deal for Feitianmen.

A large number of territories and spiritual veins need to be taken over by someone.

And Ye Yang quietly left Feitianmen again.

He still left without taking anything.

He was originally in the process of becoming a mortal, but the crisis of Feitianmen this time was too serious, so he had to leave the retreat early.

This time, after experiencing a great battle with the real person.

His cultivation was smooth as ever, and he seemed to have figured out something in his heart, and the whole person was more agile.

"Breakthrough, not far away!"

Walking in Tao'an Market, looking at the rising sun in the morning, Ye Yang smiled, with a firm and confident look in his eyes.

For the next month, Ye Yang has been in meditation, and he rarely closed a bowl of Fusheng Teahouse.

Staying under the ginkgo tree in the backyard, looking at his old body and gray hair in the bronze mirror.

"The sword of Lao Yang is the prosperity and vicissitudes of life after the wind and thunder are vigorous and vigorous."

"After using the Thirteen Swords of Time this time, it has a great impact on my body. I have aged a lot in an instant, but it makes me realize a little bit of the artistic conception of the sword of Lao Yang."

Ye Yang looked at the clouds on the horizon dyed golden red by the sunset, but his heart was surging.

Since the beginning of his practice, every time he swung his sword, he seemed to be racing against time.

Where the blade passes, the years seem to freeze. When the sword comes out, the sky is full of sharp blades, but the price is also heavy.

His youth and physical strength quietly passed away.

At this moment, he took out the sword in his hand, the knife light and the sword light were like a dream, and the fallen leaves on the ginkgo tree were carved by the sword, as if they had experienced the change of seasons in an instant.

When he put away the sword, Ye Yang felt unprecedented fatigue.

Only then did he realize that he had added a few more white hairs on his temples in the mirror.

He looked at the red maple sword in his hand and gently stroked it with two fingers.

The Laoyang Sword Art is completely different from the grand and prosperous Zhongyang Sword Art.

It does not pursue instantaneous bursts, but pays attention to the harmony of yin and yang, endless life, vicissitudes of life, and smiling at the world.

Ye Yang tried to integrate the Laoyang technique into his swordsmanship.

Each sword is no longer simply pursuing speed and power, but like an old man, swinging the most swords with the least effort.

After experiencing vicissitudes, he considered more about how the sword can coexist harmoniously with nature.

Every strike of the sword seemed to resonate with the surrounding environment, the trees, the dust, and even the air.

He felt that he was alone at this moment, as if he was not swinging the sword himself, but was completing this strike with the help of all things in nature.

And he was like an old man, although his body had aged a lot, but he no longer felt extremely tired and exhausted like before.

Because the wind, air, fallen leaves, and dust around him seemed to help him find the balance point and help him strike the sword.

"The old man is still selling wine when he is seventy, and there are thousands of pots and jars of flowers at the door."

Ye Yang put away the red maple sword in his hand and gently stroked the withered leaves.

When the wind blows, when you walk into the teahouse, the fallen leaves are fluttering, drawing unusual trajectories.

Laoyang Sword Jue

Realm: entry

Progress: 1%

Next level: getting started

[One of the Three Yang Sword Techniques. The old man describes the sick tiger, sees the joys and sorrows of the world, sighs at the incomparable beauty, is old, and the vicissitudes of the world. He practices the sword a hundred times a day and completes it in two years. ]

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At the end of the alley in Fangshi.

The old teahouse called A Bowl of Fusheng finally opened again, with a crooked sign outside the door.

Those who came to Ye Yang's business for the first time were not the old tea drinkers from before.

But it was the middle-aged woman who rented his shop.

She was afraid that Ye Yang would die in the turmoil and would not be able to pay the rent of the shop. Seeing that Ye Yang was still alive, she hurriedly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where's the spirit stone?"

She stretched out her fat hand and asked for the rent.

He doesn't care whether Ye Yang can continue to operate, as long as he doesn't default on her spiritual stones.

Ye Yang turned around and counted enough spirit stones from the old money box, but the woman grabbed them.

After hurriedly counting the items, he left in a hurry without even taking a sip of water.

In such a turbulent situation, nothing is as important as the spiritual stone.

After the women left.

Silence returned to the teahouse, but this tranquility did not last long.

As those regular customers gradually discovered the opening of the old teahouse.

Ye Yang's business began to slowly improve.

Guests began to appear in twos and threes. They sat around the slightly worn wooden tables, sipping tea, chatting, and reliving old times. Life was comfortable and natural.

"Shopkeeper, luckily you're okay."

"Hey, I haven't seen you for a few days. Why has your hair turned so gray all of a sudden? Could it be that you were frightened by the Immortal Killing Army?"

"Don't worry, Hall Master Ye raised his sword to shock the world. Those two real-person monks have already been killed."

"From now on, everything will remain calm."

…

In the teahouse, there was a lot of people chatting.

After a while, some news seemed to come in. Some new guests were holding a jade slip or pamphlet in their hands.

They were whispering to each other, looking excited, and their faces were flushed with excitement.

Li Xiucai was now wearing silk clothes and seemed to be doing well in the Wang family in the south of the city. He took out a pamphlet and placed it in front of Ye Yang.

His expression was still filled with excitement.

"Big news, take a look."

Ye Yang calmly opened the booklet and found that it was the ranking of the Hidden Dragon List recently released by Jiutian Sect, and the first place was himself.

"Ye Yang is the master of Feitianmen's official affairs hall."

Cultivation level: Extreme warrior state, half-step real person

Kung Fu: Feitian Sect's inherited treasures, the Xuantian Magic Code for Transforming Pulses, the Thirteen Swords of Time, the Three Yang Sword Technique, and the mysterious speed inheritance of unknown origin.

Characteristics: Powerful attack power, rich and long-lasting mana. After killing the blood dragon Gui Ao and the sick scholar, he still has more than half of his mana and is calm and calm.

He is especially good at the sword of time. He killed Luo Shenxue with one sword for thirty years, and frightened Dao Xinghe with three swords for ninety years. He used his martial arts cultivation to defeat the red-haired ghost commander and the blood-clothed marquis.

Achievements: Killed the "Little Monster of Northern Xinjiang", the secret disciple of Beihai Shenni, defeated Yang Tie, the evil gun of the full moon, killed the blood dragon Gui Ao, killed the "sick scholar" Zhu Xingyu with the sword, killed the demon wolf Situ Guang with the sword, and killed the Five Poisons with the sword. The elder on the right side of the door defeated Luo Shenxue, the God of Luo, with his sword. He defeated the Chang Qiu Dao Xinghe with his sword, and beheaded the red-haired ghost commander and the blood-robed marquis.

Rank: No. 1.

No. 1 on the Yalongling Hidden Dragon List, Ye Yang is defeated by both swords and swords!

This is the first time in the Qianlong Ranking that the number one person comes from a small sect rather than from the ancient Holy Land sect.

And the above introduction is even more terrifying.

The record of overwhelming the ancient Holy Son of Qilin and killing two real-person realm powerhouses excited countless people.

In fact, the moment he used his sword skills to kill a real-life monk, he was already a senior master.

Nowadays, the Feitian Sect is very famous, and the younger generation is superior to others no matter where they go.

Not only did it overshadow other sects, but it also served as a compliment for the young and promising people.

At first glance it looks stunning.

But these false names have no effect on Ye Yang.

He was still making tea and selling tea as usual. He knew that in this battle, he tried his best and just killed two powerful real-person mirror masters, and the Jiutian Sect released the Hidden Dragon List.

A large part of the reason for this is also to cooperate with him.

Now that the Universiade Dynasty is coming with a strong attack, it will enhance the self-confidence of many monks in Yalongling.

He knows that the most important thing for him now is to break through to the realm of real people.

Just like what Farewell said in the evening, if you don't enter the realm of real people, you will end up with a handful of loess, and the road will be difficult to continue.

This was not good news for him. He was worried that the Universiade Dynasty would besiege him, so he hid in Tao'anfang City and refused to go out.

Another three years passed in such a hurry.

In the past three years, Ye Yang has been suppressing his cultivation.

And within three years, the Universiade Dynasty's Immortal-Zhuan Army also did not dare to invade at all.

Rumor has it that it was Ye Yang, the master of swordsmanship, who frightened everyone with his sword. After three years of guarding, no one dared to commit a crime.

No one wants to have their time cut off, even those who are powerful in the real world. They will only value their own lifespan more.

This is combat power and a strong deterrent.

During these three years, Ye Yang's Thirteen Swords of Time has made further progress and has broken through to the Grandmaster level.

If he can make further progress, he will be a true real person.

At that time, holding the Thirteen Swords of Time, he will be proficient in the Old Yang Sword.

Who would not be afraid of such a person?

Even the so-called real person would have to think twice.

Regardless of whether others are shocked or not.

However, the prosperity of Tao'an Market in the past three years cannot be faked.

The already prosperous Tao'an Market has seen many unfamiliar figures in these years.

More than half of them are monks from foreign sects. There are also a few families and small sects who smell business opportunities and come here to do business, or come here to buy property or open shops.

The once sword and sword master Ye Yang has long become a legendary figure.

Even in Feitianmen, not many people have seen him.

However, there are still many people who come to the edge of the battle at that time and to the foot of Feitianmen Mountain to watch.

Want to see the record of the top scholar in the Qianlong list.

More people are thinking about how to be noticed by Feitianmen, and then worship Feitianmen, rise to the top, and become an immortal.

In the Yiwan Fusheng Teahouse.

Ye Yang bent over and continued to make tea.

He has aged a lot in the past three years, and he is more likely to have a lot of worldly breath.

There are not many customers in the teahouse today, only a few people, but they are all regular customers.

Li Xiu walked into the teahouse, but his face was full of depression.

He looked at Ye Yang and complained bitterly.

"It's difficult, it's really too difficult!"

"Boss, do you know that Jin Xiaoyi died yesterday?"

"I feel that my health has been getting worse year by year in these years."

"Maybe it won't be long before I will follow his footsteps."

Ye Yang looked at the old scholar, thinking of the bits and pieces when they first met, he stretched out his hand and put it on the other's wrist, and then shook his head.

This is a terminal illness that will end his life, and there is no medicine to cure it.

Maybe he still had a few years to live.

But in the past few years since entering the Wang family, her life has become much better, and she has not practiced diligently. She has indulged in sensual pleasures, fine wine and delicious food without restraint.

So she has become even more exhausted.

"Beauty fades in the blink of an eye, and the beauty is gone in an instant. Who in the world can be immortal? No matter how beautiful and charming you are, you will eventually become nothing but a pile of yellow earth."