"hehe..."

It should have been extremely honored, but after all, Zhao Yang was extremely envious of a lucky person in his previous life.

But he just feels sore now!

"Which guy who has a brain-sucking trick is not good at it?

Want to catch people...

You tm took it away in one go!”

On the screen, the eyes of the Thunder Dragon holding the mouth were still struggling, and the strength became stronger and you could break free.

Zhao Yang...

I wish I could tore up the owner of the Thunder Dragon!

Judging from the strength of the Thunder Dragon, the other party is just a guy who has just become a fairy for hundreds of years. Maybe... he is the one who left behind the inheritance!

Use the fairy's face to break through the slaps left by a group of big shots.

Then I didn't break in...

This is a typical example of overestimating yourself and then cheating others!

Zhao Yang just wants to be ignored!

really.

On the screen, his eyes gradually got rid of the Thunder Dragon, opened a gap and scanned directly at Zhao Yang.

......

[Name: Zhao Yang.]

【Race: People.】

【Bone age: 18.】

【Cultivation: Bodybuilding.】

【Talent: Pure Yang, Sword Art.】

【Threat: None】

【Whether it is parasitic, reincarnation: No.】

【Whether it disrupts the game process: No】

【Whether it is destroyed: to be discussed.】

......

Sizzling... Zhao Yang's phone was filled with flames and exploded with a bang.

Before he could react, he saw a gap cracked out of thin air in the wreckage of his mobile phone.

That's an eye...

The golden vertical pupils stared at Zhao Yang for a while.

It seems to be confirming something.

"The owner of the Soul Qualification has not disrupted the game process.

Decision ends.

Destroy veto.

Warning: Please do not contact high-level lives without authorization, and do not pass messages to them, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

The eyes closed and disappeared out of thin air.

Just like everything Zhao Yang just experienced was an illusion!

Gu Qiang and his men on the side ran over as if they hadn't seen anything just now.

"Brother Zhao Yang! Look, look! There were gods outside just now!"

"Thunder Dragon! What a big thunder dragon!"

"That thing can still swim, just like a living thing. Isn't it really a god, right?"

"Brother Zhao Yang, can you still go and see it now...oh? Why did you throw your phone down?"

A mobile phone was broken into several pieces on the ground, and smoke was still coming out of the motherboard.

They fundamentally ignored the existence of that eye.

“Hahaha…

I'm also desperate, but what can I do?"

After saying something that several people couldn't understand, Zhao Yang drove them all out.

"Crazy! It's so fucking crazy!"

He punched the bed with hatred. The two ghosts beside Zhao Yang were still spinning around. He was so angry that he swept over with a sword.

The sword energy cuts the ghost into pieces.

Regardless of the fragments that continued to squirm, Zhao Yang took out an unopened mobile phone from the closet and quickly entered the game.

Entering the game, the data flow continues to flood the screen.

......

[Name: Zhao Yang.]

【Race: People.】

【Bone age: 18.】

【Physical condition: excellent.】

【Talent: Pure Yang, Sword Art.】

【Profession: Sword Cultivation.】

【Cultivation: Bodybuilding.】

......

Then the following is gone!!!

The data bar just disappeared in front of Zhao Yang. Whether it is physical data or various skills and talents, even the upgrade option disappeared!

How else does he play this?

Do you eat the host!!!

Resisting the urge to smash the phone, Zhao Yang controlled the character to practice the six Pure Yang styles. He only breathed a long sigh after seeing that he was still practicing proficiency.

"It can still be used to deal with it..."

It has become a fact that the data bar has been added without points, and no matter how upset Zhao Yang is, it is useless.

What you need to think about now is how to stop loss!

Turning the screen, the scroll on the wall has turned into a blank, but there are two long swords, one long and one short, trembling under the mural.

Zhao Yang did not move these two demon-refining swords first, but began to look around.

He glanced three times!

"Hahaha...Where is my Pure Yang Sword Book?

Where is my Zifu Qi Practice?

Where is my Pure Yang Demon Sword Skill?

mine....."

Looking at the empty basement, Zhao Yang also bit his teeth and swallowed it into his stomach!

The true spirit seeds of the Chunyang Sword Lesson are gone like this?

Those who don’t believe in evil will search for the character several times.

In the end, I had to accept the fact that the sword was gone.

He was so angry that he threw his phone directly!

"You can't be angry. Now that things have come to this, I should think about what to do instead of venting randomly...

This will not solve the problem...

There are also a lot of fundamental Taoism in the game... There are also original books in Chunyang Mansion...

I know the position, but at most I can only practice from scratch...

It's okay, it's okay...

You are a primordial cultivator...

Damn!!!”

When Zhao Yang stared at the phone that had been smashed by himself, he just stared at it until a wave of sleepiness surged over his head, and he buried his head in the pillow in discomfort.

......

Dream...

In a dream.

Zhao Yang, who had never dreamed since he achieved his soul, found that he was actually in a dream.

Dreaming that you turn into a butterfly.

Flying in the air.

Cross the mountains and flowing water.

Passing through large areas of wild mountains and forests.

Until it falls...

A person's...finger tips?

"Lu Chunyang!"

Seeing the Taoist in white through the butterfly's eyes, Zhao Yang instantly recognized the identity of the person in front of him.

But he couldn't make a sound.

In dreams, the dreamer cannot speak.

The Taoist seemed to notice Zhao Yang's gaze at him.

Smiling, he reached out and touched the butterfly's tentacles.

Unable to move, Zhao Yang could only stare at him.

"It's really a dog biting Lu... I cut the iron chain for you, and you're even scolding me?"

The Taoist said something jokingly.

Seeing that Zhao Yang was motionless, he put him on his shoulder and walked down the mountain with a sway.

"Let's take a look, freshly baked human flesh, which monster, the elder brother and sister, come and take a look, freshly baked human flesh, one bite will increase your life by three hundred..."

Lu Chunyang hummed a little song in his mouth, waved and slashed his hand holding the sword, and gave way to him to walk.

And he used...

Pure Yang Six Styles!

Zhao Yang, who turned into a butterfly, was speechless. Although he was standing on Lu Chunyang's shoulder at this time, every move and move used by the other party seemed to be imprinted in his memory.

It's like having experienced it personally!

The other party is teaching him!

Lu Chunyang’s sword is natural, this is an amazing inheritance!

Although Zhao Yang had also seen the Lord of Qingming use a sword, the Lord of Qingming's own swordsmanship coexisted with domineeringness and sharpness. With that ethereal aura, Zhao Yang could only understand one or two.

In this way, Zhao Yang was called the qualification upper class by the Lord of Qingming...

Zhao Yang can't learn the sword technique of the Lord of Qingming City, but Lu Chunyang's Taoist rhyme can be mastered by Zhao Yang.

Lu Chunyang's approach is equivalent to teaching him step by step!

Walking along the way, the Wei River, the Yangtze River, and the Liaodong and Tianshan Mountains, while walking, I don’t know how many demons and beasts that Lu Chunyang slashed through the long sword in his hand, and all kinds of sword tricks were used at will.

In the end, Zhao Yang even saw him killing a real dragon on the east coast!

Kill the true dragon with the cultivation level of the soul...

The surging floods are enough to cover the sea and the sky!

When the real dragon died, tears fell in his eyes.

Lu Chunyang sighed softly when he saw it.

"It's almost time."

It was not until this time that Zhao Yang seemed to be able to move on his shoulders as if he had returned to his soul.

Seeing this, Lu Chunyang shook his Taoist robe.

Throw Zhao Yang to the ground,

Looking at him and asked with a smile, "Little guy, how much have you learned?"

How much did you learn?

Although it was the body of a butterfly, Zhao Yang felt the pure Yang true energy flowing in his body.

How many?

Subconsciously, Zhao Yang waved his wings.

The wind is blowing!

No trace of clouds!

In a strong wind, the dragon flew away and turned into a light feather.

Seeing this, Lu Chunyang smiled

Pointing to Zhao Yang, he said happily:

“Not bad,

Good memory,

One butterfly and one sword,
Chapter completed!