Chapter 92 Deep hatred and hatred for the little crush
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After leaving Yan Wuyou, Su Yang immediately explained to Zhang Dashan that he planned to take Yan Wuyou to visit Netherworld Villa.
Zhang Dashan looks carefree, but he is a sensible person. If the secret of Netherworld Villa is not revealed to the world, not only the Sanjiang Sect, but also the entire Jianghu will be in trouble. Moreover, although Yan Wuyou has lost her memory, she was indeed born in Netherworld Villa. She came to
The Sanjiang Sect, whether it is a bad fate or a good fate, must not be unclear, otherwise the grievances in the world will be difficult to settle, and the hearts of the Sanjiang Sect will not be stable.
"I have many disciples, but that doesn't mean I will let them die." Zhang Dashan said: "Since the advent of Netherworld Villa, the living have entered and the dead have left. How sure are you? If it doesn't work, we will burn this village.
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No matter how big the Nether Villa is, it is just a villa, covering an area of dozens of acres. A fire can definitely burn it all. Although this is a bad idea, it is actually the safest way.
Su Yang shook his head and said: "Burning Zhuangzi will confirm that we have stolen the secret book of Dragon Song. And as the saying goes, a monk who can escape cannot escape from the temple. If we burn the temple, where will we find the monk?"
"Are you saying that if there really is a 'ghost' in Zhuangzi, this fire may not burn him to death, but will make the ghost become more elusive and difficult to find?" Zhang Dashan asked.
"Exactly, Netherworld Villa seems mysterious, but it's not. It's just dead bones in the tomb." Su Yang said: "If it is burned, it will really become the enemy who is hiding it, and we will be aware of it."
Zhang Dashan nodded and said with a smile: "The evil gods and demons enshrined in this temple are evil gods and demons. Don't fail to catch the monk, but be saved by the monk instead."
"Master, don't worry, it's not certain who will be saved."
Su Yang didn't want to talk more about Netherworld Villa with Zhang Dashan. He would make many mistakes in what he said. If something went wrong, he would have to put in effort to correct it, so he changed the topic and said with a smile: "I forgot to congratulate Master, Master."
His skills are so profound that he is probably the best in the martial arts world."
In the hall, Su Yang saw with his own eyes that Zhang Dashan and Yan Wuyou exchanged palms without falling behind at all. In terms of the depth of their internal strength, Yan Wuyou had surpassed him and even exceeded the upper limit of the new world. Zhang Dashan took half a year
Before, he could not cultivate his inner strength. In just half a year, the world has reached this state, which made Su Yang feel relieved.
Zhang Dashan shook his head and smiled, with a strange expression on his face. He waved to Su Yang, stood up, walked to the door and looked outside for a few times, then turned around and returned to Su Yang behind closed doors, whispering: "What the hell?"
One person is just a joke, and the teacher is actually an empty frame now."
"Empty shelf?"
"Even Master himself doesn't know why. Although his skills have improved by leaps and bounds in the past six months of practicing Sanjiang Xinfa, there is a big drawback." Zhang Dashan said with a bitter smile: "Every time you use your internal skills, you will lose all your skills, no matter how you meditate or adjust.
You won't be able to recover for a long time, and you can only start practicing again. In other words, if you are a master or someone, you must win it in one move."
Su Yang Daqi. Internal strength is like a lake in the human body. Although there are differences in size and depth, it is all living water. There will be streams constantly pouring water into the lake. If the water consumption in the lake exceeds the rate of injection, then the lake will
It will gradually dry up.
Whether an internal skill is good or bad, and the level of a person's skill is nothing more than looking at the size and depth of the internal skill lake and the water filling speed of the stream. The bigger and deeper the lake, the stronger the skill, and the faster the living water is poured into it.
And the speed of recovery is also faster.
But no matter what kind of internal strength, it will only continue to excavate this 'lake' in the body, and living water will inevitably be injected into it. Zhang Dashan's situation is obviously not in line with common sense, it is equivalent to a pool of stagnant water, and after the water is consumed, there will not even be a lake.
Yes, it needs to be dug again.
Su Yang was puzzled. There was no similar situation in any martial arts novels he had read before. On the contrary, Zhang Dashan was free and easy. He patted Su Yang on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Since God's will is this, there is no need to force it. Anyway,
Better than nothing.”
Looking at Zhang Dashan, Su Yang felt that now was the time. He was away from the New World for most of the year, and he didn't want to come back one day to find that the Sanjiang Sect had been destroyed, so he said: "Master, I am traveling in this world.
I have a feeling in my heart, it seems that our Sanjiang Mental Method can be improved and improved a little, and I would like to ask Master to correct it."
After that, he demonstrated the complete Sanjiang Mind Method cultivation method from beginning to end in front of Zhang Dashan.
Zhang Dashan finished reading it in detail, twisting his beard in silence. After a while, he stood up and did it twice by himself according to Su Yang's posture. Then he slammed the table hard and stared at Su Yang with bright eyes: "He is a great talent!
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The two chatted for a few more words. After Su Yang left, he found his senior brother Xu Danchen and asked him to go to the hall to deliver a message and ask the martial arts people in the hall to elect seven representatives to go to Netherworld Villa with him and Yan Wuyou in fifteen days.
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With Su Yang's prestige established before, none of the martial arts people in the hall objected this time. Instead, they fought hard to compete for these seven places. In the end, they simply competed in martial arts and decided on several candidates, namely Six Fans.
The sect ghost hunts Tie Ao, the owner of the Beast King Village, the Beast King, Miss Ye Sanni, Monk Long, the chief disciple of Monk Kongchan of Putuo Temple, the leader of the Laoshan Sword Sect, and Xiao Li, the leader of the Yubing Sect.
The last spot was beyond Su Yang's expectation. It was the down-and-out scholar Ren Tu who didn't even have a spot.
Then there was fifteen days of waiting. The reason why Su Yang had to wait for fifteen days was to use this time to step up his practice of the Sanjiang Mind Technique. Now the new world can accommodate the fifth peak level of the Sanjiang Mind Technique, but currently it has been stuck at
The third level.
From the third level to the fifth level, it may take most people more than half a year, but for Su Yang, who is known as the "drunkard", the time is greatly shortened, and the 'power of magic' seems not only to increase the power of internal energy, but also to improve the speed of cultivation.
Also very helpful.
Everyone in the Sanjiang Sect is also practicing the complete Sanjiang Mental Method taught by Su Yang, and everything seems to be quite peaceful.
Some people are born to work hard, and before they have even reached their fifteenth day, someone comes to their door to cause trouble.
Even Su Yang can't do anything to this person.
"Second senior brother has a good eye. Does Sister Wuyou have a good-looking body?"
Sitting in front of her was none other than Zhang Dashan's daughter, the most dazzling pearl of the Sanjiang Sect, and the junior sister shared by all nineteen disciples, the only fourteen-year-old Zhang Xiangyun.
Miss Zhang's appearance is an absolute beauty, but on her face, a future beauty, there is a look of bitterness and hatred that comes from nowhere. The way she looks at Su Yang is like looking at someone.
A wolf.
Big bad wolf.
Seeing this face, Su Yang's head buzzed, and the wine in his mouth almost spit out.
It's so familiar. Although it hasn't grown yet, the eyebrows, eyes, mouth, nose, and lips of this face look exactly like the same person!
Yuan Zixia! The ‘girly’ version of Yuan Zixia!
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By the way, I have always had a question, are there any girls reading this book?
