He Yuanyang lay sprawled on the bed and fell asleep soundly. He also laughed twice from time to time. Obviously, he didn't know what kind of sweet dream he had.
In the dream, He Yuanyang trampled He Changsheng under his feet and laughed arrogantly:
"Hahaha, He Changsheng, even if you are accepted as a disciple by that bitch Yue Jiaojiao, won't you still be stepped on by me in the end?"
He Changsheng looked at He Yuanyang, with a look of horror on his face, and begged:
"Brother, please, please let me go. I was wrong. I shouldn't take your chance. Brother, please spare my life."
Listening to the pleading in his ears, He Yuanyang raised the corners of his mouth forty-five degrees and looked at He Changsheng with disdain:
"A person like you is not worthy even to carry my shoes. If it weren't for the sake of your spiritual roots, you would have been dead for eight hundred years!"
"Now, I will end this miserable life of yours!"
As he spoke, He Yuanyang conjured a knife in his hand, with a ferocious expression on his face as he raised the knife and dropped it!
"Poof!"
With the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the flesh,
He Yuanyang looked at the long knife in his hand in disbelief. It was clearly meant to pierce He Changsheng's body, so how could it be in his chest now?
I saw a sneer on the face of He Changsheng, who had just been stepped on by He Yuanyang, and his voice was like a ghost crawling out of hell:
"He Yuanyang, do you feel comfortable using my spiritual root?"
He Yuanyang's eyes widened:
"No, no, you, it's impossible!"
"Impossible!"
He yelled and sat up from the bed, big beads of sweat falling from his forehead. He Yuanyang gasped for breath, and after a while, he quickly reached out to check his chest as if he had reacted.
I touched it back and forth to make sure there were no scars on my body. Then I was sure it was just a dream. I breathed a sigh of relief and laughed again:
"It's just a dream, it's just a dream. He Changsheng will always be worthy of being a maggot at my feet!"
"Really?"
Before He Yuanyang's laughter stopped, suddenly, a faint voice came from the side,
He Yuanyang suddenly stopped laughing and turned to look into the room.
Even in the darkness, he could clearly see in the foundation building stage that there was a man wearing a bamboo hat sitting in his room!
"Who are you!?"
He Yuanyang was full of vigilance. What made him unbelievable the most was that he did not feel the fluctuation of spiritual energy in this person, but such a person could actually break into his room silently!
I haven’t discovered it yet!
"Brother, wasn't he still thinking about me in his dream just now? Why are you not happy now that you see me in real life?"
Slowly taking off his bamboo hat, He Changsheng looked at He Yuanyang and showed a cool smile.
After two years, He Changsheng has changed a lot compared to the child two years ago.
Compared to two years ago, I have become stronger. Even my originally fair face has turned into a healthy wheat color after being exposed to the wind and sun. My facial lines are more distinct, and there is no longer the inferiority complex between my eyebrows.
Sensitive, more of a bit of sunshine.
Anyone who sees He Changsheng at this time will think that he is a sunny and cheerful boy.
But He Changsheng like this made He Yuanyang feel cold all over his body.
For some reason, He Yuanyang always felt as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake, which made him very uncomfortable.
But when he thought that the other party was He Changsheng, whom he had always looked down on, He Yuanyang's confidence instantly increased.
I saw He Yuanyang raising his head, showing the momentum of an elder brother, and scolding:
"He Changsheng, you broke into my room in the middle of the night, aren't you afraid that your father will find out and punish you?"
Hearing this, He Changsheng laughed instantly and looked at He Yuanyang with disdain:
"He Yuanyang, how old are you, and you still only know how to complain?"
With that said, He Changsheng stood up and walked towards He Yuanyang step by step.
In the past two years, He Changchang has also grown a lot taller. If you compare, you will find that he is now taller than He Yuanyang.
"You, what on earth are you going to do?"
As He Changsheng gradually approached, the timidity in He Yuanyang's heart became more and more obvious.
He even forgot that he was still a monk in the foundation building stage, and He Changsheng didn't even have spiritual power.
Facing He Yuanyang, He Changsheng tore off his obedient coat and looked at him with a half-smile:
"Brother, are you still pretending to be confused now that you understand?"
A shining silver dagger appeared in the palm of his hand. He Changsheng's eyes were shining brightly, locking on He Yuanyang in the night, just like a poisonous snake locking on its prey:
"Of course I'm here to get my own things back!"
As he spoke, the dagger in his hand stabbed He Yuanyang with a cold light!
His life safety was threatened, and He Yuanyang finally realized that he was now an immortal cultivator and he had the ability to protect himself!
Towards, He Yuanyang quickly used the spiritual energy in his body to gather it all in front of his chest.
Then, he clearly felt a powerful force coming from the tip of the knife. Although the spiritual energy blocked the dagger and prevented it from going any further, the concussive force still made his chest hurt!
However, even though he had just blocked the tip of the knife, He Yuanyang's confidence suddenly doubled, and he looked at He Changsheng with disdain on his face:
"Is this your full blow? Nothing more than that!"
As he said that, he gathered the only remaining spiritual energy in his hand and hit He Changsheng!
The spiritual energy flowing in your body and the spiritual roots in your chest are your own confidence!
It was just that he was asleep and didn't react for a moment. Did He Changsheng really think he could beat him?
Facing the attack from He Yuanyang, He Changsheng did not panic, and calmly dodged, but it was a pity that the dagger left He Yuanyang's body.
The distance between the two has also widened a bit.
Unexpectedly, He Changsheng could dodge his attack. A strange color flashed in He Yuanyang's eyes, but the look he looked at He Changsheng was still full of disdain:
"Why, after worshiping a powerful master, do you think you can get your spiritual roots back?"
The next moment, He Yuanyang's expression turned ferocious:
"He Changsheng, remember! This heavenly spirit should have been mine! You robbed it from me, so I took it back!"
"This is all your fault. Neither of us came from the same mother. How could I steal your spiritual roots? Could it be that I dug them up when you were reincarnated?"
Listening to He Yuanyang's words, He Changsheng couldn't help but sarcastic.
"It's okay, I know you don't want to, so I came to pick it up myself!"
After slipping, He Changsheng rushed towards He Yuanyang again, making decisive moves.
"Humph, you are humiliating yourself!"
He Yuanyang only felt that He Changsheng was committing suicide, but he was a solid foundation-building monk! How could He Changsheng compare with him!
As he spoke, he formed a seal in his hand, and a bolt of lightning shot out from his fingers, heading straight towards He Changsheng:
"Since you are so stubborn, I will use your spiritual roots to kill you!"