After a fierce battle, driven by Wu He, a new trade fair began.
During the trade fair, Yang Ze successfully traded the remaining two bags of spiritual soil and obtained another seventy contribution points. As a result, his contribution points reached three digits again, which was enough for him to expand further.
I learned martial arts once.
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 pulled Lin Hui.
He now has 135 contribution points, which is enough for him to repay Lin Hui's 100 contributions.
Lin Hui looked at Yang Ze and said that he wanted to return his contribution points, but he couldn't resist Yang Ze and was caught by Yang Ze and taken to Qingyang Hall, completing the transfer of one hundred contribution points.
After the two came out again, Yang Ze breathed a sigh of relief.
There was no way, he owed Lin Hui too much, and if he didn't repay part of it first, he would always feel like he was stuck.
"Junior brother Yang Ze, why are you so anxious? It turns out you are anxious to pay off your debt. I won't charge you interest, so why are you so anxious?" Lin Hui joked.
"Yang doesn't like to owe people anything. I feel really resentful 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 debts, but you still have to thank me for today's matter. If I hadn't helped you, that stingy Wu He wouldn't have
He brought out so many medicinal materials at once." Lin Hui said sinisterly.
Seeing this, Yang Ze felt a little troubled and said bluntly: "Then according to what my senior brother said, I owe you another favor."
"Hey, there's no need for favors. Junior brother, just remember to treat me to a meal at some time. Remember to prepare a little more silver. Next time I want to eat, it must be a luxurious meal, hahaha!
I won’t disturb my junior brother anymore. You were injured today, so you’d better go back and recuperate quickly. The martial arts competition is approaching, so don’t let any injuries occur.” Smiling, Lin Huiren had already left towards 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 obviously just a registered disciple of the seventh level of true energy, but he didn't look like an ordinary registered disciple.
He couldn't think of how to find out about Lin Hui's identity and background. If he did it rashly, he might make Lin Hui unhappy, so 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 getting along with. Lin Hui can be regarded as his only friend on Qingyang Peak.
After Lin Hui walked away, Yang Ze did not stop here, 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 spat out a mouthful of dark blood, which fell in front of him.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Yang Ze felt the unimpeded meridians in his body, and then he used his kung fu to finally dissolve all the remaining fist power in his body.
Fortunately, Lin Hui used his true energy to help him dissolve most of his fist strength. Otherwise, Yang Ze could only seal the fist strength at that time, and it would take even more time to cultivate it afterwards.
That is, when Lin Hui took action at that time, Yang Ze discovered that Lin Hui's practice was also a Qi-nourishing technique. Otherwise, if two different true energies collided, there would definitely be repulsion.
After this battle, Yang Ze has a certain understanding of his current combat power. It seems that with his current combat power, he is no longer inferior to ordinary ninth-level true energy warriors.
In the fight with Wu He, in the last blow, he was actually able to block the punch, but instead of blocking it, he was injured.
The reason why Yang Ze did this was because he did not want to expose his true strength.
There are too many people present. Once it is known that he can fight with the ninth level of true vitality with the eighth level of true vitality, other people will definitely notice him in the martial arts competition.
In that battle, Wu He might have held back, but again, Yang Ze did not use his full strength.
He has never used his Blade Slash against the Wind. Currently, no one in the entire Qingyang Peak knows that he has other sword skills.
Moreover, Yang Ze has always hidden the Blood-Destroying Sword and has never taken it out in front of others. Only Yang Ze who took out the Blood-Destroying Sword is the strongest Yang Ze.
He took a deep breath. Although the fist power in his body had been dissolved, Yang Ze still felt a little bit of pain. The blow from the ninth level of true vitality was not a joke after all. He was also made of flesh and blood. If he hadn't broken through to the eighth level of true vitality,
, I really didn’t dare to take a direct hit today.
After running the Qi Nourishing Technique, Yang Ze began to slowly recuperate. If he wanted to restore the injury to a healed state, he still needed to use his own energy to treat it. Otherwise, it would be delayed and become a hidden injury, which would be troublesome.
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There was no words all night, and only after dawn did Yang Ze finish his recuperation, exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and woke up from his meditating state.
After a night of repairing, Yang Ze felt that his energy and spirit had returned to its previous state at this moment.
Without going out, Yang Ze was still sitting on the futon. He took out a dusty wood branch from the package and put it in his hand. This dusty wood branch was given to him by Wu He. It has the effect of nourishing the air and the spirit.
Looking at this strange-looking dustwood branch, Yang Ze really didn't want to swallow it in one gulp, so he had to go into a simple stove in the house and boil the dustwood branch into a soup.
An hour later, Yang Ze picked up the bowl of soup and drank it in one gulp.
After the decoction entered the body, it turned into a warm current flowing in Yang Ze's body. The black stone pattern on his chest emitted light. As soon as the warm current appeared, it was immediately transformed into a stream of energy and injected into his body.
The movement skills absorbed this energy, and Yang Ze felt that the true energy in his body was gradually rising again.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Six hours passed before this energy was completely absorbed by him. Yang Ze's eyes opened, and a bright light flashed between his eyebrows.
And passed.
In just six hours, the true vitality in his body had increased a lot, which was 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 by others. 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.
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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 haven't perfected my Blade Slash in the Wind yet, and martial arts is not that urgent for me. If I can master all these martial arts, I will definitely have enough 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 existed in the blade have become even bigger.
"Hold on, the martial arts competition 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 actually 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, and its medicinal effect is more powerful than two dust wood branches put together.
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 for 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 very small, and he had to complete three tasks every month. The key was that it was not 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 unfortunately there was no other way.
Thinking of this, he turned around and walked to 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 time and time again.
But later on, due to sect rules, this person never caused trouble to him again or showed up again. Yang Ze did not expect that he would see Zheng Hong here again today.