"Senior, don't believe this devil's words! Kill him! Avenge the hundreds of thousands of monks in Tianfeng City!"

"Yes, senior, the people of the demon clan are not trustworthy. If senior kills him, I, Zhao Ritian, are willing to be a cow and a horse for you!"

....

Hearing the devil's bewitchment at Yang Xiaole, the monks below all looked anxious and advised Yang Xiaole in the air.

"Hahaha, devil, have you heard it? Your demons are doing so many evil things, why did I spare you? As for your father and brother, I will wash my neck and wait. Sooner or later, I will send them all down to accompany you!"

Yang Xiaole narrowed his eyes and did not talk too much nonsense. He directly activated the formation. Tens of rays of rays poured out. The middle-stage devil of the Nascent Soul stage, without even letting out a fart, was directly pierced by the rays of rays and shattered in the air.

"The devil is dead? That devil is dead?"

"Die! The devil is really dead! The demonic energy in the sky is slowly dissipating! The devil is really dead!"

"Oh my God! Master, senior brother and sister, have you seen it? The devil is finally dead!"

Seeing this scene, the monks in Tianfeng City knelt down and kept kowtowing to Yang Xiaole.

"Thank you for removing the great harm for me! We are willing to be a cow and horse for you, and we will never regret it if you die!"

"Thank you for avenging our tribe! From tonight, the Wang family in Tianfeng City will be your vassal, but with the drive, no one dares not to obey!"

....

"Okay, okay, get up."

Seeing this scene, Yang Xiaole waved his hand gently, "What a cow or horse, no one dares to refuse to follow, he doesn't need it at all!"

However, just as Yang Xiaole refused, purple and golden auras suddenly rose from those people, and merged into Yang Xiaole's body.

"I'll go, is this merit and faith?"

Feeling that the spiritual power in his body had increased a little, Yang Xiaole was stunned. He killed a demon and actually had such an effect?

"Thank you senior!"

When they heard Yang Xiaole ask them to get up, these people did not dare to neglect them, and then stood up quickly, but their expressions were full of piety.

"Okay, then what, Xueyan, you can go and save your brother. I'm on the air to watch, let me go

Who dares to attack you? I will kill you directly!"

Then, Yang Xiaole turned his head and looked at the forest on the ground. Jiang Xueyan, who was dull on his face, reminded him.

"Yes, yes, I know Brother Yang!"

Hearing Yang Xiaole's words, Jiang Xueyan quickly reacted and rushed towards Tianfeng City.

When the rest of the people saw this scene, they all reacted.

"Yes! Let's go, everyone, hurry up and save people in the dungeon!"

"Oh my God, my grandson is finally saved! Hurry up, let's go!"

A group of monks immediately followed Jiang Xueyan and ran towards the dungeon.

As for the human traitors who guarded the dungeon, when facing the anger of the crowd, they did not react at all, and were directly bombarded into pieces by these people.

Most of these monks who betrayed the human race are some monks in the body refining stage, and they have no talent at all.

After all, talented monks have been arrested by the demons as food, and only these monks they look down on can barely become their slaves.

Soon, Jiang Xueyan helped a man in his thirty years old and walked out of Tianfeng City.

When they arrived in front of Yang Xiaole, whether it was Jiang Xueyan or Jiang Feng, they knelt down directly in front of Yang Xiaole: "The Jiang family in Tianfengcheng, thank you for your great kindness and virtue!"

"Okay, okay, get up. Take this pill for your brother to heal the injury!"

Then, Yang Xiaole waved his hand gently, and a pill appeared out of thin air in his hand and handed it to Jiang Xueyan.

"Thank you senior!"

Feeling the strong medicinal power contained in the pill, Jiang Xueyan's expression was full of excitement, and an indescribable feeling lingered in his heart.

Indeed, Yang Xiaole now not only helped her rescue her brother, but also gave them such precious pills. How could she not touch her?

"Okay, okay, go and heal the wound."

At this time, Yang Xiaole frowned deeply, and there was an indescribable meaning in his eyes when he looked at Jiang Feng.

This Jiang Feng is actually like Xie Ling'er before, and has a spiritual root with attributes!

Moreover, this Jiang Feng is actually an eighth-grade spiritual root!

Obviously, Yang Xiaole is now tempted by the love of talent.

A cultivator with metal spiritual roots is born to be a genius who practices sword skills. Especially after comprehension of the sword, his combat power can be increased countless times!

This is definitely the most suitable candidate for Yang Xiaole now.

In terms of alchemy, there is already a Xie Ling'er who can pass on it. If the swordsman can accept Jiang Feng as his apprentice, it will be a great ending.

"Yes, Brother Yang!"

Hearing Yang Xiaole's words, Jiang Xueyan quickly supported her brother, found a broken gatekeeper, and walked in, using the spiritual energy and the medicinal power of Yang Xiaole's elixir to heal Jiang Feng's injuries.

However, since Jiang Xueyan is just a monk at the third level of Qi training, if he wants to heal a monk at the eighth level of Qi training, spiritual energy is undoubtedly a drop in the bucket.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xiaole couldn't help but sigh deeply, waved his hand gently, and a stream of spiritual energy was directly hit by Yang Xiaole's body.

"Forehead!"

Feeling this spiritual power, Jiang Feng suddenly felt shocked, and all the serious injuries suffered by his body were healed directly.

"Thank you senior!"

After healing his wounds, Jiang Feng came to Yang Xiaole again and bowed heavily.

For him, he could not repay his life-saving grace.

"Hehehe, thank you, no need. I ask you, are you willing to worship me as your teacher and learn swordsmanship?"

At this time, Yang Xiaole narrowed his eyes and spoke softly.

For him, it is enough to just say no to him or not, but if the other party agrees, someone will teach him the inheritance of his sword intent.

"Ah? Take a master as your teacher and learn swordsmanship?"

But after hearing Yang Xiaole's words, Jiang Feng was stunned.

Just now when he was on the road, he heard his sister Jiang Xueyan say in person that this senior is a disciple of the Ancient Formation Sect, and his formation is extremely powerful.

With the late stage of the Golden Pill, he directly killed a devil in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. This kind of strength can be said to be so terrifying!

Why is the other party going to take him as his disciple and teach him his sword skills now?

It would be fine if a formation master did not teach the formation, but instead taught the sword technique. What's the situation?
Chapter completed!