When he said the words "Lianqi is like silk", Sikong Zhengye's face twitched violently.

If he had known earlier that Han Yang could practice Qi as silk at the second level of Qi Gathering, he might have fought for it so as not to fall out directly.

Unfortunately, he didn't expect it either.

Now that Han Yang has been offended, it is already a bit late to ease the relationship between the two.

A cold and murderous intention gradually rose in Sikong Zhengye's eyes.

If you can't win them over, the more genius you are, the more you deserve to die!

With just the second level of Qi Gathering, you have already reached the point where Qi can be practiced like silk. In a few years, how far will it grow to?

"Okay! It is true that a hero comes from a young age. No wonder you have the courage to refuse Jixia Academy! With your talent, even if you go to the Ten Sacred Sects, you will be fully cultivated... But I was abrupt..."

Sikong Zhengye, who was murderous just a moment ago, suddenly laughed and became pleasant again.

He said kindly to the middle-aged scholar who had retreated to a corner of the tent: "Zi Wen, with Brother Han's talent, he has to go to the third hunting team to show off his talents. I have made the decision and exempted him from serving in the hunting team.

Do you have any objection?"

The middle-aged scholar who brought Han Yang in, although he could not understand the situation at all, immediately nodded smartly and said: "Since you have spoken, general, of course there is no problem... Haha, Han Yang, why don't you thank the general quickly?

"

Upon hearing this, Han Yang just glanced at Sikong Zhengye and chose to turn around and leave without looking back.

When the three figures disappeared completely, the smile on Sikong Zhengye's face slowly faded.

"General..."

The old man looked worried.

This time, Sikong Zhengye was greatly humiliated by Han Yang.

"Inform the Heavenly Dao that the medicine man they want is here, but there is an eighth-level Qi-gathering and a ninth-level Qi-gathering beside them to protect the Tao. Let's see if they dare to take it themselves."

Sikong Zhengye's entire face looked uncertain in the candlelight of the big tent, and his voice was as cold as ice.

When the woman on the left heard this, the corners of her mouth slowly raised, and she let out a sigh of relief.

…

Guard outside the gate of the camp.

"Han Yang, you are impulsive, that is Jixia Academy!"

Lu Xingyun looked like he had lost the 100,000-year-old elixir and was filled with regret.

Xu Ziran looked at Han Yang with admiration and said sincerely: "You have joined Yuanmen for less than half a year, but you are so loyal. I really didn't expect... From now on, my life, Xu Ziran, will be yours. Whoever you ask me to kill,

I will kill anyone!"

This affectionate look gave Han Yang goosebumps all over his body, and he said hurriedly: "Don't get me wrong, I really have my own things to do and can't go to Jixia Academy."

Xu Ziran patted Han Yang on the shoulder and said, "I understand, but I won't say it." "I understand, I understand everything."

You know shit!

Han Yang was simply speechless.

Can you please stop making up your own mind?

When Han Yang returned to the Yuanmen camp, he clearly felt that the Yuanmen warriors guarding the monster front had a different attitude towards him.

When they were greeted earlier, most of these people were perfunctory, as if they had to welcome them because of the rules.

In the eyes of these warriors who guard the monster front and fight all day long, the people in the sect are just flowers in the greenhouse.

No matter how talented you are, it's useless.

But it was different now. Those warriors looked at Han Yang with extremely affectionate eyes.

It was obvious that Han Yang's rejection of Jixia Academy was spreading as quickly as possible.

Being able to refuse Jixia Academy for the sake of the Yuan Clan, Han Yang only arrived at the monster battle line for less than half an hour and successfully became the idol of all Yuan Clan disciples.

Of course, in the eyes of other warriors, this Han Yang is simply a fool. He may not even know that such good things like pie in the sky are difficult for countless warriors to find in their lifetime.

At night.

Lu Xingyun stretched out on the chair tiredly and said angrily: "These bastards, I even said that Han Yang didn't want their merits, but they didn't believe it. They tortured me all afternoon, saying that they would collect merits for Han Yang, so that

He should leave this hellish place as soon as possible..."

Xu Ziran poured a cup of tea for Lu Xingyun and said with a smile: "It seems that they have no objection to Han Yang anymore? When I first came here, it took me half a year to be accepted by them."

Lu Xingyun clicked his tongue and exclaimed, "Can you refuse to accept it? There are not many fools who refuse Jixia Academy for the sake of the sect... They are all reluctant to let Han Yang die in this damn place..."

After speaking, he glanced at Han Yang.

Han Yang sat cross-legged and washed his body with the energy of the stars, not bothering to pay attention to these two people.

The two of them have been acting like this all afternoon.

That look in his eyes... was exactly the same as when Han Yang told Emperor Chu that I would no longer be your son, and I would go to Yuanmen to become a disciple.

After drinking up a cup of tea, Lu Xingyun looked much more serious and said solemnly: "The recent rumors are a bit wrong. I suggest you not leave the Thousand Miles Wall for the time being. I suspect that someone wants to do something to you secretly."

During this afternoon, Lu Xingyun had discovered many mysterious figures wandering outside the Yuanmen camp.

"I know."

Han Yang naturally understood.

It's only the beginning now.

In a few days, maybe people from Heibang and the Nalan Family will arrive, and it will be even more lively by then.

He is also waiting, waiting for the medicine residue in his body to be washed away before he can take the hundred thousand year elixir again.

When the time comes, Hongyan Knife will inevitably be stained with blood again.

"Okay, you two have a good rest, I'm going to patrol the wall..."

Lu Xingyun nodded, stood up and walked out without saying anything else.

…

Nanyang County, County Sheriff's Mansion.

Sheriff Ren Tu was kneeling on the ground, his face as white as paper.

He thought that the palace master would be furious because of the death of special envoy Zhang Wuliang and send officials to investigate, but he did not expect that the one who came this time would be such a big shot.

The second young master of the Palace Master, Zong Jin!

Among the four princes of the palace, this is the one who is most likely to become the young master of the clan.

This second young master stamped his feet, not to mention the small Nanyang County, but the entire Xuan Mansion would tremble.

The master of the palace actually asked the second young master to come in person to investigate the cause of Zhang Wuliang's death. It was obvious that this matter was more serious than Ren Tu thought.

On the main seat, a noble young man with a face like a crown jade, eyebrows like ink paintings, and eyes like autumn waves, was enjoying the service of the maid.

A young maid, as beautiful as a flower, held a spiritual fruit in her mouth and gently put it into the young man's mouth.

The young man's expression remained as usual, with no mood changes at all, as if he had long been accustomed to such service.

The other maid took a mouthful of wine and leaned forward to put it into the young man's mouth.

"peach……"

The young man spoke slowly: "Your mouth is not as sweet as before..."

The little maid's face instantly turned pale, and she knelt on the ground with a thud.

The boy's handsome eyebrows raised slightly.

As if she had been electrocuted, the little maid hurriedly got up from the ground, lowered her head, and did not dare to say a word, but her face looked like a dead person.

The young man no longer paid attention to the little maid, but lowered his eyebrows and looked at Ren Tu who was kneeling on the ground.

"Kneel down higher, do you still want me to lower my head to look at you?"

Ren Tu was startled and hurriedly adjusted his kneeling position and raised his neck so that the young man wouldn't have to exert too much effort.

The young man then continued: "You said that it might be Yuanmen Han Yang who did it secretly, but unfortunately there is no evidence. In fact, it doesn't matter whether it is him or not..."

unimportant?

Ren Tu was a little confused.

The young man took the second spirit fruit delivered by the little maid with his mouth, and then slowly said: "The Palace Master's special envoy is dead. Regardless of whether there is suspicion or not, all warriors in Nanyang County should not live... Give me an order,
Chapter completed!