“What’s going on?”

Yang Ming couldn't help but be shocked.

He originally wanted to try it and see if he could activate the Qiankun Sword Bag and collect a few apricot blossoms that fell on the ground after his cultivation level, but he did not expect such a result.

"The Qiankun Sword Bag has such a wonderful use? What exactly is the Qingfeng before? It doesn't look like a simple sword energy, is it the legendary weapon spirit?"

Yang Ming was puzzled and felt that the Qiankun Sword Bag was full of mystery.

However, Yang Ming knew very well that the Qiankun Sword Bag itself was a mystery, and it was normal for him to not understand his current state. Instead of thinking too much and wasting time, it would be better to let it go. Moreover, such a phenomenon and such function are beneficial to him.

"It's good, so I won't cut it off and refine it with a sword bag bit by bit. When Zhou Wu comes back, he will definitely be heartbroken. Haha."

Yang Ming suddenly realized that doing bad things can be very happy.

Yang Ming is now at the third level of Tongxuan and cannot defeat Zhou Wu at the fifth level of Tongxuan head-on, but this does not affect his use of other means to teach Zhou Wu a little lesson first.

Especially, this time, not only did he teach Zhou Wu a lesson, but he also got a lot of green liquid, which happened to be used to promote medicinal materials and help practice.

After doing nothing, Yang Ming simply searched Zhou Wu's residence. As a result, he found a total of 1,500 taels of silver notes under Zhou Wu's bed.

Yang Ming was overjoyed and thought that he was worthy of being a man with a golden apricot tree, but he actually hid so many silver notes at home. Now that these silver notes are in his hands, he has made him rich a little.

Yang Ming quickly left the scene, then spent a little silver to buy a jar of old wine and a pine tree from the street stall, and then returned to his residence.

Half an hour later, a hundred-year-old pine tree was freshly released. Although it was not hot, it was really fragrant.

This century-old pine tree is the size of a palm, with bright color, black and purple, and a faint glow on the surface, which was born from Yang Ming's consumption of all the green liquid.

Songzhi is an ordinary medicinal herb, but it is a spiritual herb for more than a hundred years. Logically speaking, it cannot be used by ordinary people, but Yang Ming has been prepared for it.

Yang Ming bought a jar of old wine to soak the century-old pineapple into medicinal wine. This method can not only relieve the medicinal power, but also benefit the human body's absorption.

Yang Ming opened the wine jar, cut Songzhi into pieces with a dagger, and soaked it in the wine together with the juice. In a short while, Songzhi melted into the wine, and a jar of Ganoderma wine was soaked simply.

Yang Ming was about to try the effect of Ganoderma lucidum wine, but suddenly heard heart-wrenching crying sounds coming from outside, and couldn't help laughing happily. It was no need to think about it that Zhou Wu must have returned to the nest and found that the golden apricot tree withered and the silver bills were stolen.

As the saying goes, most happiness is based on the pain of others. Yang Ming felt that this was indeed very reasonable.

Yang Ming was happy but didn't waste time because he knew that Zhou Wu was a huge threat, and this time he lost so much, he would definitely become even more crazy.

Yang Ming drank a small sip of Ganoderma lucidum wine, but felt his whole body hot. He quickly used his skills and opened up ten acupoints in one fell swoop.

Yang Ming was overjoyed. Although he knew that Ganoderma lucidum wine would have a strong effect, he did not expect it to be so strong. After all, the higher the cultivation level, the more vitality it requires and the greater the difficulty of cultivation. When he reached the third level of Tongxuan, he could still maintain such speed. If he said it, he would definitely envy and jealous a large number of practitioners.

However, for Yang Ming, the faster his cultivation level, the better. He polished his true energy, stabilized his cultivation level, and then he often opened up more acupoints.

In just half an hour, Yang Ming successfully reached the third level of Tongxuan. As for Ganoderma lucidum wine, it only consumed less than 10%. This result made Yang Ming very satisfied. At least he did not have to worry about not having any elixirs for cultivation in a short period of time.

Yang Ming drew out the steel sword and waved it a few times at will. He felt that the sword had obviously become lighter. It was immediately judged that his power had improved a lot.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Ming did not continue practicing, but washed and fed, and then fell asleep.

Although this day was short, too many things happened, which made Yang Ming very mentally exhausted and could not continue to support his cultivation.

In addition, if you want to continue practicing, you need to purchase martial arts. Such a fast cultivation speed will inevitably arouse suspicion from those who are interested and will also lead to unstable foundations. In addition, it is too late, so it is better to have a good rest for a night first.

With the protection of the city guard's identity, Yang Ming slept very sweetly. When he woke up the next morning, he not only recovered his physical strength, but also had a very good spirit.

After a brief wash, eating and drinking, Yang Ming came to a shop called Qizhen Pavilion early. This time, he spent 1,500 taels to buy four, five and six levels of "Tongxuan" magic tricks, and then spent another 500 taels of silver notes to buy a copy of "Basic Sword Technique Thirteen Styles".

The reason why he chose Qizhen Pavilion, which is as famous as Wanbao Pavilion and did not go to Wanbao Pavilion or Lingwu Hall is because he had offended the shopkeeper on the first floor of Wanbao Pavilion. If he consumed in Lingwu Hall, it was easy to be suspected that he was the one who stole Zhou Wu’s silver bill.

It is worth mentioning that this time, Yang Ming was wearing brand new leather armor, long sword, and a city guard waist card. Not only was he not despised, he was also very enthusiastic.

Yang Ming planned to go into seclusion for a few days and become a master in one fell swoop. However, the plan never changed quickly. Before he could return to his residence, his waist card emitted a glimmer of light.

Yang Ming knew that it was the Lingwu Hall summoning him. After thinking for a moment, he finally decided to go over and take a look. Because if he didn't want to lose his identity as the city guard, or even be punished by the Lingwu Hall and disobeying orders, it would never happen.

Yang Ming soon arrived at the Lingwu Hall, but found that what was waiting for him was several city guards led by Zhou Wu, the scarred Han Dynasty.

What surprised Yang Ming in particular was that Zhou Wu had actually become a high-level city guard, and his cultivation level had gone further and reached the more powerful Sixth Level of Tongxuan.

Yang Ming suddenly had a bad premonition that the Sixth Level of Tongxuan could easily kill him, especially Zhou Wu is still a high-level city guard, who can just use his power to deal with him. For example, now, Zhou Wu and Zhongcheng Guards will never have any good things to do.

"Yang Ming, you are finally here. There are important tasks for the hall to do. This is Zhou Wu, a senior city guard, and the captain of this operation. The others are your teammates. If you have any questions, you can ask them directly." The old man in charge saw Yang Ming and said with a kind tone, but there was no doubt.

"So you are the new brother. It looks pretty good. Although your cultivation is a bit low, we will take good care of you. Without further ado, since you are here, we will set off immediately." Zhou Wu smiled and looked at Yang Ming's eyes with murderous intent hidden deep in his eyes.
Chapter completed!