Ancient Immortal Doctor Lin Caihan

After Xu Huier, Yuan Jiner and other women left, Xiaoqian looked at Zhao Yang with red eyes.

"My son, thank you."

"You are mine, so naturally I can't watch you being bullied." Zhao Yang said with a slight smile.

"Actually, I am..." Xiaoqian stopped at this point.

She wanted to tell Zhao Yang her identity, but then she worried that Zhao Yang would be raped.

After all, the relationship between Yu Clan and Human Clan is not very friendly?

What if Zhao Yang handed himself over?

"I know your identity is not simple." Zhao Yang said with a smile, "Just tell me what resources you need for cultivation."

"Aren't you worried that my identity will be against you?" Xiaoqian asked tentatively.

"The future will be discussed in the future."

"If one day my identity is exposed, I will definitely not implicate you, son." Xiaoqian thought to herself.

"I'm going to retreat next, don't look for me if you have nothing to do."

Xiaoqian nodded and left.

Zhao Yang pondered for a moment, then suppressed his breath, and quietly appeared in Xiaoqian's room.

Not long after, Xiaoqian returned to her room.

She cautiously looked around, then waved out a restraint, which enveloped her surroundings, making it impossible to see what it looked like.

Xiaoqian's restraint was clever, but she couldn't hide it from Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang quietly broke Xiaoqian's restraint, and the next moment Zhao Yang couldn't help but gasped.

A pair of golden wings appeared on Xiaoqian's back, and at the same time some scales appeared on her neck.

"This..." Zhao Yang finally understood why Xiaoqian wanted to hide her identity.

Xiaoqian is not a human race at all.

After pondering for a while, Zhao Yang quietly left here.

Before Zhao Yang said that he didn't care about Xiaoqian's identity, that was just lip service.

How could he not check Xiaoqian's identity?

The danger should be suppressed at the source, okay?

Zhao Yang then came to Xu Huier's room, and he asked Xu Huier about Xiaoqian's symptoms.

"The one you are talking about should be the Yu Clan." Xu Huier looked at Zhao Yang suspiciously, "The Yu Clan is a very strong group, and it is not inferior to the Human Clan in terms of strength."

"Is the human race so scumbag?" Zhao Yang was stunned.

How can a random ethnic group pop up, and its strength can be compared with the human race?

"The human race was so prosperous back then, so many people fell into trouble when they were in trouble." Xu Huier changed her voice when she said this, "You don't know the monks of the Yu clan, do you?"

"I knew one when I was in the lower realm."

"That's good." Xu Hui'er said softly, "The relationship between the human race and the major ethnic groups is not good, so there are aliens in the human race..."

Xu Huier didn't say the next words, but the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

kill!

Zhao Yang pondered for a while before returning to his room.

He began to study the alchemy and array secrets given to him by the sect.

Time passed slowly like this.

One month!

Two months!

Three months!

After half a year passed, even if Zhao Yang didn't cultivate deliberately, his cultivation base had already set foot on the seventh floor of the True Wonderland.

That day he was awakened by a sudden knock on the door.

With a wave of his hand, the door of the room opened.

"Senior Brother Zhao." Xiaoxia's face was full of anxiety.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Yang asked puzzled.

"Miss and Yuan Jin'er went on an expedition half a month ago. Miss said that she would be back in three to five days, but it's been half a month and she hasn't come back yet." Xiaoxia said anxiously.

"Do you know the address?"

"know."

"Give me the address."

After Xiaoxia told Zhao Yang the address, Zhao Yang hurried away.

About half a day later, he came to an erupting volcano.

Zhao Yang jumped into the crater without the slightest hesitation. During the fall, he looked at the surrounding scenes.

No exception.

This is impossible.

When Zhao Yang fell onto the magma, he still didn't notice anything.

"Could it be that the two of them entered the magma?" Thinking like this, Zhao Yang split open the magma and walked towards it.

After reaching the end of the magma, Zhao Yang still didn't notice anything.

"Strange." Zhao Yang frowned.

Just as Zhao Yang was floating towards the magma, a terrifying sword light blasted towards him.

Zhao Yang's complexion suddenly changed.

Even though he made a hasty move, he was still injured by Jianmang.

He looked down at the blood flowing from his ribs, and he looked gloomyly at a figure floating above.

"Who are you?"

"He Biao."

"He Biao? He Biao, the ninth-ranked inner disciple of the Eastern Xuanzong?"

"That's right." He Biao had a ring of whiskers, and he smiled very honestly.

But Zhao Yang didn't think this guy was simple and honest at all.

"Zhang Long asked you to come?"

"Yes."

"Are you so confident that you can't become a true disciple?"

"True disciples are selected every three years, and each time there are only three places." He Biao said lightly, "How sure do you think I am?"

"There are only three quotas each time?" Only then did Zhao Yang realize how difficult it is to be a true disciple?

"So you know why I want to kill you?" He Biao said that the sword in his hand suddenly became dazzling.

"Then you also have this ability?" Zhao Yang swung his fist and blasted towards He Biao as he finished speaking.

Pure Yang Fist.

What Chunyangquan pays attention to is momentum.

Go forward.

Zhao Yang turned into a god of war, bathed in magma and killed He Biao.

There was no trace of fear on He Biao's face, he rushed towards Zhao Yang holding his sword.

The moment the two figures came into contact, Zhao Yang only felt a stormy wave coming towards his body. He staggered back and threw a second punch at He Biao at the same time.

He Biao's heart was not feeling well either.

Zhao Yang's fist was so hard that his tiger's mouth burst open.

But in the face of Zhao Yang's second punch, he did not choose to retreat, and resolutely charged again.

boom!

The clothes on Zhao Yang's body were torn, and blood continued to flow.

He Biao was panting like a cow, and his face was as pale as paper.

He looked at Zhao Yang's face full of fear, "If I hadn't sneaked up on you just now, I might not have been able to do anything to you." He Biao was a little lucky, fortunately he had sneaked up, otherwise he wouldn't know what to do?

"Do you think you can win me like this?" Zhao Yang sneered.

"You are already at the end of the crossbow, can you still turn the sky upside down?" He Biao just saw Zhao Yang's face showing a sneer when he said this, and then he noticed that the blood on Zhao Yang's body was boiling. At the same time, his fighting power rose instantly.

"Blood Qi Jue." He Biao's face showed a look of shock, "You...how could you have practiced Blood Qi Jue?"