113: C113 The Secret of the Mountain

C113 The Secret of the Mountain

It took Miao Hong a few minutes to recover from his shock. The Genuine Qi that erupted from Zhou Yang just now had terrified and shocked him. Why?

Why was Zhou Yang's strength so terrifying?

"Zhou Yang, you dare to humiliate me!"

Miao Hong raised the sword in his hand with a trembling hand and pointed it at Zhou Yang. He said angrily, "You could have defeated me in three moves, but you actually hid your true strength. You!"

Zhou Yang heard what Miao Hong said and quickly pulled Guyu away from his arms. He let ___ stand at the side and hesitated for a moment before cupping his fists at Miao Hong. He said, "Brother Miao, I didn't do this on purpose. If you feel uncomfortable... You can just come at me."

Guyu shook her head. Why did Zhou Yang become so unreliable at this critical moment? Now that he said it, it would be strange if Miao Hong didn't go berserk.

Guyu quickly walked up and pulled Miao Hong's right hand. She pressed his sword down and looked at Miao Hong worriedly. "Senior brother, how can you do this? It was true that Zhou Yang had suppressed his strength, but it was also for your own good. At least in front of the other junior brothers, you... "

" Junior sister, step aside. I don't need you to comfort me. " Miao Hong laughed and pushed Guyu away.

Guyu, on the other hand, lost her balance and almost fell to the ground. Miao Hong continued to speak to Zhou Yang, "I can accept that you defeated me, but you dare lie to me. You are so strong, yet you still want to suppress your own strength. Are you looking down on me, Miao Hong? "

Zhou Yang spread his hands. He didn't know how to explain this to Miao Hong, so he could only look at Miao Hong's master, white-haired old man.

White-haired old man sighed and said to Miao Hong with a stern face, "Miao Hong, Zhou Yang is doing this for your own good. You have never had such an intense battle in so many years. Don't you think you have collected a lot of goods in this battle?"

Miao Hong remained silent. white-haired old man continued, "Go and have a good rest. I believe in your talent. After a great battle, you will definitely become stronger."

Miao Hong sighed and closed his eyes, seeming to have experienced the vicissitudes of life. He nodded and was just about to turn around and leave when he said to Zhou Yang. "Zhou Yang, I hope you will not mistreat Little Junior Sister in the future. I will work hard to improve my strength. One day, I will surpass you!"

When Zhou Yang heard what Miao Hong said, he touched his nose and said with a smile, "Alright, a man never goes back on his word. I will wait for that day!"

Miao Hong nodded. His eyes lit up with a trace of blood. Then he said to white-haired old man, "Master, I request that you allow me to go down the mountain and travel."

White-haired old man sighed and patted Miao Hong on the shoulder. He nodded and said, "It's good that you go down the mountain, but you must remember my teachings. Don't bully others with your power. Cultivate your martial arts well and strive to reach the realm of Qi Refining and Soul Formation as soon as possible. "

Miao Hong solemnly bowed to white-haired old man, then turned around and left the back mountain.

Zhou Yang was also about to leave, but he heard white-haired old man call him and Guyu, so he stood by the side, wanting to hear what white-haired old man wanted to say.

"A very ancient book in our sect records an ancient thing. It was said that thousands of years ago. There was once an expert who was transcending his tribulation in this mountain range. Unexpectedly, he was unable to resist the might of the thunder tribulation. His disciple was the ancestor of our sect. He buried his cenotaph in that mountain range. It's said that there's also a secret manual unique to him. "

White-haired old man looked at the mountain range on the east side and pointed in a general direction. He said to Zhou Yang again, "There are many wild beasts in this mountain range. It belongs to the uninhabited region. I think if little friend Zhou doesn't mind, we can go and find some opportunities, but the reason why no one has ever been to our sect before is because of this. It's also because of the danger."

Guyu asked curiously from the side, "Master, you are so strong. Why don't you go?"

White-haired old man shook his head and sighed, "My master doesn't allow me to go. I think there are many opportunities. But my strength back then was not enough. Although I have a small achievement now, but I'm afraid it won't be of much use to me. "

After saying that, white-haired old man looked at Zhou Yang and said, "Little friend, are you interested?"

Zhou Yang had been listening to white-haired old man's words the whole time. He was thinking in his heart. If what he said was true, if that wise man really transcended his tribulation, he was afraid that his strength wouldn't be any weaker than a Foundation Stage.

As for his treasure, it wasn't that Zhou Yang didn't want it. It was just that after so many years, it was still hard to say whether it could be completely preserved. As for the treasure, Zhou Yang now had the Mountain River Fan and Peacock Mirror to protect his body. He really didn't need anything else.

"Why don't we let Guyu go with me? If we can really get something, then since she is the ancestor of your sect, I should return it to her."

Zhou Yang smiled and looked at Guyu and white-haired old man.

White-haired old man was stunned for a moment and immediately understood what Zhou Yang was thinking. He secretly felt lucky for Guyu. Zhou Yang was indeed a good person. He always thought for Guyu.

"No need. If there is really an opportunity, the two of you can deal with it as you see fit. Come with me."

White-haired old man generously smiled and then led Zhou Yang and Guyu to the backyard of the Black Clarity Monastery. He took out an item made of sheepskin from his room and handed it to Zhou Yang. He smiled and said, "It recorded the approximate location of the burial ground of our ancestors. It should be helpful to you."

Zhou Yang nodded and did not stand on ceremony. He kept the sheepskin scroll in his arms and then said goodbye to white-haired old man and walked to the resting place with Guyu.1

"Guyu, you are familiar with this area. I need to trouble you to buy more supplies. Two tents, something to get the fire, and some food." Zhou Yang smiled at Guyu. He saw that she was absent-minded. He continued, "Go and see your senior brother."

When Guyu heard him, she shook her head and remained silent, as if she had already made up her mind. Seeing this, Zhou Yang did not say anything. He parted ways with Guyu and went into the house to rest.

Although it was to rest, Zhou Yang also took the opportunity to consolidate his strength. He had just entered the mid Foundation Establishment stage when he encountered a heavenly lightning. Zhou Yang's strength fluctuated a little.

For half a day and night, Zhou Yang stayed in the room to adjust his Qi. That place must be extraordinary. Otherwise, such a good thing would not have fallen on Zhou Yang's head.

To be able to experience the heavenly tribulation as an Ancient Martial Cultivator, the strength of this old ancestor of Flying Immortal Sect was unfathomable. Although he had inherited the inheritance, it must be extraordinary. Perhaps there would be some kind of mechanism or something like that.

The next morning, Guyu and Zhou Yang set off. They took the cable car and went down the mountain. After that, they walked towards the mountain range, in order to save energy and avoid any accidents.

That mountain was called "Dragon Mountain." It had been named this since ancient times. There was a small village at the foot of the mountain. There were more than a hundred people, but since the mountain mysteriously appeared some wild beasts. The people in the village also mysteriously disappeared from time to time, so the remaining small village was also forced to move away from the foot of the mountain.

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