Chapter 59 Sacrifice the knife in my hand

"Wuyou, I think Han Yang is reckless and ignorant. He does whatever he wants based on his talent. He is not worthy of the Zhang family's efforts!"

"Uncle, believe me, Wuyou will never see the wrong person. Han Yang's move must have deep meaning."

In front of Siguo Cliff in the night, two figures stood.

One of them is the new direct disciple, Zhang Wuyou, the third son of the Zhang family.

The other one was an octogenarian, with a rickety figure and even a slight decline in vitality and blood.

He is Zhang Jing, the ancestor of the Zhang family and one of the peak elders of the Yuan Sect’s bone forging.

Zhang Jing took a deep look at Zhang Wuyou and said no more.

The latter is the Zhang family's first genius in three hundred years, and the only person in the Zhang family who has any hope of attacking Qi Gathering.

His decision almost represents the will of the Zhang family, and even he, the ancestor, cannot stand in the way.

"Stop! Siguoya is a forbidden area, and no one else is allowed to enter!"

As soon as the two appeared on Siguo Cliff, they were stopped by a figure.

This man is clearly a seventh-level bone-forging expert, which shows that Siguoya's defense is tight.

Zhang Jing calmly took out a token and said in a deep voice: "I came here on the orders of Deputy Sect Master Tian to meet Han Yang!"

The seventh-level bone-forging warrior carefully inspected the token, then nodded slightly and turned sideways to let it go, "You only have one stick of incense time, so you must not delay it for no reason!"

After Zhang Jing and Zhang Wuyou disappeared, the seventh-level bone-forging warrior waved his hand, and someone appeared beside him.

"Go and notify Crazy Tiger, just say... people from the Zhang family are here to visit Han Yang!"

…

Every cell in Si Guo Ya is made of ice black iron and is indestructible.

Even a peak bone-forging expert cannot destroy the prison and escape from it.

Coupled with the fact that there is no spiritual energy for cultivation here, the warriors who were punished at Siguo Cliff would be worse off than dead.

In just a few years, their path to martial arts can almost be cut off.

When Zhang Jing and Zhang Wuyou walked into Siguo Cliff, they could hear the murmurs of many crazy people.

Those were crazy warriors who had been imprisoned for too long and suffered mental breakdown. Many of them had the reputation of being geniuses in the past.

But just a few years or even a few months in this cliff of thinking will destroy your will, and you will never be able to climb the peak of martial arts in this life. There are so many people like this.

In the night, thin whispers were heard in the ears, making the place look like hell and making people's hair stand on end.

Even with Zhang Jing's mind, he felt more than just a chill behind his back.

Zhang Wuyou, on the other hand, looked calm, as if he couldn't hear the screams and murmurs of the prisoners.

They didn't stop until they reached a cave on the left side of the cliff.

This is where Han Yang is imprisoned.

When the two of them saw the situation in the cell through the moonlight, their expressions couldn't help but change slightly.

I thought that Han Yang, who was imprisoned in Siguo Cliff, would be restless and even furious.

Unexpectedly, this guy was sitting cross-legged with a peaceful expression, as if he was practicing a special technique.

Hearing the footsteps, Han Yang opened his eyes slightly indifferently.

"While I'm thinking about crossing the cliff, I still don't forget to practice. Brother Han is really in a good mood!"

Zhang Wuyou smiled and cupped his hands with an appreciative look on his face.

He is not afraid of being favored or humiliated, and he is indeed someone whom Zhang Wuyou values.

"It seems that the things were obtained in advance."

Han Yang stood up and looked at Zhang Wuyou. On the contrary, Zhang Jing, the elder at the peak of bone forging, was completely ignored by him.

Zhang Wuyou nodded, took out a four-foot-long wooden box from behind, and stuffed it into the stone prison along the gap.

Han Yang opened the wooden box and immediately felt a refreshing chill.

A four-foot-long knife with a simple style lay quietly in the wooden box.

When the wooden box was opened, the blade actually let out a Qingyue dragon roar.

What struck Han Yang the most was that the blade of the Bing Chang Dao was as white as snow, which looked a bit strange.

"This sword... is called Qixue, and it is the best among lower-grade spiritual weapons.

According to legend, if you can communicate with it spiritually, you can even exert the power of a mid-grade spiritual weapon. I think you will not be disappointed, Brother Han! "

Zhang Wuyou's eyes were smiling, and there was no trace of reluctance on his face, as if what he was giving away was not a low-grade spiritual weapon that could be used as a family treasure, but a piece of ordinary iron.

Canglang!

Han Yang drew his sword out of its sheath and struck it directly on the prison door made of ice black iron in front of him.

Zheng!

The ice black iron, which was invulnerable even at the peak of bone forging, was actually cut off directly by the snow-defying knife.

Han Yang put the knife into its sheath and laughed, "It's really a good knife!"

Zhang Jing on the side looked at the severed cell door and twitched the corners of his mouth fiercely.

After thinking about crossing the cliff, he actually dared to break the prison door. This Han Yang was indeed as arrogant and unruly as the legend said.

Zhang Wuyou took out another token from his arms and said, "With this token, Brother Han can enter Yanyue Valley..."

"As expected of a big family, the work efficiency is very high. I am very satisfied."

Han Yang took the token unceremoniously and put it in his arms.

Zhang Wuyou laughed, always feeling that there was a hint of ridicule in Han Yang's words.

Seeing that Han Yang seemed to have no intention of leaving the prison, Zhang Wuyou asked in surprise: "Brother Han, aren't you planning to leave now?"

Even Ye Nantian, who was the number one new core disciple, dared to depose him. Zhang Wuyou didn't think Han Yang would care about Si Guo Ya's rules.

Han Yang said calmly: "How can I leave without killing the person I want to kill? Mr. Zhang, please invite me!"

Zhang Wuyou was used to Han Yang's attitude of turning his back on him as soon as he got a benefit, so he nodded and left.

Zhang Jing on the side hesitated to speak, only feeling that his world view of the past century had been overturned by these two juniors.

In just a few words, one of them sent out a top-grade spiritual weapon, and the other even waved his hand impatiently to chase away the guests?

Do all young people today do things this way?

After leaving Siguo Cliff, Zhang Jing couldn't help but said: "Wuyou, this Han Yang..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Wuyou shook his head with a strange expression, "It's really amazing... In just two days, he actually made a breakthrough again? With such talent, Li Xuanyu, who is known as a heaven-level genius, is probably no more than this... Uncle, you don’t have to worry.”

…

In the stone cave prison, Han Yang sat cross-legged, placing the snow-controlling knife across his knees, feeling the coldness emanating from the blade.

This knife is undoubtedly stronger than the Tianque knife!

Zhang Wuyou didn't lie. This spiritual sword was no less than a middle-grade spiritual weapon.

Han Yang used the method of distinguishing weapons from the God Realm in his previous life. He poured the power of the stars into the blade and could clearly feel the fine cracks on the blade.

This is a remnant!

He had been seriously injured by other weapons before.

Even so, it can still maintain the status of a low-grade spiritual weapon. It can be seen that before it is damaged, its level is quite high. Even if it is not a high-grade spiritual weapon, it is still the best among middle-grade spiritual weapons.

From this point of view, Zhang Wuyou was mistaken.

"You can even get this kind of magical weapon. This Wuyou is indeed more than just the third son of the Zhang family..."

Han Yang muttered to himself, but looked towards the entrance of the cave.

Over there, there was an inaudible sound of footsteps coming from far away.

"The Li family is really brave. They dare to attack me in the sect? Just in time, I will take their lives tonight and sacrifice them to the sword in my hand!"

Han Yang stood up suddenly and stood with a knife.

After about three or five breaths, a person appeared at the entrance of the cave.

The visitor was dressed in black and had a black fox mask on his head. He was clearly a Four Seasons Tower killer.

Seeing the broken cell door and Han Yang standing with a knife, the Four Seasons Tower killer was stunned for a moment, then the cold light in his hand trembled and he stabbed Han Yang's face mercilessly.

All the bones in the body made a crackling sound like fried beans, and sixty-four bones lit up together.

Bone forging...seventh level? !