The strongest cultivator in the heavens

Chapter 4 My brother can't be this handsome
"Zhiruo, hand over the Yitian Sword to this young hero."

Hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo's face, which was originally covered in tears, turned pale.

She is just a woman, so it doesn't matter if she has extraordinary skills, in front of this young man of her age, it is impossible to defeat the enemy with one move at all.

The dragon-slaying knife is something that everyone in the world covets, but why not the Yitian sword with its name.

Even her master paid the price for this sword, but what choice does she have.

Defend the dignity of your master?Never hand over the Yitian sword?
Then she estimated that when she made this move, their Emei was not far from perishing.

Zhou Zhiruo didn't know how terrifying an unknown opponent was.

"Senior Sister, give it to him." Seeing Zhou Zhiruo holding on to the Yitian Sword, the Emei disciples on the side had some fear in their eyes, as if they were really afraid that Zhou Zhiruo would do something irreversible in a moment of anger.

At that time, I am afraid that these Emei disciples will also be buried together.

The master is certainly important and needs to be respected, but they are all dead now, so they are naturally worried about their own safety.

Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were full of helplessness, and the hand that was holding the Yitian sword began to tremble.

"I gave you the Yitian Sword, can you spare our Emei's life?"

Zhou Zhiruo's voice was so trembling and weak, but it still spread throughout the quiet hall.

Song Yuanqiao also looked at Yang Wenhao. Although he asked Zhou Zhiruo to hand over the Yitian Sword to Yang Wenhao, he would not just sit back and watch Yang Wenhao kill Emei.

"I just want the Yitian Sword." Yang Wenhao's face was indifferent.

What he wanted to accomplish has been completed, and the last thing left is the Yitian Sword.

Hearing Yang Wenhao's words, the disciples of Emei let out a sigh of relief, as if remaining alive after a catastrophe.

Zhou Zhiruo got up slowly after receiving Yang Wenhao's answer, and presented the Yitian Sword in front of Yang Wenhao with trembling hands.

Yang Wenhao stretched out his hand and took the Yitian Sword from Zhou Zhiruo's hand without hesitation.

After getting the Yitian Sword, Yang Wenhao's final goal was accomplished.

But at the moment Yang Wenhao got the Yitian Sword, the voice of the system came from Yang Wenhao's ear.

[Time is up, start returning]

Under the eyes of the people from the six sects of the Devil's Cult around him, a living person who had been standing there disappeared just like that.

Their eyes were full of astonishment, but after the astonishment passed, the whole world gradually turned gray, and all people and things seemed to stand still, motionless.

"Huh, I'm finally back." Yang Wenhao let out a breath of foul air, his eyes full of relief.

To be alone in a foreign land as a stranger is better than the world I was in, even though I have been in that world for two years.

"I don't know if I should say I'm 16 or not now."

Yang Wenhao shook his head, he had been in the Yitian Tulongji world for two years, and he was 16 years old now.

Although he has practiced the exercises, it seems that the changes are not that great, but as long as he is careful, he can see that Yang Wenhao's whole body is less childish, but more mature.

"That's why the skills of cultivating immortals are good." Yang Wenhao smiled.

Cultivating immortals can make people live forever and stay young forever.

This also laid a good foundation for Yang Wenhao to travel through the world in the future.

"System, show properties panel."

Host: Yang Wenhao
Boundary: three levels of Qi training

Cultivation method: Heavenly Dao Immortal Method

Points: 1000
Items: Yitian Sword, Alloy Sword, Silver Taels X100
"One thousand points is considered a strong family."

Yang Wenhao turned his gaze to the surroundings. He was teleported to the world of Yitian Tulongji at home, but now he was still at home when he came back.

And it seems that nothing has changed in the past two years.

System prompt: When the host travels through the world, except for the world where the host is located, the rest of the world is in a state of static time.

Yang Wenhao was taken aback by the sudden system prompt, but soon understood the meaning.

"So that's the case, then I don't have to worry about time."

Previously, Yang Wenhao was always worried about the time issue, fearing that if he did not go back for more than ten years, what would become unknown.

For now, it seems to be pretty good.

System prompt: The next crossing time is one month later, the host is requested to make preparations during this time.

"Okay, I understand." Yang Wenhao nodded.

And just when Yang Wenhao was about to go back to get something to eat, suddenly the door of the living room was opened, and a pretty girl stood at the door.

"Brother you."

The girl's hair is combed into a simple ponytail, fixed with a silver crescent-shaped hairpin, her jet-black bangs are well-proportioned, with a slight curvature, her melon-seeded face is slightly childish, and her pair of jewel-like eyes are like a gift from God. Same, fascinating.

Standing at the door, Yang Ying, dressed in a school uniform and with a soft complexion, looked at Yang Wenhao with surprise in her eyes.

"What's wrong, Xiaoying?" Yang Wenhao was puzzled. Isn't time standing still? Then he shouldn't be bad when he comes back. So what does Xiaoying's surprised expression mean.

"Brother, when did you learn cosplay?" Yang Ying took off her shoes, closed the door and walked into the living room.

Hearing this, Yang Wenhao was instantly embarrassed, and then he remembered that he had stayed in the world of Yitian Tulongji for two years, and he was wearing ancient costumes. Now that he came back, the clothes on his body were ancient costumes.

Walking into the living room, Yang Ying hurriedly turned around Yang Wenhao, looking at him carefully, for fear that she might not have noticed anything.

"Wow, I have to say, this suit really suits you." Yang Ying nodded to herself: "It just looks a little dirty, didn't you wash the clothes before wearing them?"

"Wash it."

The corners of Yang Wenhao's mouth trembled. He just came out of the secret way of the Demon Cult and even killed a person. It's still good to be able to do this, so there's no time to wash it.

Yang Ying pointed to Yang Wenhao's clothes: "Okay, I'm going to cook, brother, you can change your clothes, it's not strange to wear such clothes at home."

After Yang Ying left, Yang Wenhao turned around and went to the bedroom to get clothes, and then went to the bathroom to take a bath.

I have to say that taking a bath is the most fatigue-reducing.

All the burdens on my body flowed into the sewer along with the water flow.

"call"

In the bathroom, looking at his unrealistic body in the mirror, Yang Wenhao always felt a little floating.

In the past, his body was relatively weak, let alone the eight-pack abs he has now.

And in the past, he was a bit powerless to do anything casually, but now it was different, his whole body seemed to have endless energy, and he really wanted to sway it somewhere.

After taking a shower, she changed her clothes and came out, just in time to meet Yang Ying coming out of the kitchen serving dishes.

When Yang Ying saw Yang Wenhao's appearance after leaving the bathroom, she froze for a moment.

"What's the matter? My little sister." Yang Wenhao smiled slightly: "Have you been fascinated by me?"

"My brother can't be so handsome, it's fake, it must be fake."

(End of this chapter)