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After several days of training, Jiang Yang's body had become stronger and stronger. A few days ago, his strength was only enough to shake a 7000 jin boulder. Now, Jiang Yang could lift a 8000 jin boulder.

"Relying on your roots to cultivate your spirit and temper your body." At the same time that my spiritual roots were sturdy, I used the power in my body to refine my physical body. "

Jiang Yang could clearly feel that his physical defense was much stronger than before. When he had yet to cultivate to the spiritual root stage, Jiang Yang was only slightly stronger than the others. All of this was brought to him by his demonic powers. But now, Jiang Yang's physical body and strength had far surpassed the experts of the same realm as him. It could be said that even if he was at the peak of the eighth level of Qi Condensation, he was confident that he would not be at a disadvantage in terms of physical body and strength.

Through this kind of training, Jiang Yang's spirit root also expanded by a lot. The expansion of his spirit root meant that Jiang Yang would be able to unleash even greater power in battle.

"It's time to go outside and find some exercise."

There were many underground arenas within the Cloud Sky City. The people that stepped onto them had all abandoned their lives. However, no matter who won or lost, they would still receive a decent amount of Spirit Stones. Of course, the victor was ten times the loser. Furthermore, it was the same as the one on the Wind Wrath Arena. It was a gamble.

Jiang Yang prepared to enter. Firstly, he wanted to see how strong he was. Secondly, Jiang Yang could also obtain quite a few spirit stones. Jiang Yang was prepared to use these spirit stones to break through to the peak of the seventh level, hoping to break through to the eighth level in the remaining days. Jiang Quan Hu was not an ordinary level 8 Chi Gathering cultivator.

Back then, Jiang Yang's spirit root had been cut off by him when he was at the same level as him. Now that there was such a huge difference, the chances of him winning weren't very high. Furthermore, Jiang Quan Hu seemed to have other methods up his sleeves. When he competed with Jiang Yang in the past, Jiang Yang had already felt a power that did not belong to him. If it was in the Family Competition this time, Jiang Quan Hu would still be able to use his power, and it was unknown what he would do then.

Under several pairs of eyes, Jiang Yang left the family. Some people were preparing to follow Jiang Yang, but other figures flashed out from the corners and blocked that person. However, this kind of expert's movements were always very cautious, so Jiang Yang was unable to detect them.

The two figures had only exchanged blows for a moment. After knowing each other's strength, they immediately concealed themselves in a corner that no one noticed.

Jiang Yang continued to walk towards the underground battle coliseum that he knew of. These few figures did not continue to follow him due to their own restraints. However, they both deeply looked at each other. Although their faces were covered, they already knew the details of each other.

Walking onto the main street, Jiang Yang first spent some of his belongings and bought some things to disguise himself. After entering, most people would hide their identities and appearances. Because it was a life-and-death battle, many people died on the stage every day. If he did not hide his appearance and let others recognize him, it would bring him quite a bit of trouble.

Even a 9th layer Qi Cultivator would not dare to brazenly let others know his identity.

Although Jiang Yang wasn't very tall, he was no different from an adult male. The current Jiang Yang was already seventeen years old. In this world, the age of eighteen years old men had already reached the limit. Unlike Earth, even at the age of nineteen or twenty, there were people who could continue to grow.

Therefore, after Jiang Yang changed into gray linen clothes and put on a black mask, no one would be able to tell his age and appearance.

Once he was ready, Jiang Yang walked out of a stable. Jiang Yang learned about this through Zhang Ping Yu. It seemed that he was lacking a few spirit stones at the time and had won by relying on his own battle.

Jiang Yang stood in the middle of the stable and lightly knocked on the manger with his hand. Following that, a hidden door under the stable opened. A masked man walked out of the hidden door and extended his hand towards Jiang Yang.

"Rules."

Jiang Yang took out his remaining five low-grade spirit stones and handed them over to the man. The man nodded his head and led Jiang Yang down the tunnel.

Although the secret door inside the stable wasn't that big, the world below wasn't like Jiang Yang had imagined. Aside from the fact that there was no sky, it was a completely different city.

There were casinos, academies, as well as places to refine weapons and pills. It was as if this was the place where cultivators should appear.

"Three pieces of Swallow Blood Stone Powder, five drops of desert venomous lizard bile, two taels of Strange Scorpion Grass. They are all ground together, then dried and wrapped in condensed wax. Once you consume this, no matter how high the cultivation of others are, as long as they are not at the sixth level of Qi Condensation or above, they will all be drained. It will be hard to cultivate it for the rest of their lives. "

In a place that was filled with the fragrance of various medicinal plants, a voice could be heard. Jiang Yang turned his gaze over and saw a bent black clothed person taking the pill from the mysterious person who sold the medicine. The pill was constantly emitting laughter that would cause others to be afraid of it.

In another location, a man was holding a Dao magic in his hand, his face filled with pride. In Jiang Yang's opinion, Jiang Feng's dao arts were likely obtained from this sort of place.

Under the guidance of this person, Jiang Yang entered a huge circular building. A few dozen meters away, Jiang Yang could hear waves of shouts coming from inside. Most of them were men's voices, but a few women's voices were mixed in.

Jiang Yang checked in first after walking inside.

"Name?"

Sitting in front of Jiang Yang was a thin old man. This old man was simply as thin as a bag of bones, but there was an uncontrollable aura of a powerful warrior radiating from him. It seemed like this person's strength was at least at the eighth level of Qi Gathering.

"Jianghai."

Jiang Yang casually mentioned a fake name. Basically, no one would use their real name here. After all, even their appearances were concealed, so it was easy for others to find them using their real names.

"Take this sign and come back later to collect the spirit stones."

The old man glanced at Jiang Yang and threw the plate into his hands. His eyes met Jiang Yang's. From Jiang Yang's eyes, he could see a murderous intent that was hard to see in the eyes of ordinary cultivators. This killing intent seemed to come from birth. If it wasn't for the fact that Jiang Yang had killed a few people in the past, just this gaze alone would have been enough to frighten many cultivators with lower cultivations.

The old man was momentarily dazed by Jiang Yang's gaze, but he quickly calmed down. At this moment, Jiang Yang had already left and was waiting below the stage. In front of him were seven to eight cultivators. Some of them were tall and sturdy with a height of more than two meters. Jiang Yang could tell with a single glance that they were definitely strong practitioners of the body.

"I wonder if my physical body can contend against this person."