C1 Blood Drinking out of Sheath

In the outer court of the Spiritual Firmament Chapter, there was an extremely large courtyard called the Palace of Jia Luo. Inside Jia Luo Palace, in an extremely remote small courtyard, Feng Yang felt around as he spread the medicine all over his body, and then sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Pain!" It was so f * cking painful! This crazy woman is getting more and more ruthless! "

At this moment, his body was covered in whip marks, and his flesh and blood were tangled together with his tattered clothes. The only thing that remained unharmed was his extremely handsome face. Feng Yang's face was slightly distorted by the intense pain.

It had already been almost two months since he had become Dugu Jia Luo's disciple. These two months had passed by in an extremely miserable manner for Feng Yang.

He was originally a service disciple of the Jia Luo Palace and lived a very humble life. Two months ago, the situation had suddenly changed and he had been taken in as a disciple by the great beauty Dugu Jia Luo.

The difference between a service disciple and Dugu Jia Luo's direct disciple was like the clouds in the mud. In the eyes of the other service disciples, Feng Yang had reached the heavens in a single step. And Feng Yang himself felt the same.

However, he did not expect that this would be the beginning of his nightmare!

Every few days, Feng Yang would be dragged away by a crazy woman and brutally whipped. The injuries on his body had not completely healed.

This woman was his master's in name, and was extremely beautiful. In the eyes of outsiders, she was the goddess of Yu Jie Bing Qing. Only Feng Yang knew that all of this was a facade. This temperamental woman was even more terrifying than monsters in the wilderness when she unleashed her ruthlessness.

Feng Yang simply didn't understand why Dugu Jia Luo hated him so much. Every time he took a beating, Feng Yang would be confused. He didn't know why.

To Feng Yang, this crazy woman was an enigmatic existence.

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"Haha!" Beated by his master again? "Serves you right!"

Feng Yang frowned when he heard this voice, then turned around in disgust to see a fat face full of complacency.

Needless to say, it was Zhang Hu who came.

This fellow was originally the weakest of Dugu Jia Luo's direct disciples, and was used to being bullied by his fellow apprentices. Thus, his mind was a little twisted. Two months ago, when Feng Yang had joined Dugu Jia Luo's sect, Zhang Hu had finally broken away from the title of the worst disciple and had frequently come looking for trouble with Feng Yang.

Amongst Dugu Jia Luo's direct disciples, this was the one that Feng Yang hated the most.

Behind Zhang Hu, there were a few familiar auras outside the small courtyard. Without a doubt, they were the other direct disciples of Linghu Jia Luo. Every time Zhang Hu came to humiliate Feng Yang, these guys would come outside to watch the fun.

They had never treated Feng Yang as a junior brother and Feng Yang had never called them senior brothers and sisters. As far as Feng Yang was concerned, Zhang Hu finding trouble with him was because he'd been ordered by them.

"Fengyang, don't you have eyes? Senior Brother, why aren't you bowing when you've arrived? " Zhang Hu saw that Feng Yang didn't respond to him, and his face sank as he stood in front of Feng Yang and shouted in an aggressive manner.

"Scram!" Feng Yang didn't even raise his eyes as he spoke with an extremely cold voice.

"How dare you!" Zhang Hu's face revealed anger, "Fengyang, you piece of trash, how dare you be so arrogant in front of me! Today, I will teach you what it means to be inferior to others! " After saying that, he opened his hands, revealing misty white elemental energy from time to time. His aura also became stronger in an instant.

"There's going to be a good show!" A burst of low laughter sounded out from outside the small courtyard. The young men and women no longer bothered to hide their bodies and stood outside the courtyard door, looking at Feng Yang with ridiculing expressions.

"F * ck!" Feng Yang stood up and coldly looked at Zhang Hu, "If you want to make a move, then this father will accompany you!"

If it was a normal day, it would be fine to just bear with it. In the past two months, being bullied by this bastard was a common occurrence. It didn't matter if it was once more or less.

But after being violently beaten up by that crazy woman just now, Feng Yang's mood was extremely bad at the moment. So this time, he did not want to endure. Instead, he wanted to have a good fight to vent the frustration in his heart.

If you want to do things according to your heart and cannot bear it, then you don't have to! These were his father's last words before his death. Feng Yang had always remembered these words.

"Trash, go to hell!"

Zhang Hu laughed out crazily and suddenly took a step forward. He punched towards Feng Yang's face!

What he hated the most about Feng Yang was this face that was even more handsome than a woman's. Seeing Feng Yang's handsome face about to blossom under his fist, Zhang Hu was extremely happy.

He had the strength of the 6th level of the Origin realm and Feng Yang was only at the 5th level of the Origin realm. In terms of power, he would absolutely suppress Feng Yang. Zhang Hu had absolute confidence in his own attack. Facing Feng Yang, he didn't even want to use any combat skills!

This wasn't the first time Zhang Hu had opened a flower on Feng Yang's handsome face. In fact, it was unknown how many times Feng Yang's face had turned into a bloody mess under his hands. If it weren't for the healing medicine from Jia Luo Palace, this damned brat would have already lost his face a long time ago.

"Tiger Break!" A fierce light flashed in Feng Yang's eyes. With a loud shout, the elemental energy within his body burst forth. He suddenly stomped on the ground and swung his fist at Zhang Hu with all his might. On his fist, the image of a White Tiger vaguely appeared. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws as it charged at Zhang Hu.

"An insignificant skill!" Zhang Hu sneered.

Fierce Tiger Break was a mid-grade yellow-rank battle skill. It was a required battle skill for a disciple of the Jia Luo Palace. Naturally, Zhang Hu also knew it. If this combat ability was displayed to the limit, it could double the attack power.

Zhang Hu was a level higher than Feng Yang, and his attack power was at least 10 times that of Feng Yang. Even if Feng Yang cultivated Fierce Tiger Break to the limit, he would still be unable to contend against Duan Ling Tian in terms of strength. Not to mention that Feng Yang's Fierce Tiger Break was only an undercover skill. In Zhang Hu's opinion, Feng Yang was only a pointless resistance.

Sure enough, under the shadow of Zhang Hu's fist, Feng Yang's fierce tiger was instantly destroyed, and Zhang Hu's Iron Fist didn't slow down in the slightest and heavily smashed onto Feng Yang's face. Blood immediately flew everywhere. Feng Yang's body was ruthlessly smashed away and he crashed into a big tree.

With a "kacha" sound, the trees were snapped at the waist and dust flew into the air. Feng Yang sat dispiritedly on the ground, the skin on his face had long since been ripped open, and he looked extremely terrifying.

Zhang Hu laughed sinisterly, and approached Feng Yang step by step, his face full of smiles: "Truly a piece of trash! Pretty boy, how does your father's fist feel? "Haha!"

A fierce light flashed in Feng Yang's eyes as he slowly stood up.

"I said, don't call me pretty boy!" Zhang Hu, you are courting death! "

His voice was incomparably cold, and when his furious gaze descended onto Zhang Hu, it was as if he was looking at a dead man. This "pretty boy" had completely infuriated him. This time, he decided not to conceal his strength anymore.

Zhang Hu was very unhappy with Feng Yang's gaze, but how could he let go of this opportunity to beat Feng Yang up?

"How dare you threaten me!" "Brat, you have guts!" Zhang Hu laughed maniacally as he charged forward, and once again, he viciously punched towards Feng Yang's face!

Feng Yang gave a cold smile and clenched his wrist. A strangely shaped battle blade flew out of his Cosmic Bag and appeared in his hand.

The saber was over six feet long, almost as tall as Feng Yang. Strange runes were engraved onto its surface, and the horizontal guard at the hilt was over a foot wide.

It was his family's saber, the Tiger Soul Saber!

This was his father's only remnant, and also Feng Yang's greatest reliance. This was the first time that the Tiger Soul Saber had been unsheathed since he entered the Spirit Heaven Sect!

Once it was unsheathed, it would drink blood!

With the saber in his hand, Feng Yang's aura suddenly increased as he ruthlessly slashed at Zhang Hu!

"Tiger Break!"

It was the same Feral Tiger Break, but the momentum was completely different!

The heaven and earth origin energy in the courtyard seemed to be thrown into disarray. As Feng Yang's blade slashed out, countless blade lights appeared on the edge of the blade. A lifelike shadow of a tiger ruthlessly rushed towards Zhang Hu.

"F * ck!" Zhang Hu did not seem to care at all, "This is interesting!"

With Feng Yang relying on this strange saber, the White Tiger's spirit energy condensed to perfection. However, the strength of Tiger Break was bound to increase. Zhang Hu still did not place this level of attack in his eyes.

The difference in levels was simply impossible to make up for by relying on weapons. The attack of the 5th level of the Origin realm was absolutely not a match for him, Zhang Hu!

Boom!

The iron fist carried a dense amount of spirit energy as it violently smashed onto the saber. Zhang Hu suddenly felt an irresistible force assaulting him and was greatly shocked in his heart!

"Damn it!" Zhang Hu bellowed in his heart as he broke his arm. A sharp blade light fiercely slashed at his body.

"High Huang Level Blade!" Damn it! How could he have a high yellow level battle blade! " Zhang Hu was infuriated.

Looking at Feng Yang's cold gaze that was like that of a ferocious beast, Zhang Hu's heart skipped a beat, "Not good! This brat actually wants to kill me! "

Killing was prohibited within the Palace. Although Zhang Hu hated Feng Yang, he had never thought of killing him. But at this moment, from Feng Yang's gaze, Zhang Hu instead felt a dense killing intent.

"He actually wants to kill me! Isn't he afraid of Master's punishment? " Zhang Hu was overwhelmed with shock, almost unable to believe it.

However, his intuition told him that Feng Yang was absolutely not joking!

The threat of death made Zhang Hu's hairs stand on end. Without any time to think, Zhang Hu let out a roar and flew backwards.

However, the speed of this slash was too fast!

An incomparably sharp saber light flashed past Zhang Hu, leaving a bone-deep wound as hot blood gushed out of it.

However, in the end, his body wasn't cut open, so his little life was temporarily saved.

Zhang Hu rejoiced in his heart as he suddenly felt a chill between his legs. Lowering his head to take a look, his face suddenly changed. He then started to scream at the top of his lungs.

"Fengyang!" You piece of trash! You actually treated me like … I want you dead! I want you to die! "

The roots of his descendant had actually been casually cut off by Feng Yang, and were currently wiggling on the ground in a strange manner. With such injuries, even the best medicine of the Spiritual Firmament Chapter wouldn't be able to do anything.

The faces of the few people outside the small courtyard simultaneously turned deathly pale. The male disciples all crossed their legs at the same time and looked at Feng Yang, whose saber was dripping blood, as if they had seen a ghost. The two female disciples cried out suddenly and violently vomited at the same time.

Obviously, no one had expected that Feng Yang, who was usually submissive, would actually be so ruthless!

As for why Feng Yang was able to defeat Zhang Hu beyond his cultivation level, no one would consider that for now.

"This is f * cking awesome!"

Feng Yang smiled happily and kept the Tiger Soul Saber back into his Qiankun bag.

Using the Tiger Soul Saber to castrate Zhang Hu was something that he had wanted to do for a long time. He had really done it today. At this moment, he was in an exceptionally good mood.

Today, he had completely taken things his own way. As for the consequences, he didn't have to consider that much at the moment.

Zhang Hu picked up the lump of soft meat from the ground and vainly put it between his legs, wailing and cursing loudly. A few young men and women glanced at each other before bravely walking into the small courtyard.

Their strength were all at the 7th level of the Origin realm. However, when he looked at Feng Yang now, there was actually a trace of fear in his eyes.

The face of the eldest disciple, Xiao Bai, darkened as he looked at Feng Yang and said sternly: "Feng Yang, you villain! How dare you kill a fellow disciple like that! I am going to report this to Master and have her tear you into ten thousand pieces! "

"Hehe!" I'll wait! " Feng Yang grinned, then took out some medicine and applied it to his face.

Since he had already done so, there was no point in thinking about the consequences. Dugu Jia Luo's punishment, let him bear it.

"You guys, keep an eye on him. Don't let him get away!" Xiao Bai said in a low voice before he left in a hurry.

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A moment later.

"What is going on?" A clear and cold voice that sounded like it came from heaven could be heard.

Feng Yang's body slightly trembled. This crazy woman had arrived really quickly!

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