Zou Yang gave an order, the woodcutter did not dare to be negligent, and quickly pressed his hands gently on the star stone as he said. It was obviously a stone, but he suddenly felt that his hands seemed to have inserted cool fine sand into them.

    The cold moonlight shone on the star stones, and the colorful stars spiraled around his hands and gradually penetrated into his skin.

    Zou Yang stood aside, muttering something in his mouth. An obscure syllable kept coming to the woodcutter's ears, giving him endless courage.

    In fact, the mantra is of course fake. However, if you tell the truth to the woodcutter, it is obviously better to interpret it as a magical Taoist method and it is easier to gain trust from others. Therefore, Zou Moe casually whispered so-called mantras, which made the woodcutter believe it deeply.

     At first, the woodcutter felt the star power pouring into his body. The cool feeling made him feel indescribable to his whole body, but as time passed, the star power entering his body gradually became cold and slaughtered, as if countless small ice thorns pierced into his bone marrow, making him suffer.

    The young woodcutter thought that the starlight power was giving him power, so he just endured it hard until he couldn't stand the pain. He moaned and wanted to let go of his hands, but was frightened to find that his hands had been firmly sucked by the star stone, and the speed of the star power surging into his body became more and more intense.

    The young woodcutter couldn't help but scream in pain: "Old immortal! Old immortal Zou, I can't stand it! Save me quickly!"

    Zou Yang said excitedly: "Don't shout! It's almost done, it's almost done, this is Xingli in your body..."

     Before Zou Yang finished speaking, a strong silver-white light suddenly burst into between the woodcutter's hands, instantly illuminating the entire cave like daylight.

     Zou Yang subconsciously retreated and raised his sleeves to cover his eyes.

      Fortunately, the starlight suddenly lit up for a moment. At this time, the starlight had dimmed again. The woodcutter's hands were hanging softly, standing there, breathing rapidly, and breathing heavily, as if a plowing cow had been running thousands of miles.

    Zou Yang asked anxiously: "How are you? How do you feel?"

    The woodcutter slowly turned around and looked at Zou Yang.

      The woodcutter's eyes flashed with strange red light, like a devil walking out of hell. Even though Zou Yang had seen it, he couldn't help but take two steps back when he saw it with a cold and weird look.

      Suddenly, the woodcutter let out a beast-like howl, his mouth wide open, and his veins swelled up on his face, like a big tree with mixed roots being pulled out of the soil.

    "Roar~~~"

    The woodcutter howled and jumped up. A fist that was as big as a bowl suddenly smashed towards Zou Yang, and the fist actually exuded a faint golden glow.

    Zou Yang was shocked and took a step back half a step, circled his right robe into a ball, and rushed towards the woodcutter with a shout.

     Yin and Yang School began in the Warring States Period, and this was a time of great struggle. In order to be able to travel to various countries in chaos, famous scholars from various schools of thought have always been both civil and military.

    Zou Yang adhered to family studies. In addition to being familiar with the classics and secret history of the Yin-Yang family, his martial arts are naturally extremely extraordinary. His use of robe sleeves to overcome hardness is just right.

     The woodcutter exuded a golden fist and hit Zou Yang's sleeve with a "bang". It was originally soft and hard, and no matter how strong the fist was, it would be impossible to defeat the soft fabric.

    , but unexpectedly, there was a loud "peng" sound, and Zou Yang's sleeves suddenly exploded into pieces of rags. Zou Yang was knocked back and flew back, and his back hit the stone wall of the cave with a "puffed" sound, and the entire cave was shocked.

    Zou Yang vomited a mouthful of blood, and was about to fall to the ground, and he couldn't stand up even if he wanted to struggle.

     But the young woodcutter did not continue to attack Zou Yang. His red eyes stared blankly in front of him, and his eyes were even more eccentric.

      He suddenly kept running down his feet and rushed towards the entrance of the hole with all his might.

     The full moonlight at the entrance of the cave shone on the woodcutter. The woodcutter clenched his fists and beat a few times in his chest, making a loud bang sound like a drum, then let out a long howl like a wolf, and then jumped away like a ghost.

    "Come back! Don't run, come back quickly...wow!"

    Zou Yang chased out of the cave, shouted half a word with great anger, and a mouthful of blood spurted out against the wind.

    Zou Yang was dizzy. He staggered, held the stone wall at the entrance of the cave, looked anxiously at the direction where the woodcutter disappeared, and murmured to himself: "Is it successful? Is it successful?"

     He wanted to chase him, but the mountain in the sky was vast and now under the moonlight, I don’t know where the man was rushing to, how to find him?

    At this moment, Zou Yang did not consider whether that person could survive or die. Now that his mind is lost, he will hurt people when he is in a state of a mad beast. He just wants to know whether this person can hold on to the movement of the star power in his physical strength. If he can't hold on, how long can he last before he will explode and die.

      When he was forty, he accidentally obtained this meteorite stone. One day three years later, he accidentally discovered its supernatural nature. From then on, he began to study it carefully. Now he has been studying it for twenty-six years.

     In order to defeat this old world and save the people of the world, what is the point of dying a few people? Even if this generation is sacrificed, what is there? It is still the supreme merit that benefits all ages!

    Zou Yang, he is already crazy!

    ...

    The morning in Runan was particularly magnificent. A red sun gushed out from the junction of water and sky. The vast Zhentou River immediately turned red. From far to near, the river water looked golden under the fiery rising sun, like a winding golden dragon.

      It is already a cool autumn season, and the flying eagles in September is a good time for the children of aristocratic families to hunt.

       On the yellow grassland at the foot of the Tianzhong Mountain, gorgeous hunting cars of different shapes gathered here. The young men from various wealthy families prepared the strongest bow and fastest horses, ready to show their skills in the autumn hunting ground.

    Don't think that this autumn hunting is just a game between the rich and playboys. This is an ancient hunting activity that has continued in Runan's wealthy families from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period to this day.

    The family can monopolize the path of advancement, of course because they are already on it and control everything. However, they do not ignore the cultivation of their descendants. Qiuhunting is an important activity for them to cultivate their children and nephews. It can test a person's physique, whether they have strong will, and whether they have a flexible mind.

     A family, as long as they have these, it’s enough!

     Others, whether it is wealth or connections, the family can provide you with endless resources, including... knowledge!

     In this regard, there are my own guests and guests who are running for you.

    However, the times have changed, and to this day, the role of this hunting activity in the investigation is still small. The elders no longer come to watch it seriously, but young people are still keen on it.

      When I was young, I was full of energy and wanted to make a name for myself.

     Who doesn't want to be the leader in the hunting ground and steal the glory?

      This is an important way to be supported and respected by the children of aristocratic families and to strengthen their reputation.

     Zhou Tianxing checked his chariots, horses, saddles, weapons for the last time, and was meticulous.

     Although there was a lazy smile on his handsome face, he looked a little lazy.

    , but he was only nineteen years old, showed superhuman endurance and caution.

    This is his first time participating in autumn hunting, and he really wants to win the first prize.

     However, he is not very nervous because he is gentle. This year, he is still young next year.

     However, he didn't know that this was the last autumn hunt in his colorful life!
Chapter completed!