Suddenly, the young men who were speaking jumped onto the stage.

At this moment, the ordinary people who were listening to the book saw that a conflict was about to break out and stood up from their seats and hid outside.

The old man looked at it and turned pale with fear. His lips trembled as he said, "I didn't say that. I really didn't say that!"

"Hmph! You old thing, you've lived long enough!" One of the young men swung his huge fist and hit the old man's forehead hard.

But the next second, his whole body left the ground, and the fist naturally did not fall.

Chen Yang grabbed his collar from behind and threw him off the stage.

Several others wanted to go up and hit him, but he waved his hand and used the air wave to knock them off the stage.

"Foundation Establishment Stage!" Those young men looked terrified.

In this small town, some sects have only the sect leader level who is at the Foundation Establishment stage, and most of the others are at the First Qi Refining stage. These people at the First Qi Refining stage are more than capable of dealing with ordinary people.

"Good boy, you and this old man are protecting the evil cultivator. When we go back and report to the leader, you will have a hard time!" Seeing that they were no match for him, several young men left the teahouse one after another.

Behind Chen Yang, the storyteller was still shaking, holding his head with both hands and not daring to move.

Chen Yang stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder. He raised his head and said bitterly, "Alas, I've ruined my livelihood because of this!"

At this time, a middle-aged man walked over and said, "Hmph, it's good that you know this. Get out of here tomorrow! Don't ever come to my teahouse again! You're such a troublemaker!"

The middle-aged man looked at his teahouse, which was already in a mess, and said angrily, "You have to pay for all these things!"

"Boss Wang...you haven't paid me last month's money yet. What compensation do you want me to get?" said the storyteller with a bitter face.

"You still want money! You old thing..."

Chen Yang held a piece of gold crystal in front of the middle-aged man's eyes and said, "I will compensate for all the losses."

He spoke lightly.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened.

You know, this is a golden crystal. The other party must be a big boss, a rich man, a young man from a famous family!

He took the glittering golden currency with both hands, bowed and nodded repeatedly to express his gratitude.

"Go away." Chen Yang said coldly after the teahouse owner took the money.

The man nodded and bowed and disappeared quickly.

The storyteller looked at Chen Yang with a complicated expression and said slowly, "Thank you very much, young master."

Chen Yang looked at him and said, "Can you take me to see those pitiful demon cultivators you mentioned?"

When the storyteller heard this, he was suddenly stunned.

When it comes to demonic cultivators, everyone avoids them as much as possible, but there are actually people who want to meet them?

However, the young master in front of him has extraordinary skills, and he might be from a famous family.

If it weren't for the other party, today he could end his life with just one word. After thinking about it, he nodded: "Okay, wait a moment, young master."

After packing up his food, the old man left the teahouse and took Chen Yang into an alley.

It was already dark by then.

"Where is the young master from?"

"I once practiced in Zixia City." Chen Yang said.

"Zixia City?" The storyteller suddenly stopped and asked, "Do you know the Floating Cloud Sect?"

"I know." Chen Yang said expressionlessly.

"There is a young man named Chen Yang in the Floating Cloud Sect. How is he now?" The storyteller said in a low voice, as if he was asking Chen Yang, or as if he was talking to himself.

He was indeed not asking Chen Yang, because without waiting for Chen Yang to answer, he walked forward, crossed the alley, and stopped in front of a simple house.

"All the demon cultivators were captured by the Dragon and Tiger Gate, except him," said the storyteller.

The simple house was silent and dark, and it didn't look like anyone was there.

"Little Pony, Little Pony, are you there?" the storyteller called softly.

There was a movement, and a man with a body covered with pus-filled sores and whose face could not be seen staggered out.

The only thing that could be seen clearly was his eyes, which were still shining with a hint of light.

Is this a demon cultivator?

Chen Yang seriously doubted that they did not know what a true demon cultivator was.

The reason why evil spirits are hated is not only because they like killing, but also because their way of cultivation will have an impact on the world.

The natural energy of heaven and earth originally contains spiritual energy, the only difference is whether it is strong or weak. The monks use this energy to break through the shackles in the body and stimulate the body's potential.

Monks all practice in this way.

But the demons are different...

A scene that would terrify ordinary people appeared before Chen Yang's eyes.

They called themselves the Evil God and the Demon God. They were once one person, but later became two.

The two men were equally tall and twisted, their skin a strange dark purple, like dried blood, or like cursed magic patterns crawling all over their bodies.

His facial features were twisted together, his head was huge, the protruding blue veins on his forehead were like twisting earthworms, his hands were like huge claws, his nails were as sharp as swords, and every swing would leave a black scratch in the air.

The practice of evil magic has covered their bodies with all kinds of strange symbols and patterns, and black mist follows them like shadows, like two demons crawling out from the depths of hell, emitting a desperate and terrifying aura.

In order to eliminate these two terrifying things, Chen Yang almost sacrificed his life. Although he thought he was doing it for Jiang Yunlan at first, he later found that it was worth it for the sake of the people of the world.

How could a demon cultivator look like this young man covered with pus-filled sores? There was no evil spirit in his body.

Seeing Xiao Ma coming out, the storyteller couldn't help but take a step back. He took out a steamed bun from the box of eating utensils behind him and threw it over.

Xiao Ma immediately grabbed the steamed bun and swallowed it in big mouthfuls.

"If he hadn't contracted an infectious disease, he would have been arrested by the Dragon Tiger Gate long ago," said the storyteller.

Chen Yang looked at the malnourished and sick young man and asked, "Have you practiced magic techniques?"

Pony raised his eyes to look at him and nodded.

Chen Yang frowned slightly: "How did you practice?"

Xiao Ma ran into the house, holding a blue booklet in his pus-filled hands. The booklet was very worn. He seemed to know that he shouldn't touch anyone, so he threw the booklet at Chen Yang.

"This child is pitiful. His parents were captured by the Dragon Tiger Sect and forced to do hard labor. They were exhausted. He didn't want to be bullied, so he practiced this book, "Initial Exploration of Demonic Cultivation."

Chen Yang saw that the booklet indeed had the words "Initial Exploration of Demonic Cultivation" written on it.

He opened the booklet and flipped through a few pages. It was indeed the breathing method used by the magic cultivators, which was the most basic cultivation method for the magic cultivators.

And at the end of the booklet it was written that in order to achieve good results, one must drink human blood.

Some of the evil demon's skills do require drinking human blood, but it is not necessary. It can only be said that drinking human blood can help one improve faster. In the past, many demon practitioners could not resist this temptation.