In the small courtyard of Buwu Pavilion, Song Yan maintained a posture of looking up at the sky, and there were wisps of golden light flashing in his eyes.

He has always maintained the state of "Big Buddha", and with the increase in the level of the Yijin Sutra, Song Yan first discovered one thing, that is, his "Big Buddha" state can last longer.

This may stem from two reasons, the first is that the consumption of the "Big Buddha" state is decreasing, and the second is the level of the Yijin Sutra, which has brought spiritual improvement to oneself.

Song Yan leaned more towards the latter, and while it sounded incredible to directly bless the power, the boost brought by the skill bar was.

His power is also obtained out of thin air, and there is no process to speak of, so why can't the spirit?

It is worth mentioning that with the continuous improvement of more than ten levels of Yijin Sutra, Song Yan's physical strength has been further strengthened, and it has become obvious that Song Yan himself can perceive it.

Although the amplitude is not very large, but after all, it is only a dozen levels, and when the Yi Jin Jing is level 150 or 200, can the grandmaster block his punch?

However, Song Yan doesn't care about this now, he is immersed in the new perspective of the "Big Buddha", observing everything around him.

is still high up, still overlooking all living beings, the difference from before, Song Yan can clearly feel that at this time, when he goes to watch the sentient beings, he can see some new things......

That's the line.

When Song Yan was focused enough, he seemed to be able to see invisible silk threads connecting from the top of everyone's head towards the sky.

These threads come in different colors, black, white, red, yellow, blue, green, and even in different thicknesses.

Song Yan didn't understand what these silk threads represented at first, but then he glanced into the distance and found that there were a large number of thicker lines inside the palace, and the same was true for Shenwu Hall.

"Is it luck, or spiritual power?" Song Yan could only consider from these two, but because it was too far away, he couldn't confirm who the owner of the line was, and he couldn't make a more accurate judgment.

He could only see the lines, not clairvoyance.

But soon, Song Yan noticed an invisible line and was quickly approaching his side...... Is it the enemy?!

Song Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, and then heard a voice in his ears: "Young master, the new tea is ready!"

It doesn't seem to be......

Song Yan did not take back the "Big Buddha" state, he remained in such a state, and then manipulated his body and nodded, signaling Yan'er to put down the teapot and teacup.

It's a strange feeling, as if you're manipulating a marionette that isn't your own body.

"Can you use this state to avoid some coercive restraint or stiffening effects?" Song Yan remembered the sword light that directly captured his mind when he faced Lin Jiamei.

If he had such a level of "Big Buddha" status at that time, he would have been able to mention himself to the "Big Buddha" at the moment when the sword light appeared, and he would not have been affected by the artistic conception of the grandmaster.

Taking this idea back, Song Yan observed Yan'er's wonderful invisible silk thread again...... It is indeed intangible, because there is not even a color, if it weren't for Song Yan looking carefully, he might have directly ignored this line.

However, although Yan'er's thread is formless and colorless, in terms of thickness, it is much thicker than ordinary people...... What does this mean exactly?

Song Yan frowned slightly, and Yan'er had already walked out on his own, his gaze moved away from Yan'er, and he continued to scan the streets near Buwu Pavilion boringly, slowly summarizing the rules.

"Martial artists are thicker than ordinary people, officials are also thicker, and there are several exorcists from the Dao Gate passing by, who are thicker than ordinary martial artists...... So, this line could be a combination of spirit and luck?"

Daomen monks are stronger in spiritual cultivation, while many of the court officials are just mortals, but they can also thicken the lines, which is obviously related to luck, or it may also be merit.

Song Yan was thinking about it, should he just go out for a walk and check around the palace or Shenwu Hall, who are those particularly thick lines?

But considering that in these two places, there may be grandmasters of unknown strength, and there may even be higher-level figures, it is better not to die after thinking about it.

Song Yan didn't think that this kind of observation of the state of the "Big Buddha" would fall on those top grandmasters, and the other party would not notice it.

At this time, Song Yan's gaze suddenly fell on the vicinity of Buwu Pavilion, and he found that there were several specific silk threads that were constantly circling around Buwu Pavilion, and they never meant to leave.

The silk thread itself has no breath at all, but as long as the person who has been observed by Song Yan, he can at least remember the breath of the other party for a short time, and it is easy to correspond to the silk thread one by one.

"The thief who came to find death again?" Song Yan had a faint smile on his face, and his figure disappeared directly from his room.

The next moment, he had already appeared on the periphery of Buwu Pavilion out of thin air, landing directly in front of those few silk threads.

After really seeing these people in front of him, Song Yan was stunned for a moment, because this was a well-organized team, a group of six people, which was not the same as ordinary little thieves.

Song Yan didn't mean to think about it much, no matter who came or not, if he dared to wander around his Buwu Pavilion, of course, he would take it all down.

I saw him grasp a bald-headed warrior at the front with one hand, and his words were late.

"Where did the thief come from, dare to come to Buwu Pavilion to spread wild?!"

This group of people was even more surprised than Song Yan, they were still in the stage of stepping on the point and inquiring about intelligence, they didn't know where they were exposed, and they didn't even react to who the person in front of them was at the first time.

But these people are also well-trained, and at the same time as Song Yan's voice sounded, the bald warrior in the lead had already burst into a loud shout: "Your whereabouts are exposed, do it directly, and fight quickly!"

At the same time as the words fell, the right hand on his waist did not draw the knife, but suddenly pinched a spell, and a black mist quickly grew from the ground.

"Demon Sect Monk?"

As soon as this bald-headed "warrior" made a move, the monstrous demonic aura could no longer be concealed, and Song Yan couldn't help but chuckle.

Demon sect monks usually don't dare to expose their whereabouts in the capital, especially now that it is still the "Strike Hard" period of the Six Gates, the number of strongholds available for hiding is very small, and the identity of the people who can stay is not low.

These demonic qi looked eerie and terrifying, and ordinary people didn't even dare to get closer, but Song Yan didn't hesitate at all, and rushed straight into it, and one hand was already pressed on the shoulder of the bald head.

At the same time, a bloody mouth suddenly sprouted from the chest of the bald-headed "warrior" and bit Song Yan's arm...... Click!

Most of the sharp teeth in the bloody mouth were broken in an instant, and he shrank back with a miserable cry, and Song Yan casually crushed the shoulder bone of the bald head, and then mentioned it again, and he had already lifted the leader out of the demonic qi.

Song Yan ignored the bald and resentful gaze, and flipped through him casually, and pulled out a booklet, on which three big characters were clearly written - Chengtian Jing.

"The people of the Carrier Sect have caught a big fish...... Song Yan couldn't help but be happy, and looked at the remaining Carrier Sect monks below, as if he was looking at a group of delicious merits.

Don't forget, he is still a member of the Shenwu Hall now, and the capture of the Demon Sect monk can of course be regarded as a credit.

I just don't know if this batch of prey sent to the door is enough for him to be promoted to a thousand households to play?