"Ahh It's just that in an instant, Song Yan's painful cold sweat broke out. "Don't resist it!" The old man's eyes were embarrassed. Seeing that Song Yan wanted to throw away the plate Puyu in his hand, he hurriedly reminded him subconsciously.

"Ahh After tossing and turning for half an hour, it gradually stopped. At the same time, a line of information also appeared in Song Yan's mind.

'The name of the lonely king is Duan Qing, and he is the martial king of the Nine Heavens Martial Cultivation. The qualifications of the lonely king are not high, and when he was young, he occasionally had a broken page, and he had half a secret technique. The Lone King managed to stimulate this secret technique after decades of research, and then he jumped from a martial disciple who had passed the age of the wind and candle to the peak of the martial king, and now this mutilated technique is sealed to pass on to ......future generations' Then, Song Yan's mind continued to pour out many small words of scenery. A quarter of an hour passed. Song Yan came back to his senses from his meditation.

"Well, do you remember the secret technique?" The old man had an inquiring expression. Before Song Yan could come to his senses, he couldn't wait to ask. "It's old!" Song Yan's tone was a little frustrated. "We seem to be rejoicing in the air!" "Well, what do you say?" "This secret technique is only half a chapter, and the most important thing is that it cannot permanently improve the effect of martial arts, it has a time limit. And once it is used out of the realm, it will stay for a while. Time will increase with cultivation. And then there's ......"

"And ......" Rao is always a relatively optimistic old man, and he can't help but smack his tongue a little at this time, this secret technique seems to have a lot of conditions. "Yes, yes!" Song Yan rubbed his cheeks and continued: "Also, every time you activate it, you must have a drop of true spirit blood......! It seems that this secret technique is really a bit of a chicken rib! But Song Yan's little baby, this secret technique is a trivial matter except for the realm of stranding. Originally, this true spirit blood was precious, but old man, I happen to have a way to extract the blood of the true spirit from the demonic beasts that have a trace of true spirit blood. He was speechless at first, and then seemed to think of something, and said with his beard. "Oh, that's old, teach me quickly! As for what realm is stranded, it should be a good foundation. When Song Yan heard this, he was immediately overjoyed.

"Look at your frizzy look! You can't learn that right now. The success rate is so low that it scares you to death! But I can help you! Come with me. Saying that, the old man floated out of the cave first...... At the edge of the Monster Mountain, a somewhat emaciated figure was constantly shuttling through the dense forest. It wasn't until a giant spider with a green beak and fangs appeared in front of him that the figure stopped. A moment later, a loud roar that did not resemble a human was heard. The huge spider is on its eight legs in the sky, and it is breathless.

"The ninth, so it seems that you can raise enough blood before dark to condense. Song Yan put away the bottle that had just been filled with blood. He muttered to himself as he looked at the ring on his hand. The ring where the old man was now has become Song Yan's storage ring. Song Yan doesn't need to carry things in a bag.

The elder once said that this ring is called a ring, which is carved from natural stone. It is a personal item that can only be used by martial artists of the martial arts level or above. Every time you open the ring, you need to release the yuan power, so this is also something that monks below the martial artist can't do at all. And Song Yan has the help of the elderly, so it is also handy to use.

Stuff the vial full of blood into the ring. Song Yan began to look for the next target again. Although this is the edge of the Demonic Beast Mountain Range, the Demonic Beasts that appear here are not low. The most inferior is also a low-level third-grade soldier beast. This is already a high-level demonic beast equivalent to the Triple Heaven of Martial Disciples.

The level classification of Warcraft is similar to that of humans, of course, this is all forced by humans to distinguish them. Warcraft is mainly divided into soldier beasts, general beasts and king beasts. Each level is also divided into three realms: upper, middle and lower, and there are categories from one to nine grades below. For example, the lower-level third-grade soldier beast is equivalent to the human martial apprentice triple heaven. And the mid-level three-rank soldier beast is equivalent to the human warrior triple heaven. That is to say, the lower, middle and upper three levels of the soldier beast are equivalent to the three realms of human warriors, warriors and martial artists, and so on.

Now what was killed by Song Yan in one move was a low-level third-grade soldier beast. This is the Blood Tarantula, and he has a little bit of the bloodline of the Ancient True Spirit Blue Spear Overlord Spider. Although it is only a low-level third-grade beast. But this guy usually walks sideways on the periphery of the Warcraft Forest. No monster likes to provoke his venom. "Whew!" Song Yan, who had put away the blood, let out a light breath, and was about to continue looking for the next target, but the old man's voice sounded in his heart. "Baby, do you know that someone is following you? ”

"What? who?" Song Yan was taken aback, he knew very well that the most terrifying thing in this kind of deep mountains and old forests was not the demonic beasts, but his own kind, those human beings who wanted to get rich. Because the demonic beast is full of treasures, even if it is the most inferior low-level first-grade soldier beast, it will be needed by many Danshi craftsmen. So as long as you can hunt Warcraft, you don't have to worry about losing money. Therefore, as soon as he heard the old man's words, Song Yan immediately raised his vigilance, originally he hunted the demonic beasts only to get blood, but he couldn't guarantee that there were no red-eyed people, and he would kill him after picking up the bones of those demonic beasts.

"You're more familiar with her than I am, she's been with you for a while. I can't tell if she has malicious intentions or not, but you will try to be more careful when killing demonic beasts, "I'm more familiar than you, could it be her!" Song Yan's brows frowned slightly. Besides, there can only be one acquaintance as the old man said. It is the ancestor of the Zhang family with a cold appearance. At the mention of her, Song Yan felt a little weak in his heart. After all, other people's virgin bodies were destroyed in their own hands. "Alas!" sighed lightly, Song Yan planned not to continue thinking about this matter. As soon as he turned, he ran towards a denser part of the woods.

A moment later, behind a tree not far from where Song Yan was standing. Zhang Rui's slender figure was slowly revealed. Looking at the demonic beasts on the ground, Zhang Rui's eyebrows raised slightly, and then disappeared in place without saying a word. Song Yan didn't pay too much attention to the tail behind him, he still went his own way, and after killing two more demonic beasts, he found a cave and roasted the demonic beast meat.

"When are you going to refine the true spirit blood for me?" "Why are you in a hurry? I'll take a break, and I'll refine it for you when my mental strength recovers a little, don't call me during this time, you know." The old man yawned. It seems that he is already sleepy. "Okay!" Song Yan knew what the old man meant, in fact, every time he chatted with Song Yan in his heart, he had to consume mental power, and if he used too much spiritual power, he naturally needed to replenish it. Early in the morning, the sun shines through the gaps in the leaves to the ground. It especially gives people a fairyland-like feeling. After Song Yan stretched his waist, he sat up. He didn't care if Zhang Rui would fulfill his promise in advance and take his own life.

The Warcraft Forest during the day is more dangerous than at night, and although Warcraft is also called a beast, it is significantly different from a beast. On the contrary, it is closer to human beings in terms of living habits. Yesterday, Song Yan had already collected a full eleven bottles of blood, and according to what Elder Guo said, there were enough of these bloods to refine at least two drops of True Spirit Blood. Song Yan didn't intend to possess only two drops of True Spirit Blood. He wanted to collect as much as he could, so that he would enter the extreme realm a lot more often, and there would be more means to save his life when he encountered danger. Just as Song Yan hadn't thought about going there, a deafening beast roar came. The sound was loud, indicating that the monster should be nearby. After the beast's chirping, there was the sound of trees breaking. And it is also mixed with the sound of the magic weapon hitting the object. "Well, someone is nearby, magic weapon!, she's in danger!" As if he thought of something in an instant, Song Yan didn't hesitate at all, and galloped directly towards the place where the sound came from.

Not far from here, a slender and weak figure commanded an emerald flying sword, fighting a large white-spotted tiger. The figure was nimble, tossing and turning through the thorny woods. And the emerald green little sword is even more extraordinary, and every time it is swung, it will bring up the afterimage of the Dao. But even so, the owner of the figure was still constantly retreating, and the seemingly extraordinary little sword hitting the big tiger only burst out a string of sparks.

The tiger is not very large, but its limbs are surprisingly strong and powerful, and it has bone spurs on its back that resemble fish fins. A big king on his forehead. It looks extraordinarily powerful. "This is!Middle-level Soldier Beast!" Song Yan's understanding of Warcraft was still only in the initial stage, but the guy in front of him had obvious middle-level characteristics, although Song Yan still couldn't tell how many grades it was. But he knew that no matter how many soldiers and beasts there were, Zhang Rui in front of him was in danger of life. Magic weapons are different from ordinary weapons, and basically every magic weapon can be cut gold and iron.

And Zhang Rui's flying sword was crystal clear and shining. At first glance, it is not ordinary. But such a flying sword still couldn't leave the slightest trace on the body of the big tiger in the white class. It can be seen how hard the white tiger's fur is, and Zhang Rui is retreating rapidly. Song Yan couldn't help but curse in his heart. But now he has been entangled by this tiger. I'm afraid it will be difficult for Zhang Rui to get out by herself.

"Alas, what a trouble!" Song Yan was very helpless, and wanted to run away directly. But no matter how you say it, this woman has also had a skin-to-skin relationship with herself. I don't care about it, and I really don't want to go. "Get old, get out. "What's the matter? Hurry! Yo, White-spotted Sun Tiger, juvenile body! This is really strange!" "How's that old man, how is your true spirit blood, if it's good, use it for help." "Well! It's good, but the purity is not high, and the success rate of estimated use is not high. "What? Oh, it doesn't matter. Seeing that Zhang Rui's situation is becoming more and more embarrassing. Song Yan can't care so much. "Okay, okay, get it. As he spoke, he put a shoehorn on the ring, and immediately there was a celadon vial on his hand. Two drops of blood the size of a fingernail tumbled incessantly.

"Zhang Rui, you wait for me to come. The thought flashed in his heart, Song Yan clutched the celadon vial tightly and went straight to the white-spotted tiger. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the big tiger, Song Yan hurriedly poured the blood droplets in the celadon bottle into his hands, only to see that the blood droplets were just in his hands. The air around you is like the sun is scorching.