Because there is no need to defend again, there is no need to hate.

Prevention is because of hatred, hatred is because of fear, fear because he can't beat two people alone.

But now, it has become one-on-one, the situation has changed in an instant, Hua Lingyuan is a "foundation building", and he is smart, he has fought no matter what, right! Not to mention......

Hua Lingyuan completed the two connecting moves, took a deep breath and exhaled a breath of turbidity. Then make the next move.

Lin Yang sat not far away and watched her, with a smile on his face, his smile was mysterious and peculiar, if it weren't for the sunshine shining all over his head and his eyes full of greenery, just looking at his smile would make him feel like he was watching a ghost movie.

Hua Lingyuan's punches are very natural and smooth, she carefully experienced the slow changes in her body, and then integrated into the "bells and whistles" moves in many foodie martial arts.

In the past, when she was watching TV, she had been thinking that maybe the martial arts of the foodie country today were not so weak when their ancestors invented them, but many training methods were lost, such as the legendary "internal force". She had studied it, and this was similar to the aura of the cultivation world, which relied on an unknown energy in the body to drive those moves, so that a powerful power could be formed. Without internal force, these moves will naturally be reduced to "empty shelves" with very weak lethality, and they are simply incomplete, so that in modern times, they can only be used as body forging techniques. Even so, there are outstanding people who can use it to hurt the enemy, and until the popularization and popularization of thermal weapons, they will be completely reduced to a set, which is a pity.

In this case, in her body with aura, these martial arts can make up for the "internal force", exert their original power, and continue to shine in this other world. That's why she's so happy practicing these geniuses, and she can almost be said to be fully dedicated. Some small routines that had never been seen in the cultivation realm simply made Lin Yang, who was sitting on the side laughing, serious, frowning and watching her practice intently.

Lin Yang is not a bad person. This Hua Lingyuan had long known that if it was a bad person, he would rebel as soon as he felt excluded. Hua Lingyuan didn't know what happened before, but when he came to the array eye, he was already so angry but he never made a move, but he couldn't stare at Hua Lingyuan and Lan Yinyin with his eyes.

So he watched it seriously, and Hua Lingyuan practiced more seriously, and he played tricks for Lin Yang. It's not that she blows, a lot of moves in martial arts are really good-looking, flying up and down, it's much more exciting than the boring standard flat moves that the cultivation world only knows how to win by the power of aura!

Hua Lingyuan didn't feel anything after a set of punches, but Lin Yang's already dim eyes had a lot more brilliance, if it weren't for the wrong identity and the wrong situation, he would have applauded, exclaiming that he could still beat people like this!

Hua Lingyuan glanced at him, this glance was plain and bland, and there was almost a hint of banter in her sight, and she immediately poured down from the sky like a basin of cold water, extinguishing the little happiness that Lin Yang had finally risen.

His eyes became dead again, and the intense sorrow rose up, making him almost unable to control the hatred that appeared again in his heart. He turned his head and rushed back to his tent, lowered the curtain again, and hid alone to lick the wounds in his heart.

Hua Lingyuan watched him rush back, and it was not until the curtain was lowered that the flatness and banter in her eyes receded.

The night was deep again, and there seemed to be two shocking sounds outside the Protector Sect Array overhead, which provoked Hua Lingyuan to look up. This situation seems to be worse, and I don't know what happened to my brother outside.

She kept rubbing a small flame with her fingers, then extinguished it, and then pushed out a small flame and extinguished it.

Lin Yang's tent showed a small slit, Hua Lingyuan knew that he was watching from behind the curtain but ignored him, his little face was as cold as ice in the light and dark reflection of the flames, as if Lan Yinyin didn't like to stay here at all after leaving.

After playing with the fire, she went to see the Shangpin Spirit Stone again, and the speed of the depletion of the spiritual energy these days can also be seen that the outside is extremely uneven. She squatted next to her and thought about things boringly, and pulled a piece of grass to twist around, really feeling that she had never been so boring today in her entire life.

Fortunately, the change finally appeared, and in the darkest hour before the sky was about to dawn, Lin Yang's tent began to know about it.

She turned her head to see the demented-looking "owl" reappear, walking with mechanical steps to the outside of the tent where Blue Yin Yin had no time to retract what was probably no longer needed.

He only glanced at it and turned to leave, and then went to the outside of Hua Lingyuan's tent, still so strangely pasted with a curtain, as if only in this way could he know what was going on inside. But the problem is that after three times, no one in it has taken up twice, but "it" is still there to "see".

Hua Lingyuan was most puzzled by this, what the hell was it doing, why did it have to stay outside the tent to "watch".

In order to find out the reason, she threw away the grass she was holding in her hand and silently approached the astringent breath, first standing behind the little monster and watching it together.

After watching it for a long time, I really forgave her for not being very smart, and I didn't notice anything wrong with the curtain.

Then she put her head over the head of the crouching little monster, observing its expression from top to bottom and back to front, and finally noticed that the same place when she looked back to the right, this guy's mouth was always open.

In addition, its breathing is extremely slow, and ordinary people gasp for breath three or four times before it gasps once, but the breath comes out of the nose and has nothing to do with the open mouth.

And the little monster looked at the tent whether it was still squatting, as if only this height was worth its "look".

All the information was added together, and a thought slowly came to mind, could this guy be inhaling breath......

She suddenly thought that even though she was not in this tent at this time, she stayed during the day until Dugu Nanlin arrived. The last time she had left the tent, she had been subconsciously holding her breath when she had observed this guy up close, until she didn't realize it, and she was relieved and too close to it, and then she was attacked by it.

In order to prove it, she felt out the green lotus in her sleeve and held it in her hand, then adjusted the distance and posture, and gently exhaled from her nose behind her.

...... Well, the little monster didn't react. It must be that I don't spit out enough carbon dioxide, huh!

She gasped a few breaths, and the sound of her breathing was almost comparable to thunder in the quiet night, and the rhinitis was smoother than her breathing.

It's strange that the little monster still doesn't react!

Am I guessing wrong?! It's not sucking carbon dioxide -- commonly known as "living qi"? Isn't the breath exhaled from the mouth carbon dioxide, and the dead don't gasp for breath! Is it because I watch too many ghost movies and think too much?!