"Cough, cough, cough"

Zhan Yanqiang suppressed more than the domineering fist intent that swam in his chest.

Looking up, two eyes looked at him, and the corners of his mouth showed a wry smile.

The reason why he Zhan Yan can have such combat power in the secular realm under the mountain that suppresses metaphysical cultivation is that most of the cultivation of his Zhan Yan body is obtained from the cultivation of the secular realm under this mountain.

And that's exactly what some of the monks who stand tall on the mountain want.

But it is precisely because of this that he Zhan Yan can only be regarded as half a mountain martial artist and half a mountain martial artist.

One word difference, heaven and earth are different.

The cultivation path is not high, and the road down the mountain has to be careful, both ends are tired, and both ends are not smooth.

Wu Chen took out a jar of Xun Longzao and shook it towards Ran Lu, meeting an old friend in a foreign country, although this old friend was only the second time they met.

But don't you delay drinking this pot of wine?

Ran Lu took the wine, and for the first time, some of them burst into tears.

Good guys! After all, you don't have to dig out the wine yourself, Ran Lu only felt for a while, the usual amount of alcohol of three points, now he can drink five points.

Like those mysterious weapons, it doesn't cost money, and it doesn't feel distressed.

Zhan Yan, who finally took a breath, gasped again.

The secular world under the mountain cannot absorb the aura, and the mysterious power of the physical energy cannot be reversed at all, this is a rule, a dead reason.

It's not set by a certain sect or a certain door, but it's not allowed by the meson realm under that mountain.

But there is one thing, if it is the small number of monks on the top of the mountain, it is different, and it is the kind of mountain that is very high, and the kind that is not high in the first or second heavens.

But this is precisely where Zhan Yan is suspicious, could it be that he really took a shit luck?

If that's really the case, then you won't be wronged.

Zhan Yan thought about the high commission that he could get by completing this task, and he was a little stunned for a while.

I'm not a lard, and what is it?

The reward is so high, how can the risk be small?

But when you think about it, can you not take it, and dare not take it?

He Zhan Yan is doing well in the secular world under this mountain, but if he really wants to find so many replacements, it is by no means impossible to rely on the interests behind him.

After all, he's just a little guy with no background.

"Yo, the first time I've seen you like this, I still have the leisure to think about this and that. ”

Zhan Yan came back to his senses, looked up at the man in front of him who did not have the slightest trace of mystery, and said with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth: "Junior Zhan Yan, I have seen the predecessors of the Heavenly Sect." ”

Wu Chen's mind was full of doubts and said, "Which eye of yours saw that I was from the Heavenly Sect?"

I wanted to reply, Zhan Yan, who saw it with both eyes, endured it, this powerful monk in front of him may be the upper three realms, it is better to be honest.

Not saying anything is not necessarily right, but it is not necessarily wrong.

Wu Chen sighed lightly and said, "You're smart." ”

Ran Lu on the side came back to his senses and walked to Zhan Yan in two steps.

Zhan Yan's heart was cold, and he was afraid that he would not be able to run away from the pain of flesh and skin.

But fortunately, he is used to it.

But what was stretched in front of him was only a pair of slender five fingers.

Zhan Yan was stunned for a moment, and Ran Lupo said with some hatred: "What you took from me!"

Only then did he understand that although without that ancestral order, he might face unimaginable trouble, but if he didn't hand it over now, Zhan Yan was afraid that he would not even have trouble in the future.

How can a dead person be in trouble?

Zhan Yan slowly sat up, leaning on the spine of the Ten Mile Pavilion, his right hand still didn't feel the slightest, and his left hand reached into his arms and took out the ancestral order that was still warm.

This ancestral order, which I don't know what it is used for, is worth millions of purple crystals according to his ears.

And he also got the exact news of the people behind him, the Daxuan Dynasty in the secular dynasty under the mountain, there will be an ancestral order in the near future.

If he can get this ancestral order, and can also put it in a position that has been negotiated in advance in the Great Xuan Dynasty before the specified time, he can put it into the military order.

Then, Zhan Yan could sit and wait, waiting for the reward of the entire 100,000 purple crystals that he would receive.

For Zhan Yan, who has no power and no power, and is even inferior to casual cultivation in some places, this is definitely a crystal of the sky.

Ran Lu glanced at Wu Chen cautiously, as if he was afraid that he would be snatched away.

Seeing that Wu Chen didn't seem to pay attention to this, he put it into his arms with peace of mind.

Zhan Yan's heart hung up again, because this senior of the Upper Three Realms that he had guessed was looking at him.

Wu Chen squatted down suddenly, thinking about Zhan Yan, who thought that he was killing people without blinking, and suddenly panicked in his heart, he was simply scared to death.

"Martial Cultivation?"

Zhan Yan was stunned for a moment, first nodded, and then shook his head hesitantly.

However, under the threat of Wu Chen's seemingly nonexistent smile, he nodded again.

Ran Lu on the side almost went up to pat this, just grabbed his own very valuable free things, and the inexplicable man's shoulder, praised the way.

As for the gray horse with a scar on the side, it is even more upright, since the owner who beat himself was beaten like half dead by a terrifying punch, he honestly stayed outside the Shili Pavilion.

And the contemptuous light in his eyes was replaced by a meek and meek light.

If you want to be honest, you can be as honest as you are, but if the two people in the Ten Mile Pavilion saw the mighty appearance of Fang just biting off the dark horse, it is estimated that the first one to kill it with one punch will have the heart.

Wu Chen looked at Zhan Yan with great please, and praised him: "You have a good martial arts foundation. ”

Unfinished thinking, then came another sentence: "But except for this foundation, it seems to be nothing." ”

Zhan Yan listened to these words that he didn't know whether it was praise or what, so he regarded it as a complete compliment.

In my mind, I remembered for no reason that the strange old man who was obviously a secular person under the mountain, but for the first time let himself, a monk who was definitely a fairy on the mountain in their eyes, suffer a big loss

It was his master of half of the mountain's martial arts, as for hearing what Wu Chen said, "nothing".

Zhan Yan was even happier, if it was really nothing, wouldn't he blame the old monk who was half of his martial arts master.

Although he and he have never been masters and apprentices, there are always one or two books of practice that are not kind.

Wu Chen slapped Zhan Yan on the head, who was a little carried away.

was so frightened that Zhan Yan immediately became a lot more honest.

There's no way, the fist is small, and it's not reasonable, just like the few who died under their fists before, and they still want to take advantage of the small fists, but they can only die alone.

But at this moment, Zhan Yan's heart rose again, and the senior in his eyes suddenly stood up, took out an ancestral wooden card he knew, and frowned.