"I went to Feiyun Hall just now, and when I found out that you weren't there, I rushed over immediately."

Qin Shuang came to the front of the bed and reached in and touched it, her brows couldn't help frowning.

"There's still a hint of warmth in the quilt, so I shouldn't have been away for too long."

"Do you suspect it's Senior Brother Yan?"

Bu Jingyun asked.

"Since Senior Brother Yan came back from Wushuang City, he has always been preoccupied. If this letter was really left by him, then there is a good chance that a terrible secret has been discovered. ”

Qin Shuang frowned, his face full of incomprehension, "But why didn't he tell us directly, but chose to do this?" ”

"Senior Brother Shuang, do you think it's possible that Senior Brother Yan didn't leave, but was arrested?"

Bu Jingyun's face was expressionless, and his expression was unusually calm.

"Senior Brother Yan is on par with ours, and you don't know the power of the Shadowless Sword. And the person who left the letter was able to escape without a trace before we could reflect it, and it is clear that the strength is much deeper. ”

"It's hard to say, but I can't rule it out."

Qin Shuang nodded, and then said, "Don't make a noise about this matter, let's investigate it secretly." If what the letter says is true, I'm afraid there will be clues soon. ”

The three of them discussed in a whisper, and then returned to their respective halls.

After leaving from the Tianxia Society, Wang Yan rushed in the direction of Zhonghua Pavilion.

The next many plots need time to promote, and Wang Yan also took this opportunity to take a breath secretly.

Thinking about it, the safest place is the Zhonghua Pavilion with the nameless town of martial arts mythology.

The world will be far away from the Zhonghua Pavilion, even if you use a fast horse to travel day and night, it will take ten days. He didn't plan to use the flying machine casually, firstly, there was an outsider like the Three Absolute Old Men in this world for some reason, and on the other hand, this thing was very expensive, and if it was accidentally broken, Wang Yan would have no place to cry.

There was nothing to worry about Wang Yan for, so he traveled in the mountains and rivers while cultivating.

Under an unknown hill, Wang Yan sat cross-legged on a flat rock, and the internal force around his body was surging wildly.

"Boom ......"

Like a storm crashing on the shore, or like a river surging, between the turbulence of the rolling river, the rock turned into powder in an instant.

"Whew!"

Wang Yan opened his eyes and exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath, with the blood Bodhi in his hand, his cultivation was much rougher.

Overloaded cultivation "The Twelve Chapters of Imperial Power" will hurt his body, but Blood Bodhi has a strong healing effect on internal injuries. The combination of the two made Wang Yan's entry fast.

However, after such a high-intensity cultivation lasted for a while, Wang Yan found that he had actually become resistant to Blood Bodhi, and every time he took it, the recovery effect would continue to decrease.

"There really isn't such a good thing in this world, otherwise Wang Yan would have become a super master in the original plot, and he would still be guilty of fighting with Xiongba?"

Sighing silently, Wang Yan took out the five poisons he bought on the road from the package.

Centipedes, scorpions, poisonous snakes, geckos, toads, only the toad is still alive at this time, and the other four have only a little residual limb and flesh left.

"Goo-woo!"

The toad inside the box chirped and stuck its tongue out to stick what little bit of meat was left into its mouth.

"It looks the most honest, but it's also the most poisonous."

Wang Yan stared at the gray and sticky skin of the toad, thinking that he would eat this thing later, only to feel a churning in his stomach.

"Which pervert came up with this thing to practice?"

Wang Yan scolded the author and the eighteenth generation of his ancestors in his heart, but in the end he still had no choice.

But fortunately, it was the flesh and poison sacs of toads that were eaten, and the pile of intestinal organs was of little use.

He wears a transparent glove in his left hand, and throws his stomach away with the blade of his sword in his right hand. After Wang Yan washed it more than a dozen times, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes and threw the toad into his mouth.

"Poof!"

As soon as the pimple on the toad's back entered its mouth, it burst open, and streams of viscous liquid splashed everywhere in the mouth, and the disgusting Wang Yan's face turned green.

He tried to swallow the toad, but the cheats demanded that the flesh be chewed thoroughly. Wang Yan didn't know whether it was the author who suffered a thousand swords who deliberately took revenge on society, or whether it was really necessary to do so, but he had no choice at all, so he could only follow the steps.

"This Nima is tens of thousands of times worse than!"

Wang Yanqiang endured his nausea, cursing and chewing frantically.

His mood at this time was as heavy as a dog, he wanted to cry but couldn't, he was obviously wronged but he didn't know how to react.

After chewing the toad's flesh and blood into a puddle of minced meat and swallowing it, Wang Yan felt that his whole person was relieved. It's like the soul has been sublimated, or ten catties of mud have been rubbed off from the body, and the whole person is fluttering from the inside out, as if it is about to fly.

"No, it's a sign of poisoning!"

Just when Wang Yan's convulsions were about to reach their peak, a sense of crisis suddenly appeared in his heart.

Looking down at his reflection in the water, with a green neck and a green face, even his hair almost turned green, he was a miniature version of the Hulk.

"What sin have I made? Green from head to toe? ”

With a weak complaint, Wang Yan began to resist the erosion of toxins with his internal force.

It is an extremely irritable way of refining the body, which can be described in one sentence as "not convincing to hardness, just to the point of convincing".

Use a special internal force to delay the onset of the toxin, and then slowly adapt to it by relying on its own resistance until the toxin can no longer cause damage to itself.

In addition to reducing the pain caused by the toxin, the special antidote that is matched with it plays the same role as the internal force, but the effect is stronger and the effect is faster.

Silently operating the internal force to resist the erosion of toxins, Wang Yan was in a very bad state at this time. Bursts of colic came over him like waves, making him tremble uncontrollably.

This kind of stunned way of refining the body seems to be very simple, but it is not so easy to succeed. Resources and methods are secondary, and the main test is the cultivator's willpower.

The five poisons that Wang Yan bought this time were not ordinary goods, but old guys who had lived in the hands of pharmaceutical merchants for at least ten years. This kind of poison can poison dozens of people if it is scraped off the body casually, if it weren't for Wang Yan's extremely high physical fitness and strong resistance to toxins, I'm afraid that he would have to burp a fart.

The stomach is turned upside down, one moment like a red-hot soldering iron pressed on the intestines and liver, and the next time it is like a large piece of dry ice stuffed in. These two feelings are quite good, the most uncomfortable is the numbness that penetrates deep into the bone marrow, so he can't help but want to reach out and scratch it, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't scratch it.