Before entering the demon, the first evil emperor was in the first step of mastery and skill, and after entering the demon, he skipped the second stage and began to face the inner demon.

The First Evil Emperor is much weaker than the master who steps into the third step in the normal order, but it is definitely not comparable to the first-stage goods like Broken Shuai.

As for Wang Yan...... Do not say......

Duan Shuai was scared away by the First Evil Emperor, and the three absolute old men who had made an appointment to shoot together did not come, and the already disgraced Duan Shuai would definitely be annoyed and angry. And Dugu Ming, the city lord of Wushuang City, died in the hands of the Iron Broom Immortal, one of the twelve evils of Tianchi in the world, which has doomed the two great forces from mutual ambiguity to hostility.

Wang Yan didn't have time to find trouble with Broken Shuai, and he was not qualified to find trouble now, so after recovering from his injuries, he simply set off for Dongying.

After flying all the way for two days, Wang Yan finally came to the easternmost coastal area of the Central Plains.

The closest straight-line distance from Dongying to the Central Plains is only more than 200 miles, and it can be reached in two days at most on land on horseback.

It's just that the ocean is different from the land, the wind and waves are strong, and the water environment is complex, so large ships are needed to ensure safety.

Of course, it's nothing for a master like Wang Yan. Although it is not possible to cross the river with a reed as the legendary Bodhidharma Patriarch, as long as there is a strong template that can bear its weight, it can be reached in more than 200 miles.

Of course, Wang Yan wouldn't be stupid to really get a plank and go directly to Dongying, having that ability doesn't mean that you have to do it, why bother asking for trouble if you can enjoy life.

I bought a small boat at a high price with the villagers of the fishing village on the shore, and Wang Yan picked a good weather and set off.

The wind was howling in my ears, and the smell of fish in my nostrils was soaring. Wang Yan had no distracting thoughts and looked ahead

After all, it is the first time to go to sea, and freshness is inevitable. But when he drifted at sea for most of the day, he got a little tired of these so-called new things.

"It's just over 200 miles, and if you run to the Atlantic Ocean or the Pacific Ocean, you won't be crazy."

Wang Yan sighed silently and slapped a small fish that flew out of the water.

Originally, he wanted to experience the sailing life, but after floating on the sea for a long time, Wang Yan had to take out the aircraft and gallop towards Dongying Island.

With his feet on the aircraft and one hand still tightly grasping the neck of Rhubarb Fate, a man and a dog soon arrived on Dongying Island.

Unlike the Central Plains, near the edge of the island is not a village formed by fishermen, but a sect of a certain size.

"Croak, buckle the mud and teeth, and avoid the stubble...... (Who are you?) What for? ）”

A series of sounds similar to dog barking came from not far away, and Wang Yan looked intently to find that a man in black was yelling at him.

"Can you speak human language?"

Wang Yan asked him, but what he responded to was a black four-edged dart.

"Looks like he can't speak!"

Reaching out and easily taking the dart in his hand, Wang Yan flicked the dart with his fingers and shot it back into the throat of the man in black.

Wang Yan can understand Dongying's language, but he is too lazy to communicate with these garbage, and if he can't speak human language, he will die.

"The darts are quenched with poison, and there are people guarding the edge of the island in the direction of the Central Plains, it seems that this group of beasts has long been restless."

Rubbing the poison on his fingers casually on his clothes, Wang Yan stepped over the body of the man in black and continued to walk inside.

The island is so big that you can't see the edge from standing on it, at least.

Although the dead man in black hung up before he had time to shout, because Wang Yan did not hide his figure, he was easily discovered by others.

There was another series of babbling barks, and Wang Yan asked while dodging the darts.

"Do you speak human language?"

"Click......"

"Do you speak human language?"

"Click......"

After Wang Yan twisted the necks of dozens of people in a row, those Dongying people finally realized what kind of opponent they were facing, and they all scattered to escape from this place, but what followed them was a sword qi that stretched more than ten meters wide.

"Boom ......"

The dust was all over the sky, the rubble was splashing, and dozens of men in black were all cut off by the sword qi, and they fell to the ground screaming continuously.

"If you can't speak human language, then there is no value in living!"

Wang Yan muttered, stepped over half of his body and walked forward, a cloud of gray powder suddenly raised towards his face.

"Quack, Quack, Quack!"

The man in black who fell to the ground was full of viciousness and the pleasure of winning a trick, as if Wang Yan would be poisoned to death by the poison he threw out.

However, time passed little by little, until the man in black was covered in blood and did not see the imaginary scene when he passed out in a coma.

"Knowing that you garbage will have this hand, Lao Tzu has been preparing it early."

Although Wang Yan's "Five Aggregates Refining Poison Body" was only in the introductory stage so far, he could not completely resist top poisons like "Kiss of Death" and "Blood Extinction". However, poisons such as "arsenic", "crane top red" and "broken intestine grass" are not a problem at all.

The martial arts of these black-clothed people are very poor, most of them are not in the stream, and the highest one is only a third-rate, and they are not even a little minions in the Central Plains.

It's just that with poison in hand, this kind of goods can still cause trouble in all directions, and I have to sigh how despicable and shameless the methods of the Dongying Wokou are.

Finding some poison from the pocket of the man in black, Wang Yan casually opened a bag and poured it into his mouth, and then continued to move inside.

These minions stationed at the edge of the island are small minions who are responsible for guarding and reporting. After Wang Yan killed hundreds of people in a row, a person who could speak Zhongyuan finally stood up.

"I speak human words...... I speak human words...... Don't kill me......"

This Dongying person is tall and handsome, like the national idol of a certain island country on the earth. However, what he did was more like the style of a certain island country than his appearance, and when he saw the strong, he directly gave up resistance and began to kneel and lick.

"You can talk to people, right, then they don't need to live."

When the words landed, Wang Yan shook his hand and slashed out, and the dozens of people who were fleeing instantly split into two, fell to the ground and screamed.

"What you ask, what I answer, I will never dare to have half a lie."

The Dongying man swallowed his saliva with a "coo", and his eyes were full of fear.

"You should know about the authentic fist!"

Wang Yan glanced at him and asked lightly.

"Know...... Know ......"

"Then lead the way!"

Having insiders to lead the way saved Wang Yan a lot of time. However, after all, this is the territory of the Fist Gate Masamune and Emperor Toei, and Wang Yan's whereabouts were soon known.