The hard-working framework was broken up with a single blow, restored to the original Flesh and Qi Spiritual Element, and then quickly re-restructured to form a more solid and pure structure. In the past two years, Yan San has followed Lu Zhan's daily medicinal diet to recuperate, and has absorbed a huge amount of medicinal power in his body, although it has also been used to strengthen the body, and has been washed by the dripping technique day and night, but it is still crude under the oven. With the medicinal power of the blood element in the whole body, coupled with the fact that the medicinal properties of the True One Pill still existed, Yan San's body barely provided the energy for the oven to rebuild.

When he returned to consciousness, Yan San stood up and found that he was soaked, but instead of sweat, it was a pale black grease that exuded a slightly fishy and bitter smell. Two completely different sensations of heaviness and lightness appeared on the body at the same time, gently waving his hands and kicking his feet, suddenly feeling light as the wind and heavy and full of strength, obviously the path of physical cultivation has gone up a small step, and after a little feeling in the body, the Chu Yuan realm has also passed a small threshold.

Yan San breathed for a moment, the severe pain seemed to pass by the clouds, his body was too good to be better, and he no longer had the heart to stay in this darkness, the darkness had soaked into his soul, and the road behind was still long, and it was destined to be covered with blood.

The night came to Xiaoxi Street again, and the lights were dim in the past, but today it is desolate and terrible, and the night wind blows, and the sobs are difficult to see, as if the voice of the dead is endless;

Wei Kaijie woke up in his sleep, in fact, he couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams now. As a person who only stepped into the early yuan at the age of thirty, his path of yuan cultivation is destined not to be long, and the fact is also true, more than ten years have passed, he is only the lower level of the first yuan, it is not worth mentioning in the cultivation yuan world, and it can be regarded as a rich and decent person in the mortal world;

But an incident that happened last night kept him awake. Wei Kaijie is a native of Nanfeng Town, he cried and cried in the first forty years, and he also killed people in Nanfeng Town, but it didn't seem like this time that made him feel terrified, as the leader of the team, at least seven ordinary people from Xiaoxi Street died under his knife, and among them there was an old woman who was the same age as his father.

Wei Kaijie didn't want to wield a knife, but the group of Yuan cultivators of Qingfeng Mingyue Sect was next to him, unless he didn't want this wealth, he had no choice: if he didn't do it, the officers and soldiers of Nanfeng Town would not be able to do it, and those Yuan cultivators would definitely pick off his official skin, and maybe they would take his head easily.

Familiar and unfamiliar blood, dazed, anxious and desperate faces appeared in front of his eyes, Wei Kaijie got up drunk, touched a wine jug on the table, and poured it into his mouth in a daze. There was a snoring sound in the surrounding houses, and the open windows could see a white field in the distance, which was a patch of corpses, and Wei Kaijie had to wait until all the corpses were dug up and then buried before leaving.

The room was as quiet as a bean.

Yan San sat quietly in a dark corner, his eyes fixed on this depressed chief catcher. This is the house he lived in, even if he is not there, Qu Chengfeng will occasionally clean it to keep it fresh, but now it has become the murderer's nest.

"Who is it?"

Wei Kaijie suddenly heard a low and hoarse voice, shook his head, and then found that a person was sitting on the opposite side of the table at some point, and said coldly to him.

This person has a miserable white face, a bright red and exaggerated mouth, two huge black eye circles, and smiles like a ghost in the moonlight, Rao is Wei Kaijie is bold, but also scared a spirit, his eyes are wide open, and he subconsciously wants to pull out the knife, touch the air, squint his eyes, and put the knife with a sheath at the head of the bed.

He wanted to scream, but the clown's figure shook suddenly, and in an instant he stepped over the table, and a touch of cold was already attached to his neck.

"A good man spares his life!" Wei Kaijie didn't dare to move, cold sweat straight down, stiffly straightened his neck to keep his body in shape, for fear of touching the beautiful dagger dotted with green stars.

Yan San sealed his throat with a dagger and lowered his voice, "Who is it?"

"What?" Wei Kaijie asked in a stiff posture. "Clown" he has heard a little, has been hunting, but has never met, this person is mostly for money, has never harmed his life, and mostly for the people who are powerful, in Wei Kaijie's mind is also a thief, today I see but feel that the rumors are at a loss, this clown is cold and murderous, if he doesn't agree with the appearance of disemboweling and bloodletting, how can he be half chivalrous?

Yan San's free hand pointed to the 'white ground' in the distance and said, "Who did it?"

Wei Kaijie reluctantly turned his head to look, swallowed and spit, and said, "Yuan people, Yuan people are spies, they were discovered by the residents of Xiaoxi Street, exposed their hiding, and then reported to the official, Yuan people are fierce, and when they saw that they were surrounded, they set fire to the house...... Yes...... Uh!!

This set of rhetoric has been prepared for a long time, but before the words are finished, the dagger on Wei Kaijie's neck suddenly left, flashing rapidly, Wei Kaijie only felt a cold in his hand, and then a sharp pain hit, looking down, the index finger of his right hand had been cut open, and blood flowed out in large streams. Just as he was about to scream, the green returned to his neck and tightened it coldly, and the cry was suddenly deeply blocked in his neck.

"Who?" Yan San asked coldly again.

Wei Kaijie trembled in pain, this knife really cut his fingers vertically, from the nails to the flesh to the bones, a complete finger neatly broken into two from the root of the finger to the tip of the finger, becoming two miserable and strange things on the palm of the hand, under the washing of blood, as if giving birth to a strange six fingers;

After a while, Wei Kaijie was still gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, and the green light on his neck flew away quickly, flashing again!

"Who?" The cold voice was accompanied by another sharp pain rolling towards Wei Kaijie, and a little finger was cut diagonally on the table, like a small radish that had been cut off indiscriminately by a naughty child. A second stream of blood joined the spray.

Wei Kaijie's neck was once again pressed against the dagger, and he couldn't be shaken.

"Ah...... a short scream interrupted again, Wei Kaijie gasped for breath, and hurriedly said, "It was the Qingfeng Mingyue Sect, the Yuan cultivator of the Qingfeng Mingyue Sect did it......!

"Why?" Yan San tightened his dagger again, interrupting Wei Kaijie's complaint.

Wei Kaijie originally had the heart to fight, but Yan San's cold methods made him dispel this idea, the crippled limbs were not soft, and they were as casual as cutting tofu, the first knife was vertically cut, and the second knife was obliquely cut, without any regularity.

This is exactly what Wei Kaijie is afraid of, ordinary villains will cut off their fingers one by one, more or less prepared in their hearts, but Yan San swayed indiscriminately, he didn't treat people as human beings, who knows if his entire arm will be cut off indiscriminately when he stabs next?

"Lord Huang's 30,000 golden tickets were stolen, please ask the people of Qingfeng Mingyue Sect to track down, but they found it here, and found the golden ticket, Qingfeng Mingyue Sect said that Xiaoxi Street is all the same party, so it ......

Yan San's heart was shocked, and his heart turned up again, his hand suddenly tightened, and a stream of blood flowed from Wei Kaijie's neck, and he immediately stopped talking.

Yan San came back to his senses and said, "How many people have come from the Qingfeng Bright Moon Sect, who did it, and what strength are they?......

After a series of questions were asked, Wei Kaijie said endlessly, answering them one by one, not daring to hide anything, for fear that Yan San would cut off his head when he was excited. Yan San asked for a while, and even asked his name and appearance one by one, and then said:

"I won't kill you, but if it's a lie, I'll take your head!!"

"Don't dare, don't dare! Don't worry, everything I say is the truth, to be honest, I also want to slaughter those wolf-hearted Qingfeng Mingyue Sect, and treat people like ants, if it weren't for my lack of strength......

Yan San withdrew the dagger, glared at him coldly, and with a bright red huge smile, like a mockery, he said:

"Oh, since you have this heart, then there will definitely be a chance!"

Wei Kaijie chuckled in his heart, holding his bleeding hand and stump finger, he was stunned and speechless, Yan San had already quietly turned around and left. Wei Kaijie slowed down for a moment, his face changed, he looked at Yan San, who was still vaguely visible, and finally sighed, gave up the idea of waking up his subordinates to chase and kill, and sat down gloomily.

This clown's strength may not be as good as that of Qingfeng Mingyue Sect, but it is definitely enough to sneak attack and plot against himself, plus the dagger at hand that sharpens iron like clay, his head is no different from a radish. As long as he runs away and is remembered by him day and night, he must die in the end.

In the night, Yan San quietly climbed the big tree from the back of the banyan tree that Wei Kaijie couldn't see, and gently looked through the hole in the tree where he hid the golden ticket, and sure enough, it was empty, and a voice echoed in his heart:

"It's me! It turns out that I killed the father and mother of Xiaoxi Street, and I killed the Qu master!"

If you don't steal the golden ticket and don't hide here, then there will be no tracking and killing behind, and there will be no fire on Xiaoxi Street! Yan San felt so remorse in his heart that he could hardly help crying loudly. In the dense leaves of the big banyan tree, looking at the snow-white corpse in the distance below, Yan San sat with his knees crossed, only feeling that he had ruined everything with his own hands, and he was lonely and abandoned by the whole world from then on.

Sitting in a daze, a sharp pain hit the whole body, Yan San came to his senses, and before he knew it, the drip trick was running at a high speed, which could trigger the oven, Yan San hurriedly adjusted his breathing and stopped the exercises. The body has just been tempered once, and there is no savings, and at this time, if you start the oven again, I am afraid that it will be really broken.

Luo Gui, Ma Biao, Deng Feiyu, Gou Fei, Shi Wenzheng, plus the two miscellaneous disciples of the Qingfeng Mingyue Sect who stayed in the yamen, filtered through Yan San's heart one by one, the two miscellaneous disciples did not talk about it, and the remaining five people were the culprits who killed Qu Shi, listening to Wei Kaijie's introduction, the strength of any one of them was comparable to him, Ma Biao is a disciple of the inner courtyard, and he must have passed the second heaven, spiritual cultivation condensing Yuan Realm, and Na Luo Gui is the fifth disciple of Qingfeng Mingyue Sect, for the current Yan San, it can only be described as a high mountain Yangzhi, I am afraid that it has passed the third heaven, Rong Yuan.

In terms of spiritual standards, the first primordial element is just to open up and expand the meridians and lay the foundation for cultivation, which can be regarded as a start. The second condensation element can be regarded as truly extraordinary, and its strength and means far surpass those of mortals. As for the third fusion yuan, it was already an extraordinary means, and Yan San couldn't match it at all, and even escaping was an extravagant hope. You can get a glimpse from the fight with Xiong Liang, Yan San only ended up seriously injured when he tried his best, Xiong Liang was only a flesh injury, if it wasn't for Ah Ling's master and servant to save him, Yan San would have confessed. And Xiong Liang was obviously just a Dual Heaven Cultivator.

Only then did Yan San realize how ridiculous he was, and only then did he realize that he was so 'weak and couldn't help the wind' when he needed strength the most. With his current strength, he can't complete revenge at all, and he can only turn to others for help. Yan San's eyes flashed, and he had a plan in his heart.