After about half an hour, Mu Changan finally walked out of the mountain and came to a plain.

"Boom~"

The sky was not beautiful, thunder sounded, dark clouds shrouded it, and it looked like it was about to rain.

Mu Changan walked forward and found that there was a ruined temple not far in front of him, just to hide from the rain and take a rest by the way.

Get up to speed.

"Boom~"

"Whoa~"

The weather is a woman's face, and when she says it, it changes, and Mu Changan has some water stains on her body when she runs into the broken temple.

The ruined temple is not big, just over twenty square meters, and there is nothing except a pile of hay and firewood.

Mu Changan piled up a pile of hay, sat on it, and began to be in a daze with his little head.

Five minutes later, Mu Changan took out the dragon pattern three-style watch and prepared to practice martial arts.

The dragon pattern three styles, as the name suggests, there are only three styles in total, introduced in the form of illustrations, but the posture of each knife is quite a lot, there are more than a dozen pages.

Mu Chang calmed down and watched carefully, this is the same as reading a villain book, it is particularly interesting, and Mu Chang'an is seriously observing the villain posture on each page.

The starting type, the knife holding type, and the knife type are the first type.

The dancing knife type, the back knife type, and the unloading knife type are the second type.

The retracting type is the third type.

Slowly, the little man on the page began to dance as if he had a soul, and it was deeply imprinted in Mu Changan's mind.

"Hammer~"

The dragon pattern knife was taken out by Mu Changan at some point, Mu Changan's left hand book, right hand knife, wantonly swayed in this broken temple, echoing the villain in the book.

Wisps of aura flowed out, Mu Chang'an's eyebrows were like a phoenix, his eyes were like a dragon, and his body was like a tiger.

A knife breaks the air silently.

A knife, full of domineering.

Exhaustion.

Mu Changan withdrew the dragon pattern knife, sat on the ground and gasped, this knife technique was too domineering, full of energy, after the three-style drill, he was already tired, and the aura in his body was also consumed by a full third.

"I don't feel like it's as difficult as the cultivation training class says?" Mu Changan put the dragon pattern three styles back in the storage bag, took out a ham sausage, and muttered while eating.

A training course for practitioners is a training course for practitioners created by the state or private individuals after the revival of Reiki, with the purpose of guiding practitioners on how to practice.

Of course, the condition for adding it must also be a cultivator, and the tuition fee is expensive, and the fee is still a spirit stone.

Ergouzi's family in the county once wanted Ergouzi to study in a spiritual training class, but he dropped out after only three months of study, because the tuition fee was too high to afford.

However, according to Ergouzi who came back to show off to him, there was a tutor in the training class who explained a book of exercises brought out from the ruins, and it took a month for the smartest students to understand it.

That's it, they were all greatly praised by the mentor.

Although Mu Changan didn't know what the other party's level of practice was, he didn't think it would be higher than the dragon pattern three styles, after the dragon pattern three styles were completed, he obviously found that he had improved his mastery proficiency a lot, although it could not be said to be a thorough understanding, but he had also kept it in mind, as long as he practiced regularly in the future, he would reach Dacheng sooner or later.

"It seems that the so-called genius is not very good!" Mu Changan thought as he bit the ham sausage.

"Dada~"

Suddenly, there was the sound of hurried footsteps outside.

Mu Changan frowned slightly, put one hand on the dragon pattern knife, and stared at the door of the broken temple.

In the pouring rain, a bald man ran in in the rain, carrying someone on his shoulder.

However, the person is tied up with five flowers, and the long hair that looks at the figure and the shawl is sprinkled should be a woman.

I saw people again, and ......

Robbery?

The stout man obviously didn't expect the existence of people in this wilderness, and the moment he came in, he saw Mu Changan suddenly stopped, staring at Mu Changan with a solemn face.

Mu Changan was a little embarrassed, and the other party was also a little embarrassed.

In the end, they both fell silent.

After a while, the stout man moved first, walked to the side and put down the person on his shoulder, but Yu Guang kept staring at Mu Changan, for fear that he would make a sneak attack.

Mu Changan didn't move, and continued to chew the ham sausage.

As for the stout man, he was actually very curious in his heart.

Because according to the previous speculation, the stout man should be a human who belongs to this world, that is, the so-called natives of the other world.

Mu Changan really wanted to communicate with the other party and learn more about this world.

But the other party's defensiveness is obviously very strong, and he is a man, Mu Changan usually refuses to chat with creatures like men, especially this kind of obscene man, who can only give up after thinking about it.

A little hungry, Mu Changan got up and began to pile some hay and firewood together, and took out a lighter from his backpack to make a fire.

"Pap~Pap~Pap"

The voice was particularly loud in this empty and dilapidated temple, attracting the attention of the stout man.

The stout man had a look of surprise in his eyes, it was unbelievable that a small object could make a fire.

Mu Changan didn't care about this, after lighting a bonfire, Mu Changan set up a simple shelf, took out a small pot of boiling water from his backpack, and put it on it.

I took out a few bottles of mineral water from the storage bag, opened them and poured them in.

After everything was ready, Mu Changan took out the bag of instant noodles and opened it, put the noodles into the pot, tore open the seasoning package and poured it in.

Soon, a faint drift began to overflow.

Mu Changan sniffed his nose, being able to eat a bowl of hot instant noodles on a cold day is simply the happiest thing.

It's just that Mu Changan's operation was stupid at the thick man on the other side, and even the person who put it down didn't know when he opened his eyes and looked at Mu Changan curiously.

"Goo Goo Goo ~~"

When the water boils, the aroma of the instant noodles becomes even stronger.

"Goo~"

The stout man's stomach screamed directly and involuntarily, with an embarrassed face.

Mu Changan saw that the water was almost boiling, picked up the big bowl that had been prepared, a pair of chopsticks, and began to fish noodles and eat.

"Slip~~"

A mouthful of instant noodles is under the stomach, and the whole body is warm.

"Laotan sauerkraut noodles, you deserve it!"

As soon as Mu Changan finished admiring, he saw a stout man getting up and walking towards Mu Changan, still holding a big knife in his hand.

This is to be robbed.

Mu Changan had long expected that the other party would not be so peaceful, put the bowl down, and was about to speak, when the stout man slashed at him directly.

Mu Changan hurriedly dodged sideways, picked up his dragon pattern knife, and distanced himself from the stout man.

The stout man is obviously also a practitioner, and a long knife is played by the tiger and tiger he dances, the blade is sharp and murderous.

"Qiang~"

Mu Changan pulled out the dragon pattern knife to fight against it, and with a 'poof' sound, Mu Changan took three steps back directly, his chest was stuffy, and he almost didn't spit out a mouthful of blood.

The arm strength is so strong!

Mu Changan was frightened, his right hand holding the dragon pattern knife trembled slightly, and the tiger's mouth was even more painful.