A series of movements are like flowing water, almost unhindered, and when everyone comes back to their senses, except for those who have been smashed in their chests, they have not yet swallowed, the blood of those who cut their throats is like an infusion, and the eyes of those who are in the crossbow are blank, and there is no help. The worst thing is the first stroke, Yan San's sudden first knee hit is the most ferocious, under the coercion of the blood element, the knee will be the chatter internal organs into minced meat, and the force directly acts on the spine, such as splitting the big firewood, the spine is broken into two, and after falling to the ground, the whole person is folded together, and the head is between the two ankles, the appearance is weird and cruel.

After the meal, Ma Biao led people back in vain, Yan San interspersed left and right in the stone forest, and soon lost his trace, under the hidden cicada, the smell and taste were gone, and here was the stone forest, there were no footprints to check, so that the officials were useless to rely on tracking to eat.

Looking at the casualties, the fist in the chest finally did not survive, and died of vomiting blood, and everyone looked at each other in shock. Although these people are not Yuan Xiu, they are also masters in the world, and they all have martial arts, especially in the middle boxer, known as the Thirteen Taibao horizontal practice, and the ordinary sword is difficult to hurt, and they take the road of physical cultivation, although they have not broken the ranks, the defense is very good, but they were stoned to death by Yan San's punch.

"This miscellaneous is advanced, and it is the way of physical cultivation. I've seen the dead, there are no spirit fluctuations, and the middle knee and middle fist are all killed vigorously, pure physical strength. Ma Biao said to Xiong Liang with a cold face.

"Well, it's indeed a physical cultivation method, and in terms of pure strength, it's at least a second-order. Hey, isn't he a spiritual cultivator? It seems that the Qingfeng Body Method is still the practice of your sect. Xiong Liang frowned and replied, as a physical cultivator, he knew better what Yan San's strength was, just in terms of these two blows, there was still a gap compared to himself, but it was not far away, a stable second-order physical cultivation, thinking of Yan San's age, Xiong Liang couldn't help but be surprised.

Everyone was busy collecting and burying the dead, Liu Ye'er helped Nalan Ling to set up a temporary tent and rested, and the two teams became Xiong Liang and Ma Biao, and the two stepped aside and discussed in a low voice.

"He studied spirituality with an outcast of my sect, and I think it was a dual cultivation of spirit and body. Hmph, don't be caught by me, I'll have to skin him alive after I catch him!' Ma Biao said hatefully.

Ma Yang was lying on his back on the roof, his eyes silently looking at the snowy night, and the image of blood turning into ice under his body suddenly appeared, which made Ma Biao's eyes red.

"Anyway, be careful, this treasure exploration is in the territory of Dayuan, there are many dangers, the flies you brought, you cook it yourself, don't bite the head of my butcher knife gang, if you don't see it in the back and have to cooperate, Lao Tzu really wants to turn his face with you now." Xiong Liang said.

Of course he knew about the affairs of Xiaoxi Street, that night Huang Renyi found him to disguise himself as an officer and soldier, and took advantage of the chaos to make a big profit, and then Yan San hollowed out the nonsense, bloodletting Ma Yang and Li Weikai had heard of it, and he was also surprised by the ruthlessness of Xiao Pipi's methods, but Yan San's spearhead had not been aimed at the butcher's knife gang, and Tu Liang didn't care, and he was still a little lucky to let Yan San go under the pressure of Nalan Zero, leaving a way back. There is such an enemy who is always in mind, and no one can sleep well.

Ma Biao froze for a moment when he heard this, his eyes flashed a few times, he skipped the topic of Yan San, and asked, "Your young lady told you that you went to explore treasures?"

"Aren't you all together, according to me, I don't need your scrap at all, and I have brought a lot of trouble, if it weren't for Miss's orders, Lao Tzu would have left you alone!"

Ma Biao snorted coldly and said to himself, "Treasure hunting, hum...... Treasure hunt!'

Xiong Liang frowned and said, "What's the problem?"

Ma Biao turned around and left without saying a word, and said, "No problem, you just go treasure hunting, hehe, hehe!"

Xiong Liang was full of depression, although he was muddy, he was not stupid, and after a while, he came to Situ Ren and asked, "Did Miss Dao lie to us if she asked us to go treasure hunting......

On the night of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Yan San sat on a stone mountain, not far away was the team of Ma Biao and Nalan Ling, under Yan San's supernormal perception, there were no hidden places, there were still thirty-five people left, none of them could be missing, and none of them could escape! The conversation between Ma Biao and Xiong Liang naturally passed into Yan San's ears through the ears of a groundhog, and the two groups of people really intrigued, and the relationship between Nalan Zero and the Butcher Knife Gang did not seem to be very harmonious, and they were suspicious of dark ghosts, and now that Nalan Zero was seriously injured, I am afraid that Nalan Zero will have to take care of himself in a few days.

"Beautiful women are the most capable of deceiving people, and those who deceive people will eventually have their lies shattered one day, just as Nalan Ling's face is the most beautiful lie in the world, who would have thought that she once killed more than 300 innocent mortals? Yan San said in his heart, trying to convince himself to hate the sultry Qiu Bo, "It's all lies, it's all lies, Nalan Zero is a snake and scorpion." 』

The team officially entered the territory of Dayuan, the mountains and rocks walked through and turned into canyons, the mountain peaks continued, there were forests, rivers, without exception, there were no people, only the primitive silence and hustle and bustle, and the atmosphere became more and more dull.

Separated by a mountain, the Tang Dynasty is snowing in the sky, and the strange wind of Dayuan is raging, like the temperament of the two countries, the Tang Dynasty is gentle and arrogant, and the Dayuan is rough and delicate. The rough stones, the treacherous ravines, even the trees are much stronger, there is not so much water and soil fertilizer, but they are more upright, twisting their bodies to compete with the wind and sand.

Yan San didn't make another move, nor did he hide his figure anymore, just flickering forward and backward, faintly appearing in everyone's sight. The inch-long hair stood on end, and the narrow eyes occasionally glanced at everyone, without any emotion, as if a tiger was scanning the sheepfold, cold and ruthless, not treating everyone as a human being, or even in their eyes.

Liu Ye'er recognized Yan San, and once called Yan San in surprise, but unfortunately Yan San's heart was cold at this time, and he no longer had the oil and smooth tone of the past, and he didn't look at Liu Ye'er. Nalan Zero's injuries can't be seen good or bad, Yan San can see her spitting out steaming blood through the "Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts" every day, dyeing her face like drunk, every time Yan San will force herself to cut off the "Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts", telling herself that this is all an illusion, Nalan Zero is one of the main culprits who killed the old folks in Xiaoxi Street, damn it!

Yan Sanqiang is not without a chance, but if a tiger wants to hunt a herd of buffaloes, he will never rush into the buffalo herd bravely, that is not bravery, it is stupidity. Tigers always follow the herd of buffalo, waiting for an opportunity. Yan San is not a tiger, he is a smarter and more ferocious person than a tiger, he is still a stubborn and ruthless prank, in front of him is a large forest, standing on a high place and looking at it, this forest is only afraid that it will take a day, this is the cemetery that Yan San chose for them.

The road ahead is almost uncovered, suitable for hunting but not for retreat. But the forest is different, the so-called tiger enters the mountain forest, and Yan San, who has the eyes of ten thousand beasts, is the real master of the jungle. At the entrance to the forest, the team trimmed and prepared to rush out of the jungle in one go.

Yan San was less than a hundred meters away from everyone, with the jungle behind him, sitting alone on the branch of a strange and twisted tree, holding a big black and green snake in his hand, cutting off the snake's head with a knife, dripping the snake's blood into his mouth, tearing off the snake's skin after drinking it, gnawing on the snow-white snake with a mouthful of blood, and looking at everyone from time to time.

"Your mother's little cub, if you want to kill it, who is disgusting with a beast-like person? Fight and not fight, go and not go, Yan San, are you a leper dog?"

"Yan San, Lao Tzu didn't provoke you, you want to take revenge and see people, why do you still have a little bit of humanity? Innocent people are also killed, why doesn't God kill you when he thunders?"

"You little brute who doesn't have any hair, if you plant it and do it, you let you have one hand, what if Lao Tzu killed the people in Xiaoxi Street? Can you bite Lao Tzu's eggs? You are not a dog offal made by more than 300 mouths in Xiaoxi Street, or you are so enthusiastic about avenging them? I'm afraid you don't know who your father and mother are...... Hahaha!' Everyone laughed in unison, and this scolding came up with a new meaning.

This is the butcher knife gang and the servants in the crowd, who were followed by Yan San for a few days, and began to be afraid, and later found that Yan San was not good, just an energetic green-skinned boy, and he didn't dare to chase after it, but since then, the foul language has been endless, Yan San has been silent all the way, but he didn't hear it.

Yan San paused, put down the snake segment, jumped off the big tree, and disappeared.

Everyone lost their goal, scolded for a moment and felt tasteless, and each of them ate and drank.

Everyone is in the rivers and lakes, familiar with the means of survival, along the way birds and beasts are endless, but there is no lack of food, at this time the flame is blazing, driving a millet above, while roasting and cutting while eating, the corners of each mouth are oily, eat to the most hearty, suddenly a figure from the side of the swoop, and so on, the person has been only ten meters away from the fire, everyone hurriedly drew their swords and swords, the hidden weapon in the hand of the head and brainless, two of the flying stars are the most shiny, Deng Feiyu is the most alert, flying stars with hatred.

The man had short hair and an inch head, his eyes were narrow and long like a pitch-black deep pool, and the secluded spring was shining with blurry fluorescence, it was Yan San, seeing that the hidden weapon was about to reach the body, Yan San's body suddenly flickered, instantly spanning a distance of ten meters, the knife flashed, and blood flew. Before everyone could get used to this illusion that the person was suddenly gone, Yan San's body turned and squatted, and then scurried, quickly rushing into the grass. Behind him, Ma Biao and Shi Wentian all launched a swift wind attack, swords together, and stabbed into the abdomen of a person who was still stunned. The sky was full of stars, swishing into the grass.

After a while, Yan San's figure reappeared on the big tree a hundred meters away, put down an object, grabbed the snake segment, and continued to gnaw on the meat. That thing was black, but it was a human head, his face was full of consternation, and there was still a mouthful of meat in his mouth, it was the most vicious one who scolded Yan San, at this time the corpse was still spraying blood, and his head had already flown over a hundred meters, but he couldn't scold anymore.

Just now, this person scolded Yan San's sore spot, one was to insult the three hundred souls of Xiaoxi Street, and the other was to scold Yan San for being a wild seed. Yes, he really doesn't know who his father and mother are, but others can't mention it, this is a bloody wound that has been bleeding from the bottom of his heart, and no one can touch it, so Yan Sanqiang killed this person.

Yan San was not safe either, a wound on his shoulder and back was bleeding, and a flying star was inlaid on his chest, half a point into the flesh. Among the people, the Qingfeng Mingyue Sect is the most terrifying, and they will all be attacked by the wind, so Yan San has been prepared for a long time, and immediately after the killing, he hid behind the people, squatting and rushing out, not wanting Ma Biao to be too fast and too anxious, he stabbed the unlucky ghost with a sword, and left a wound on Yan San's back, if Yan San was a little later, he might not be able to leave. As for the flying star, Yan Sanhun didn't care, as long as he didn't hurt his eyes, with the current second-order body cultivation body, the flying star would penetrate the skin and flesh at most, and it would be difficult to kill him.