Day 3, midnight.

There were no stars, no moon, no lights, no fire, and a thick darkness covered the whole town, and the cold wind howled outside, making the window paper crackle, and every now and then there was a creak or two of wood rubbing, as if a ghost was groaning.

Enduring silence is an indispensable state of mind for every monk. Even in such an environment, most people stayed at home during these three days, practicing silently, as if they could cultivate until they were old.

Tuk, tuk, tuk......

The strange knocking sound sounded again, but it changed from knocking on the window to knocking on the door, neither light nor heavy, as if a polite visitor.

In the dark, Zhang Yuan sat still, neither making a sound nor making any movements.

Tuk, tuk, tuk......

There was another knock on the door, but Zhang Yuan still didn't hear it.

Tuk, tuk, tuk......

The visitor still did not give up, and kept knocking, as if no one had opened the door and kept knocking.

It's just that in Zhang Yuan's Yang God Vision, there is no one outside the door, and there are no visitors. This strange knock on the door seems to come from an invisible ghost, coveting the flesh and blood of the living, as soon as the door opens, it will rush in!

At this moment, the knock on the door began to get louder, harder and harder, and the rhythm became more and more rapid, as if he had been impatient and restless.

In the end, the door was shaken, and the "people" outside changed from knocking on the door to knocking on the door, from knocking on the door to hitting the door, and it seemed that they would break into the door in the next second and tear Zhang Yuan to pieces!

Such a loud voice did not alarm the other seven monks scattered in the inn, perhaps they had nothing to do with themselves, they turned a deaf ear, or perhaps they had disappeared silently.

This hair-raising voice has been going on and on, as if he will not give up until he has reached his goal! If he were a weak-minded person, he would probably be unable to bear it anymore and open the door and fight!

Zhang Yuan was unmoved, and his heart entered a state of tranquility and indifference.

No fear, no anger, no matter how loud the knock is, it can't disturb him for half a minute.

The beating continued for more than two hours, and as the last one fell, it stopped without warning, as if the visitor had given up leaving.

Silence returned to the air, and even the wind stopped as if nothing had happened.

Throughout, the weak wooden door stood firmly there, separating the inside and the outside.

What exactly is knocking on the door?

During this period, there should only be evil spirits and monsters, but neither of them can escape his eyes, what else can harass people without a trace like this?

Zhang Yuan opened his eyes and walked to the window silently. The darkness naturally could not block his vision, and every grass and tree outside the house was clearly visible, and there was no trace left on the dusty ground except for his own footprints.

Suddenly, something moved in front of him, and he looked down to see that in a rusty bronze mirror resting on the table, a wicked face was staring at him with a pair of glowing eyes!!

At this moment, Zhang Yuan was terrified, subconsciously looked behind him, there was nothing, and then looked back at the bronze mirror, but he heard the other party screaming: "You lie to me! You dare to lie to me!!"

Bang!

A finger of spiritual power shot out, shattering the bronze mirror and scattering it all over the ground.

The face vanished, as if the sight was just his hallucination.

Zhang Yuan was stunned for a moment, suddenly laughed, and returned to the couch to continue cultivating.

"It seems to be very ...... Is it stupid, or is it simple?"

Late last night, he had already found that something was wrong with the female cultivator, so he casually talked nonsense and asked the other party to go to the top of the sunset peak to wait, the original intention was perfunctory, but he didn't expect the other party to believe it, and it seemed that he really ran to the top of the mountain.

......

In the early morning of the next day, under the prompting of a divine sense, everyone broke away from their cultivation and walked out of the room one after another.

In addition to Zhang Yuan, Gao Yangjin, Gao Yanglan, Murong Bai, Sang Zitong and another male cultivator gathered in the courtyard, but they did not see the two female cultivators, including Chen Lingling, appear.

Everyone felt strange, it was impossible for the Zhuji cultivator not to hear the summons, even if they were at the critical juncture of cultivation, it was impossible for the two of them to be exactly synchronized.

Gao Yanglan frowned, and found that one of the doors was only concealed, and there was no prohibition on it, and walked forward, pushing the door to see, the room was empty, and there was no one.

"This is Chen Lingling's room, could it be that they live in the same room?"

Thinking that the two have a good relationship, it's not impossible.

Gao Yangjin had no choice but to poke out his divine sense and observe the other room, but his expression was even more strange, and he forcibly destroyed the door without saying a word, and sure enough, there was still no one.

At this time, everyone was a little surprised, and they all picked up their thoughts and shuttled around, but there was no result.

Seeing the two missing, Zhang Yuan's heart shook slightly. He thought of what had happened during the three nights, and the woman of the previous night, and at first he thought that he had come to tempt him to debauchery, and that he was not a real person.

Now it seems that it is not a transfiguration, but a direct upper body? What is it that can reach the body of a condensing stage monk?

Gao Yanglan noticed that his face was wrong, and asked out loud, "Zhang Yuan, what do you know?"

Sang Zitong on the side suddenly clapped his palms, and pretended to be abrupt: "By the way, I saw him and Chen Lingling together the day before yesterday, and the two hooked up, you must know their whereabouts!"

Hearing this, the five people looked at Zhang Yuan suspiciously.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Zhang Yuan said calmly.

Murong Bai's eyes were a little gloomy, and there was some warning in his words: "If you do something, it's better to say it as soon as possible." ”

"Yes, both of them are the daughters of the Chen family, and it's nothing to play casually, but it's not something you can dream of. Gao Yang Lanqiao's face was cold.

Zhang Yuan was about to say the strange situation in the past few days, but he didn't want to say it now, and said lightly: "One condensation six layers, one five layers of condensation, and there are prohibitions outside the house, how can I get them with a third layer of condensation?"

Sang Zitong said without yin or yang: "Your strange physique, who can say clearly? ”

"Even so, could it be that they don't even have the ability to make some movements to inform you?" Zhang Yuan said unhurriedly: "What's more, I don't have any magic weapons, so it's impossible to make them both unconscious with a single blow." ”

Monks in the condensation period, when empty-handed, can only attack with the spiritual power in their bodies, and the mode is quite simple, unless there is a magic weapon in hand, the means of fighting the enemy can be diversified.

Everyone's faces were a little pale, thinking about it like this, the disappearance of the two was indeed unlikely to be something that this native, who had just entered the condensation period, could do.

Sang Zitong still didn't give up, and instigated in a dark voice: "That's not necessarily, naked, and suddenly killing the killer when the phoenix is upside down, no one will expect it." Poor Chen family's two sisters, they don't know what a sinister human heart is. ”

Hearing him say this, everyone became a little skeptical.

Zhang Yuan smiled suddenly, "Hmm, then tell me why I did this?"

Sang Zitong sneered again and again: "Needless to say, greedy for magic weapons and pills, seeking money and killing people, this kind of thing is still rare?"

"So, the first person I wanted to kill was you. Zhang Yuan said with a smile.

Sang Zitong said disdainfully: "Kill me?" ”

Ever since he knew that Zhang Yuan was not an absolute law that was not close to him, and that he had successfully broken through a small level and advanced to the seventh layer of condensing qi, the power of the spell had at least doubled, he was full of confidence and wanted to find an opportunity to teach him a lesson.

As soon as Sang Zi's voice fell, he saw a huge fist smashing quickly, he was not unprepared, a shield immediately appeared in his left hand, and a magic sword in his right hand stabbed fiercely......

"Die!!" he froze on his face with a smug smile on his lips.

Bang bang!!

A crisp sound, a pop!

The sword is broken, the shield is broken!

A fist carrying a majestic force slammed into Sang Zitong's chin, and in his unbelievable gaze, it flew sideways, rolling on the ground more than a dozen times in a row, knocking over the water tank, stone trough, and wooden frame along the way, and spitting out a mouthful of broken teeth......

"Whoa!!" Sang Zitong shouted dizzily and indistinctly, almost going crazy and breaking down in his heart!

How is this possible?? Ignoring the attack and defense of spiritual power, how can it be possible to even break the magic weapon for him?

He didn't know that in order to make it more convenient for the user to manipulate the magic weapon of the Qi Condensation Period, the materials used for casting were mainly biased towards the functions of affinity and aura, and as for physical solidity, it was not considered......

What monk fights and uses his fists without spiritual power?