Zhang Yiyang kept the "blasting talisman" firmly in his heart, and repeated the outline and portrayal on his fingertips over and over again.

Every time he depicts the "super mental arithmetic" in his heart and eliminates the possible change of route little by little, so as to simplify from complexity, Zhang Yiyang becomes more and more calm the more he paints, and deep down in his heart, he disassembles the role of each stroke one by one, until he enters a state of self-forgetfulness.

The extra-large wine gourd that Bai Lao held high stopped in mid-air, and glanced at the man in black behind him in his deep eyes, his face couldn't help but show surprise, and then he glanced at the small eagle crawling next to the man in black, and his face also showed a thoughtful expression.

After a long time, only Bai Lao remembered that three days had passed, Zhang Yiyang gradually woke up from his special comprehension, and then the corners of his mouth rose, and he secretly said in his heart: "I have mastered the simple drawing method of the blasting talisman, and I can completely use the blasting talisman through continuous calculations."

Think of it as gunpowder from a previous life, as long as I use the skin of the Firecracker Beast to forge it in an alloy shell, and then carve the blasting charm on the skin, it can be used as a gunpowder thruster for the warhead. ”

"I didn't expect that the classics taught by my parents could make me shine again in the otherworldly continent, "Super Mental Arithmetic" supreme reasoning and calculus; "Eyes of the Morning Pupil" is meticulous and textured at any time; Zhang Yiyang has an impulse that if his aura is strong enough, he can master three skills, secret medicine master, forging master, and array talisman master. The premise is that you can have an endless stream of aura.

Zhang Yiyang precipitated again and started a new day of cultivation. The aura in the body has been compressed by one-third in the veins, and the long test is definitely unstable for a child's heart, but for a person who has died more than once, boring, boring, and lonely, these are all fleeting.

The carriage stopped at the post station again, changing horses and changing cars, Bai Lao still filled the wine in the gourd, and when he left, the quarrel in the post station reached the ears of Zhang Yiyang and Bai Lao.

"I just want this carriage, why are you afraid that I won't be able to pay for it?" A brutal little girl is the same size as Zhang Yiyang now, her big smart eyes are full of anger, and her fair-skinned little hands are crossed at the waist, which looks very rude at this time.

"That's it, my young lady wants this carriage, you have to give it or not, you have to give it," said a guard, who was supposed to escort the little girl.

The guys at the post station were a little embarrassed, because this carriage had been ordered by others, and a few people might come back after going out to eat for a while, but they didn't expect this to be another arrogant master, which made Xiao Er seem a little in a dilemma.

At this time, the little girl threw a spirit source stone to the guy and said, "I want it, and you can figure out the rest by yourself." ”

When the guy saw the Lingyuan Stone in his hand, his eyes lit up and he immediately made a choice, "The two of you are in the car, please, and I will find a way for the rest."

The little girl snorted and walked away with the guards, Zhang Yiyang couldn't help but shake his head, and Bai Lao also continued to rush in the direction of Melting Snow City.

Out of Xiangxue City, it was the post station just now, and Bai Lao suddenly stopped the carriage on the way and said, "Guest, there was a fight in front, should we take a detour?"

Zhang Yiyang opened the curtain and took a look, it was actually the little girl from before.

At this time, the little girl's guard was being attacked by eight masked black-clothed people, and the realm of the guard was obviously about to break through the martial arts, but in the face of eight martial artists who used the aura in their bodies without scruples, they seemed a little invincible, and they were forced to helplessly use the aura in their bodies.

The little girl was hiding behind a big tree, her face was a little pale, and she was trembling and afraid.

I saw that the guards used a move to slash and kill a man in black and seriously injured a man in black, but under the fierce siege of the six men in black, it was obviously a matter of time before they were defeated. Zhang Yiyang secretly commented.

Sure enough, the little girl's guard was accidentally slashed, and then he was injured again and again, and the guard was quickly defeated, and he glanced at the little girl hiding behind the tree, and suddenly made a choice in his eyes. Roaring frantically, the guards desperately puffed up the aura dantian that was about to form the realm of the Martial Sect.

"Oh no! he's going to blow himself up," one of them shouted anxiously.

The rest of the people hurriedly retreated one after another, but there were still two black-clothed people who did not withdraw from the battle circle, "Boom...", the ground was blown out of a deep pit by the guards, and at that time, two black-clothed people were directly blown up with severed limbs and died.

The rest of the men in black were each slightly injured to varying degrees, and they didn't care about their comrades who were seriously injured and ran straight to the little girl.

Zhang Yiyang admired such a guard very much, and he did not abandon the task assigned by his master until he died, knowing that it was time for him to take action. Wearing gloves made of Lingchi leather, he stretched out into the Qiankun bag.

The little girl was so frightened that she burst into tears when she saw the dead guard, looking at the few black-clothed people who were spreading towards her, she was so frightened that she couldn't move a bit, and she was holding the tree in her arms. Seeing the man in black walking towards him step by step, suddenly, whoosh... Sou... Two cracks broke through the air, and two arrows pierced the throats of the two men in black accurately. The remaining two men in black glanced at the carriage in the distance behind them, and knew that the two arrows that took their lives were sent from the carriage, and they couldn't help but feel timid.

Suddenly, the two men in black probably remembered their mission, and the knives in their hands actually flew towards the little girl, seeing that the lancet was about to pierce the top of the little girl's head.

"Whoosh... Bang..."An arrow accurately missed the Lancet Scimitar, followed by a "whoosh...", and an arrow pierced the life of the man in black holding the knife.

The remaining man in black who flew out of the weapon in his hand, knowing that the task was difficult to complete, turned around and was about to run into the forest, Zhang Yiyang knew that letting the tiger return to the mountain would eventually be a disaster, in order not to leave hidden dangers, the arrows on the crossbow tightened with the bowstring, and instantly pierced the back of the neck of the fleeing man in black with the sound of breaking the air.

The bowstring continued with another arrow to shoot the man in black who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, Zhang Yiyang's crossbows were superb, and Bai Lao was secretly frightened, the corners of his mouth rose, and he looked at the man in black in front of him with appreciation.

Zhang Yiyang said in a deep voice: "Bai Lao, take the little girl to the car! We should be all the way, take her by the way, I'm afraid I'll frighten her." ”

Bai Lao poured a sip of wine and drove the carriage and quickly came to the little girl. Seeing that it was a white-haired old grandfather, the little girl's scheming was not so heavy, and she got into Zhang Yiyang's carriage, when she entered the car and saw Zhang Yiyang, the little girl was frightened, and the tears that had just stopped were about to flow down, and the old white voice said softly: "Don't cry doll! It's this big brother who saved you! Don't be afraid!" Bai Lao's voice seemed to have magic power, and the little girl immediately stopped crying and began to calm down.