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In other words, after three days, Yang Yan could enter the mountain gate of the Shura Dao. At that time, it will be the most tense moment, and the six-month precipitation time has completely returned to Yang Yan's momentum, and he has completely returned to the ordinary.

Presumably, the disciples of the Shura Dao would not be able to see it, even if the elder stood in front of Yang Yan, as long as Yang Yan pretended to be similar enough and did not let the other party suspect him, then he would definitely not be recognized.

But the formation is different! The formation relies on the power of heaven and earth, and it cannot be guessed. There is a difference between the two! One is a man and man fight, and the other is man and heaven fight.

Without a doubt, fighting with the sky is the most dangerous and more fun!

After the grain was cut, it was piled up in the ground. Waiting for tomorrow to be pulled away by ox carts, they will be transported together to the common threshing floor of the village, and then someone will naturally be responsible for threshing.

The village does not raise idlers, and of course there is no special place for women!

A day's labor passed like this, and Yang Yan went step by step, without showing a trace of abnormality. Cutting grain is still the fastest and best, and it is also the most capable. Others can only carry one hug of grain at a time, but Yang Yan is holding one hand at a time, and he seems to be at ease.

This physique, which was stronger than an animal, suddenly aroused the envy of a large number of people.

If I had the strength, what would I do raising cattle!

The old village chief sat under the old tree on the edge of the ground, with a straw hat beside him, and drank boiled water slowly. He was too old to work in the fields. But I still like to watch the young men work on the edge of the field, in his words, seeing the young people so energetic, it is like going back to the time when I was young, and I was sweating and working in the field!

After packing up a big hug of grain, Yang Yan wiped his sweat with his coarse cloth sleeves, strode to the old village chief, and sat down beside the village chief. The old tree did not hesitate to cover Yang Yan with shade and block the poisonous day.

"Oh yes, this sun is really poisonous! it's almost going to roast me into a salted fish!" Yang Yan complained with his eyes closed.

The old village chief looked at Yang Yan with a smile and said, "Young people, don't be bitter, this day is still long!"

Yang Yan didn't answer, and was a little sleepy in the shade of the tree, so he grabbed the straw hat placed next to the village and put it on his face, and after a while, the snoring sounded.

"The young man's days are still long!" said the old village chief, grinning as he drank the water from the barnacle.

"But my days are short......

At night, the moon rises quickly. The temperature has finally cooled down, at least the air is not so hot. The clouds that had once disappeared from the sun's rays also gathered.

Back at home, without cooking, Yang Yan lay on the bed, his eyes glued to the roof. His mind was constantly thinking about how he could ignore the obstacles of the formation in the Shura Dao and be able to shuttle at will.

If you don't borrow the magic weapon, with Yang Yan's current ability, you really can't do it.

If you want to steal the battle trick, you must enter the Scripture Pavilion, and a place like the Scripture Pavilion must be guarded by a heavy array. In addition, there will definitely be a lot of disciples patrolling, and there will even be one or two powerhouses stationed in the Ascending Realm, otherwise how can they be worthy of the title of a heavy land?

This difficulty is in front of us, like a bottomless pit, and under it stands sharp iron thorns, mercilessly piercing the body of the strayer.

If you go to the system for help, there should be a way. But Yang Yan wanted to solve it on his own. If you can't even handle a small cultivation world, how can you break into the immortal realm? What can you do to snatch Ahri back?

Shura Dao, one of the four holy places.

The disciples in the sect are war-hungry, all of them are madmen who don't want to die, and if they meet an opponent, they will pounce on them like wolves that smell blood.

They are not afraid of death, and they all cultivate a strange combat technique, once they use it, they can instantly burst out with super combat power three times their own.

The stronger the body, the more time it can last!

......

Information was swirling in Yang Yan's mind, and this was all the information that Yang Yan had collected during this time. A lot of money was paid for these things.

But it's worth it!

Although this information is not a top secret, it is not something that anyone can know! Being able to get this is enough for Yang Yan.

In order to find a method that could instantly increase the explosive power of the physical body, Yang Yan didn't know how much time he had paid, and finally chose this Shura Dao.

After spending so much time waiting, it was impossible for Yang Yan to give up. This battle trick is an excessive exercise, Yang Yan doesn't dare to guarantee that it won't work when he reaches the world where immortals are all over the place in the Earth Immortal Realm, but at least, for the current Yang Yan, there is still a big gap from the immortals. This trick is enough.

For the next day, Yang Yan and the men in the village harvested the grain in the field in an orderly manner. They all sped up their speed, trying to solve it within a day, otherwise they wouldn't know when they would be able to come back after entering the Shura Dao.

If it takes ten days and half a month, and then catches up with a rain, the dealer in the field will be finished!

It's all going to rot in the ground!

Until late at night, with everyone's tireless efforts, coupled with Yang Yan's almost unlimited physical strength, the millet was quickly harvested. All were transported to the threshing floor.

Yang Yan alone, at least ten people plus five cows!

The village chief hurriedly said: "Everyone go and rest! Maintain your spirits, otherwise you won't be able to go up the holy mountain! Tomorrow morning when the rooster crows, gather in the open space east of the village!"

didn't have time to ask more, Yang Yan was driven back to his house by the old village chief, and after resting for a few hours, the sky was slightly bright, and the moment that Yang Yan had been waiting for finally came!

According to the agreed time, Yang Yan came to the open space in the east of the village. There are already quite a few people gathered here. It seems to be very emotional, very excited.

"Haha, it's been almost a year, and the immortals have finally summoned us to repair the Holy Land again!"

"Yes, I've been looking forward to it for a long time, and I've heard that staying in the Holy Land for ten days can double my physical fitness!

"I've been there for the third time!

"Ahh......h

"It would be nice if I could be favored by the Holy Land, and I could live there for the rest of my life......"

All kinds of whispers filled the clearing, but without exception, they were all longing for the holy land of Shura.

The village chief stood in the crowd with a smile, and from time to time whispered comfort to a few older boys who looked a little nervous.

After waiting for a full quarter of an hour, the voices of the crowd fell silent. Yang Yan was a little surprised, and he didn't know what was going on. However, at this time, he can't use his divine sense, otherwise he may be discovered.

However, after five minutes, Yang Yan knew why they were quiet. Because a rainbow light fell from the sky, it turned out to be a monk who specialized in cultivating the flesh, and jumped down from many places, and smashed a large pit more than four meters deep on the ground, and for a time the earth and rocks splashed, and the earth shook.

These villagers seemed to have experience and knew when the other party was coming, so they were quiet just now.

It seems that this holy land Shura Dao is still a very punctual sect.

Yang Yan looked into the pit, but saw a big fat man who was full of one meter eight walking out. A fat hand the size of a fan slapped the fiery red clothes, and bursts of dust rose from them. A small muttering sound faintly came from the dust.

"Mother, this place is too dusty, and it is not as comfortable to land as in the sect!"

The corners of Yang Yan's mouth twitched.

No wonder you have to summon people to go up the mountain to repair the ground or something, if this Shura Dao disciples are playing like this, I'm afraid that the entire sect will be destroyed in a month, right?

Are you Shura Dao or Gopher Gate!

Just like to smash holes in the ground?

"Are you all here? Now I can go back and catch breakfast!"

The monk's face was full of red light, and he looked a little fat, and it was hard to imagine that this was a disciple of the Holy Land. It's even more unimaginable that this is actually a disciple of the Shura Dao!

What about being war-loving?

No matter how you look at it, it's a harmless fat man!

"Immortals, all the men in our village who can still move their legs are here, ready to set off at any time. The village chief bent over and said in a proper manner.

"Very well, let's go now!" the fat monk said with a smile, and at the same time, he casually threw out a magic weapon the size of a palm-sized boat. The storm swelled, and the time of a few breaths turned into a large boat that could carry dozens of people.

It seems that it should be a magic weapon for carrying these ordinary people up the mountain!

"Buy a ticket to board the ship, ahhh

So a group of men who couldn't wait lined up and got on the boat. There were only about seventy men in the village, and only fifty or so were able to work.

The ship can carry a hundred people, so it looks very spacious.

Although the style is somewhat rudimentary. There wasn't even a room to sleep in, let alone chairs and tables!

It's not so much a boat as a piece of wood with a groove dug in the middle. Humble don't don't want it.

"Are you all ready, very well, take off!" the fat friar chuckled, and then steered the boat into flight.

Whew...

The wind whistled in my ears, and the speed of the ship slowly increased.

The ship was so shabby that it didn't even have anything to keep out the wind!

A group of experienced men gathered together, and the outermost one shielded the innermost from the wind. If you can't stand it, immediately exchange it with the people inside.

Yang Yan was stuffed inside. Looking at the circle outside, the first men to block the wind with their bodies are obviously older. They are physically more mature and strong.

This scene suddenly reminded Yang Yan of the grassland on fire in the article, where the ants used their bodies to block the burning of the fire and create a chance for their companions inside.

This is not a habit or a virtue peculiar to a particular race, but the greatness and beauty of life in the face of threats. The mother in the earthquake, the people.

Both.

Therefore, life is the most fascinating miracle of nature!

"Damn, what are you thinking, come out and help with it!"

When Yang Yan was infinitely emotional, a young man couldn't stand it, and found that Yang Yan was in a daze, and immediately woke him up.

The cold wind had already turned the poor young man's lips purple.

Yang Yan smiled apologetically, flashed out, and shrouded a group of people with aura.

"Huh, monk?" said the fat monk, who had been smiling and looking at this side, in surprise.