With smoke curling, Zhang Yan stood up: "Let's go! Only when you are full will you have the strength to hurry." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Wan Yan looked at Zhang Yan suspiciously: "Brother Zhang is too uninteresting to do this! Before leaving last night, I saw Miss Yu'er in the baggage with my own eyes that I filled ten catties of cooked meat. If you know each other, take it out!"

Zhang Yan said a little embarrassedly: "I rushed overnight, and Zhang was all down before I knew it." Speaking of which, Miss's cooking skills have really made great progress. Then he patted the burden: "Now you can find a trace of meat foam, Zhang will knock one for you, and there is no ambiguity." ”

Wan Yan couldn't help but say, "That's three days' rations for the two of us, isn't it?"

Zhang Zanli said confidently: "I am a person who does things and never drags mud and water. Yesterday's things will never be left for today, let alone three days. ”

Wan Yan was speechless for a long time before he said angrily: "The person who often talks about how and how I am must be a person who is incapable but loves to show himself. ”

Zhang Zhan didn't think it was angry, but walked side by side with Wan Yan Injury, and didn't forget to say: "People who practice martial arts need to be able to endure hardships. Zhang is not talented, at least the first four words have been achieved, and the Great Perfection is just around the corner. ”

As he was talking, the two oncoming people made Zhang Yan frown when he saw it.

It was the two brothers Murong Ying and Murong Fei.

Murong Fei's handsome face saw Zhang Yan, his expression was extremely unnatural, obviously thinking of the fiasco that night, and his reputation was lost. And Zhang Yan looked at Murong Ying, which was also extremely unnatural, but it was slightly better than Murong Fei. After all, Murong Ying humiliated Zhang Yan, and he was not in the public, and not many people knew about it. It's like doing something wrong, and if no one else knows about it, it's perfectly as if it never happened.

If no one speaks, just staggered shoulder-to-shoulder, it is really ashamed of the grudge between each other, Murong Ying deliberately looked at the saber carried by Zhang Yan, and smiled: "Brother Zhang is really teachable. ”

Zhang Yan snorted and said, "Brother Murong, does you know that no matter whether Zhang can beat a person or not, he will always take advantage of it verbally before he starts?"

Murong Ying said with a smile: "Brother Zhang's verbal skills have long been heard of, and he is more powerful than the fierce woman standing on the street. ”

Zhang Yan sneered at each other: "Knowing that this is the case, it's not interesting to look for it?" Brother Murong really deserves to be born with a widow's face, and he owes someone to tease. ”

Murong Ying laughed and said, "It's a pity that private fights are not allowed in the camp, and I don't want Brother Pei to be embarrassed." ”

When the two Murong brothers walked away, Zhang Yan's face sank, and when he saw this, he said: "Brother Zhang, don't think about it anymore, it's even more useless to endure him." Because Murong Ying easily does not grudge with others, it is impossible to reconcile with others after grudging, and he will never die. ”

Murong Ying's character was obvious, and Zhang Yan could naturally see that he and he were indeed only one person who could survive, so he just sighed and said, "I don't regret fighting with him, I'm just thinking about how to protect myself under him." He said that I might as well use a sword as a sword, and now that I have picked it up again, I really feel very happy. But when I think that it is under his influence that I have changed and improved, I always feel inexplicably inferior to him. ”

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhan couldn't help but secretly regret that if he had listened to Chuantian's words earlier, he would have abandoned the knife as soon as possible, and there would have been no such psychological barrier.

After sighing again, Zhang Yan said: "If you can't change this psychological baggage, it's better to use a knife against him." ”

Wan Yan smiled and said: "Murong Ying responds to all changes with the same, but Brother Zhang is still in the question of which weapon is more suitable to use, he lost an inch first, and then lost a chip." ”

Zhang said angrily: "That's how you have always talked to your friends?"

Wan Yan still smiled: "It is the enemy who deceives you, and only the enemy will hope that you will never see your shortcomings." ”

Zhang Yan shook his head helplessly: "I could have eaten ten bowls, but now I have no appetite, at most eight bowls." ”

Wan Yan laughed and said, "I really don't have an appetite." ”

Soon, Zhang Yan left all the unhappiness behind. In fact, when he stepped into the territory of the Jin Kingdom, Zhang Zhan knew that he would definitely suffer a lot of suppression and blows. After coming to Beijing for so long, I encountered an annoyance, relatively speaking, it was already very unexpected for Zhang Yan.

Zhang Zhan's appetite has been great recently, just because he has spent too much energy. A few days ago, the demon monk taught the flower fingering method and the one-finger head Zen in the dream of serving the demons, and just now he practiced the phantom sword technique like a fugue too empty. Although there is no physical exhaustion, the mental exhaustion is far less pleasant than the physical exhaustion, and it is far less easy to recover, and the energy supplement required is naturally greater.

Suddenly, Zhang Yan stopped and looked up at the mountains in the distance.

Zhang Zhan couldn't see anything, but he knew that on the distant mountain, there was a person who was setting his eyes on his body and his arms. I don't know if it's an illusion or a real thing, Zhang Yan seems to feel that the bottle of true dragon blood in his arms has a faint temperature, and it seems to have suddenly come to life and have signs of life.

Zhang Yan subconsciously thought of the most bizarre and secretive sect in Bi Yinyao's mouth, which was coming to find the blood of the true dragon.

It's not just the people of this sect who are looking for the true dragon's blood, in fact, the true dragon's blood is also waiting, calling for them. Because it's only in their hands that it can be used to its fullest potential.

Zhao Changfeng once said that Gong Zhaoyu didn't know what secret method was used, blocking people's induction of the true dragon's blood. Obviously, Gong Zhaoyu's methods can't hide from the people on the mountain in the distance.

Among the three thousand military horses, he could see at a glance that the blood of the true dragon was on his body.

Then, a touch of cold coldness slowly moved from Zhang Remnant's lower abdomen to Zhang Remnant's cheeks.

Zhang Yan still couldn't see it, but he knew that his eyes were on him.

After being so far away, Zhang Yan still sensed that the man's gaze was full of coldness, without any life, like a living dead, cold and without temperature.

"Brother Zhang?"

It wasn't until that glance left that Zhang Yan turned his head to look at Wan Yan Injury.

Looking at Yan Yan's surprised eyes, Zhang Yan thought for a while and said, "How about Zhang give you a gift?"

Wan Yan was even more surprised: "What kind of song is this?"

Those people only came for the blood of the true dragon, if they changed hands and gave it to Wan Yan Injury, they would definitely not look for trouble for themselves, but would instead focus on Wan Yan Injury, then they would have escaped the catastrophe lightly.

Looking at Wan Yan's strange eyes, Zhang Yan suddenly laughed and said, "It's a pure joke, don't take it seriously, Brother Wan Yan." ”

Wan Yan still looked at Zhang Yan strangely, shook his head and said, "Brother Zhang just had a scared expression of impending disaster, why deceive people?"

Without waiting for Zhang Remnant to speak, he said with a sad face: "What's the trouble, Brother Zhang, please don't see outside." ”

Zhang Yan didn't deny it anymore, but looked at Wan Yan's firm eyes, but he was very ashamed in his heart. He didn't know anything about it, and if he really gave him this thing, he would be caught off guard, and with his martial arts, he might also die. A trace of warmth arose in Zhang Yan's heart, and nodded heavily: "Definitely!"

The blood of the true dragon was delivered by Gong Zhaoyu, and listening to Bu Jing's words, many of Gong Zhaoyu's actions were ordered to pass on to the sky. Zhang Yan is really a little suspicious now, with his ability, how could he not know that the blood of the true dragon will bring endless disasters to him?

Is he helping himself, or does he have an ulterior motive?