Zhang Yan was injured by Gong Zhaoyu, although no blood flowed out, but the weakness of his body had already attracted the arrival of fierce beasts in the mountains. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

An old wolf was whimpering in a low voice, and kept wandering around Zhang Yan with fierce eyes. But evil ghosts are also afraid of wicked people, and Zhang Yan has been killing for many years, and the murderous aura on his body is not easy for it to resist. What's more, the thick-backed knife that had already begun to open its wisdom was still peaceful in Zhang Yan's hands, and the slightest coolness also contained endless killing power. The animal's extraordinary agility made the old wolf smell the danger, and he did not dare to act rashly.

This is not surprising, Zhang Zhan has personally seen Nie Ban, the number one master in the army, who once scared a hungry black bear to death with his murderous aura alone.

The old wolf finally chose to retreat and left cautiously.

Zhang Yan let out a sigh of relief, in fact, he was about to lose his sharpness by this beast. Fortunately, if it was a pack of wolves, I would definitely not be able to parry.

At the same time, Zhang Chuan heard the footsteps of people.

There were three people coming, and one of them was supposed to be a young woman.

Zhang Yan never knew that with his ear, he could actually distinguish between men and women. After thinking about it for a while, I felt that I should have benefited from the magical and mysterious journey that Xiao Po gave him before he died.

Since the three of them dared to hunt down Gong Zhaoyu, and when Zhang Zhan saw Gong Zhaoyu for the first time, it was obvious that she was regulating her luck, perhaps because she was exhausted, or because she was injured. And with Gong Zhaoyu, he can only choose to avoid and not fight when he is chased and killed by these three people, so these three people's martial arts must be very strong. So when they saw Zhang Remnant lying on the ground dying, the three of them had no surprise.

The look in a person's eyes is wonderful, for example, sometimes when you subconsciously look at someone, maybe you will find that person is looking at you. This is due to the fact that there is an invisible bioelectricity in the human eye, which is easy to detect by people with keen sensitivity. Ordinary people are still like this, let alone people who have achieved martial arts.

Zhang Yan didn't even have the strength to turn his head at this moment, but he could still clearly sense these three beams of gaze and was watching him.

One of them sighed: "It is always easy for those who do evil to escape the pursuit of those who do good." Because one has no scruples, and the other can only stick to the rules. If I don't save him when I see death, Gong Zhaoyu's wishful thinking will be difficult to start. ”

A gentle voice said, "Uncle is reasonable. But our goal is to eradicate the evil of this female demon forever, and hope that no one will be poisoned by her from now on. In that case, how can we ignore the bad karma she has created? ”

The person who was called an uncle by the woman laughed and said, "Then, this kid deserves to continue to exist in the ruthless world." ”

These three people obviously just came here, but they seemed to have a clear understanding of what happened between Gong Zhaoyu and Zhang Yan just now.

After the man finished speaking, he also walked to Zhang Ran's side, looked down at Zhang Ran, and said with a smile: "Little brother is dying on the front line now, but it's best to survive." Otherwise, if you let the old man know that what he has done is useless, he may be angry with you because he has lost the enemy's clues, and he will chop you up and feed you to the dog in anger. ”

What caught Zhang's eyes was a Confucian who looked like a young man.

He was not born good-looking, and his appearance was not good-looking. The eyebrows are of different lengths, and the eyes are obviously large and small. Under the nose fat, the lips are thick. However, there is a tepid idleness on the body, giving people an elegant and full of economic feeling. If it weren't for Zhang Can's preconceived notions, knowing that he was a master with stunts, and meeting him in the bustle of the crowd, Zhang Zan's would definitely think that he was a private school teacher who taught and solved doubts.

However, the palace of the country and the city is as holy as a fairy descending into the world, but it is a change of color. And the ugly-looking "old man" is annoying to look at, but he has an old-fashioned and warm heart.

What is the intention of God in giving people different appearances, just to make it easier to distinguish between you, me and him?

After listening to his words, Zhang Yan could only smile bitterly: "Is it a tiger? ”

The man laughed and said funny. Then he said affirmatively: "Well, it's not Gong Zhaoyu's comrade, but an unlucky innocent person who happened to meet him." ”

Only then did Zhang Zhan know that the original person was testing himself with words, but he didn't know how he could make this inference with certainty based on his simple words.

The man seemed to see Zhang's doubts, but he didn't intend to explain. Holding up Zhang Yan with one palm, he said tepidly: "Little brother can prepare for the challenge of survival." ”

A trace of pure internal force immediately probed into Zhang Remnant's meridians, and the strength was not large, because Zhang Remnant's meridians were at a critical point of collapse. If it comes up, it will be the impact of the big river, and Zhang Yan will inevitably die.

Zhang Zhan also knew at this time that Gong Zhaoyu had not broken his meridians. When I think of this, I can't help but feel ridiculous about the previous gains and losses. If the meridians were all broken, how could he have lived until now? Zhang Zhan never felt that he was the darling of God, so he would not be favored by God, so Zhang Zhan cherished his life very much.

From ancient times to the present, such as drunk driving. If you are too self-conscious and always think that you can live a hundred years and joke with life, then it depends on how much death tolerates you.

This is the end of the emotion of making up the number of words.

As the internal force continued to pour in, this person sighed lightly and praised: "What adventures does little brother have, the meridians are so tenacious!"

Just now, Gong Zhaoyu also said that the tenacity of Zhang's meridians is rare in the world. Hearing similar language again, Zhang Yan thought for a while, and then guessed the approximate possibility.

Since he already knew that three years ago, it was Tailaizi who received it on his behalf with Li Dai's Taozhuang technique, so he was only injured in the dantian, and his cultivation was not completely abolished. However, Zhang Remnant Dantian was injured, and his internal force had nowhere to live, and he had been "unable to find it", so it was expected that he was hiding in the meridians around his body, accumulating thick and thin. And unconsciously, he is also constantly refining Zhang Yan's meridians.

However, true qi cannot be gathered in the dantian, it is impossible to grow endlessly, and it is impossible to grow. Just as all streams do not return to their roots, the rivers of the sea will inevitably dry up. If Zhang Wantian can't make changes in the future, one day his true qi will be exhausted and he will die of exhaustion.

However, Zhang Zhan did not know what day the disaster would come, today or tomorrow?

When I thought about it, there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and people have good and bad luck, so I am relieved a lot.

The man smiled and said, "When is it, the little brother still holds his breath and concentrates on breathing, thinking about something! If this happens, the old man can let go!"

Pranayama is the most taboo and impetuous, after Zhang Yan listened, he immediately drove away the distracting thoughts in his heart, and after a while, he successfully settled down.

Suddenly, Zhang Zhan seemed to be back to a few days ago, when he helped him reminisce about that magical and mysterious journey. Zhang Zhan glanced back at an ugly man who was using his luck to heal his other self, he was not surprised or happy, and slowly rippled with the wind, drifting with the waves, and once again came to the high altitude where no one had ever been.

This time, Zhang Yan faced the fiery sun. And on closer inspection, it turns out that the sun is actually a big fireball that is constantly burning. But the strange thing is that without combustibles to help burn, how can it never stop spewing out a series of blazing flames that are thousands of feet high?

Zhang thought hard and still to no avail, but a thought suddenly sprouted in his heart: when he can figure out the source of the sun's power, maybe he will be able to break the silent scripture burning trick and avenge Xiao Po.