All things have air, and breath is impermanent. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Chen Sanlang has become more and more sensitive to breath since he studied the "Haoran Silk Book", and it is different from the traditional monk's "Wangqi Technique", which is clear at a glance, but through contact, so as to show it in the Mud Pill Palace.

Now, the aura contained in this golden body of the land is fully revealed, and it is a vein of dragon qi.

This made Chen Sanlang feel very surprised.

I don't know how many years this golden body has existed, and I don't know if it was cast by the people of Hongjia Village, or if it was obtained by other means? The dragon qi is contained in it, and it is very harmoniously combined with the golden body, and it seems introverted, and it is difficult for people to notice it unless they approach.

In other words, due to the infusion and nourishment of dragon energy, this object has become a special magic weapon.

The dragon qi is domineering, it is a forbidden qi, and it is not easy to be contaminated by leisure. However, Feng Shui is good, and there is a formation layout to deal with it, and it is set down, so that it can be slowly accepted and absorbed. At present, this huge banyan tree itself is vaguely a natural array, which makes the golden body dragon qi leak, and it has been kept warm in the temple.

This vein dragon qi does not originate from the current dynasty, it seems to be very pure, especially rare.

Standing in front of the Land Temple, Chen Sanlang stood quietly with his hands down, thinking about things.

"Still not caught by me?"

In the roar, Hong Tiezhu strode forward, holding a torch in his hand. In the light of the fire, his angry face shone out.

After a full meal tonight, he was quite unhappy, returned home, tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, thought about it, always felt unsteady, crawled up in the middle of the night, went to the land temple, as soon as he entered the root forest, he saw Chen Sanlang standing there, a feeling of being deceived fluttered in his heart, and he was really angry.

"What did you say?"

Chen Sanlang looked back at him.

"Pretending to be crazy and stupid!"

Hong Tiezhu almost jumped up: "You thief!"

As he spoke, he ran quickly to catch Chen Sanlang.

"Be careful!"

Chen Sanlang suddenly screamed, and almost at the same time, the yin wind blew up, and the torch in Hong Tiezhu's hand was extinguished at once. Not only the torches, but also the two small lanterns hanging under the eaves of the temple were scraped over and extinguished. The whole place was gloomy.

This yin wind rose suddenly and fiercely, Rao is Hong Tiezhu was startled by his boldness, but he also reacted quickly, and the long years of wild hunting life made him very adaptable to the darkness, and he didn't think about anything else, and quickly moved to Chen Sanlang's side, and grabbed Chen Sanlang's wrist with one hand.

Chen Sanlang is also a practitioner, listening to the wind and discerning the voice, and throwing his hands to avoid it.

Hong Tiezhu shouted in his mouth: "I still want to escape...... his hands are open like claws, and he vows not to give up until he catches Chen Sanlang.

Chen Sanlang knew that he had misunderstood, but he couldn't explain it in a hurry, so he moved by mistake, and forked his finger on the key point on Hong Tiezhu's chest, which was the "Shocking Wind Finger" of Xu Jun's church back then, which specifically pointed at the Tanzhong acupoint. However, this martial art is quite profound, without deep internal force as a foundation, the success rate is very low, and the number of times it is used is not much.

Poof, Hong Tiezhu was hit by his fingers, although he didn't fall, he also felt a chest tightness and dizziness, and was surprised: I really didn't expect Chen Sanlang Si Swenwen to be so skilled.

Before I came back to my senses, I was cold, I felt enveloped by something, I only felt cold all over my body, and my hands and feet were weak.

"What kind of magic is this?"

His hairs stood on end, and suddenly he thought of the rumor about the turtle pool, saying that whoever eats the fish in the pool will be punished by the gods, is this retribution? But Chen Sanlang also ate the fish, and the fish were all caught by him, so how could it be okay?

For a moment, the brain was messy, mushy, and buzzing.

It was dim and his vision was blocked, but Chen Sanlang's mind clearly reflected the scene that happened to Hong Tiezhu—a gray mist enveloped him and enveloped him densely.

At this time, the upper body? or erosion?

Chen Sanlang didn't think about it, sacrificed the evil spirit, and slashed it with a sword.

Swish!

Like a wave diverging, the fog spreads out and spreads out, and in this dense jungle of roots, it is impossible to distinguish at all.

"Let's go!"

Chen Sanlang grabbed Hong Tiezhu with one hand and dragged him outside.

Behind him, there seemed to be a terrible scream, which hit his ears with a sharp tingling sensation. Chen Sanlang's heart was firm, unaffected, and he didn't look back, just leaving. Soon, it was out of the range of the banyan tree, and the rain was heavier.

At this time, Hong Tiezhu's mind was still a little dazed, dazed, and his eyes couldn't open a little. Fortunately, he can still move around on his own and doesn't have to carry it, otherwise such a burly man, with a weight of nearly two hundred catties, even if Chen Sanlang has practiced, it will be difficult to carry it.

The raindrops fell and hit Hong Tiezhu's face, cold and cold, stimulated by this, he recovered his spirits, but he still couldn't figure out what was going on, his brain was very messy, and he was dragged by Chen Sanlang all the way back to the village.

Chen Sanlang still kept him under the eaves and leaned against Dakui. Da Kui still couldn't wake up.

"Hmph, that fog should belong to the Shade category......"

Chen Sanlang's heart was bright, knowing that Dakui, as well as Ah Wu in the house, and Hong Tiezhu, who suddenly came out, were all confused by the invasion of the yin spirit, so that they fell asleep. But it doesn't seem to have done any harm, it's just sleeping.

Hong Tiezhu didn't fall asleep, and after some tossing, he cheered up a little, struggled to stand up, and muttered in his mouth: "Happened...... What's going on? Where is this?"

Chen Sanlang said casually: "It's okay, you go back to sleep." ”

"Good...... Okay, I'll go home ......."

As he spoke, Hong Tiezhu stepped forward and staggered away, looking like a drunken drunk. Growing up in the village, there is no need to worry about it even if you close your eyes. It can also be seen from this that his spirit is quite firm, and he is not easily lost by temptation.

Chen Sanlang squinted his eyes, and suddenly felt that the things here were getting more and more interesting. Push the door in and start sleeping.

This night, the rain did not fall heavily, it was dripping, never stopped, and it was sprinkled down, and everywhere it was wet and upsetting.

The night passed, the morning dawned, and the morning sun was not visible, and it was still gray and rainy.

"Oops, what's wrong with me?"

Da Kui woke up with a stirring spirit, and looked up: "Why did I fall asleep?" looked left and right, and saw that there was nothing abnormal, so he was slightly relieved: fortunately, the night was safe, otherwise, there would be no way to make a difference.

I felt strange in my heart, he had never happened to him by keeping vigil and sleeping to death, could it be because he was too sleepy, but it didn't make sense......

At the other end of the village, in a stone house, Hong Tiezhu woke up suddenly, he shook his head vigorously, only to feel a faint pain in his head, suddenly, as if he remembered something, he jumped out of bed, took a hunting knife from the wall, opened the door and rushed out.