After Qi Yan was thrown down by the Luan Bird, he jumped straight to his feet angrily, and tried a few more times, and every time he wanted to touch the Luan Bird, the Luan Bird would dissipate, and then hover at a higher place.

Am I so unkind to the birds? He stood below and looked at the sky angrily, wishing that he could catch the bird and roast it for drinking.

Su Yunyao and Xiao Shami didn't know where they were going, he couldn't leave, he was in a hurry and the ground was spinning, but he couldn't do anything about these birds.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

When the group of demon beasts ran by again, Qi Yan suddenly had a bold idea, those Luan Birds would not pick him up at all, these tall and ugly demon beasts were, right?

"Why is there such a differential treatment, he doesn't say how handsome he is, but how can he also be a promising young man with a talent!" Qi Yan looked at the demon beast running in front of him expressionlessly, and said indignantly in his heart.

"Whoosh!" he jumped onto the back of the fast-running monster.

When I sat on it, I realized that although it was like the substance, people looked at it as a phantom, which was really strange, and illusory things could also be used by people to ride.

The demon beasts rumbled forward, and the large dust raised obscured his vision, and he couldn't see what was in front of him, but he didn't stop running for a long time, and he was a little excited and confused in his heart, not knowing where to take him.

With a "bang", Qi Yan was thrown to the ground, and he sat up to see that there was no shadow of the demon beast group around him, but at this time he was in a medicine field full of elixir.

Not surprisingly, after these elixirs were touched by his hand, they disappeared again, and then regrown, so he simply ignored them, and a thatched house could be seen in the distance ahead.

After hesitating, he decided to go, he didn't know if there would be people living here all year round in the secret realm, but this weight was really weird, maybe the thatched hut could find the answer.

"Knock! knock!"

Qi Yan, who hadn't approached yet, heard a dull sound from a distance, and now he was even more curious, could it be that someone really lives here?

Walking over with a head full of question marks, there was no one in front of the small thatched house, and there was only a small jar of dark green medicine mortar in the open space in front of the window, and a medicine pestle more than two feet long and the thickness of a baby's arm was licking it up and down.

I walked around the medicine mortar a few times and didn't find a trace of the breath left by people, so how did this medicine pestle make its own medicine, it was really weird.

The door of the low thatched hut was half-open, and it seemed that the sunlight could not shine inside, it looked dull, and it was dark and gloomy, and it was not clear to see the situation inside.

Anyway, he had already come this far, and it didn't hurt to go in and take a look, and he stomped his feet, and there was an echo with a few bangs, as if it had emboldened him, and pushed open the half-open door.

With a "squeak", the wooden door opened, and a smell of dust rolled up with the open door.

It seems that there is a hole in the thatched hut that seems to be simple and narrow, looking forward it seems to be a distance of more than ten zhang long, and the width is also three or four zhang, the most peculiar thing is that after entering the house, the sound of the medicine outside can not be heard.

Passing through the open door, he clearly saw that the medicine pestle was still licking down, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Qi Yanyoujie's nervous forehead, and he cleared his throat and tiptoed forward.

The only sound of his own footsteps in the huge room, gently tapping on the eardrums one by one, makes you feel a little depressed and frightened for no reason, like the quiet despair of volcanic hell.

There was a handle hanging on the wall on both sides of the room, all of which exuded some soft and simple light, which seemed to be old, and there were even some jade slips scattered on the ground, Qi Yan only looked at it, and did not think of taking it for himself.

The situation is unknown, and the weird thatched hut is really a thief but not a thief.

After walking forward for a while, a dark corridor appeared, as if leading to another place, Qi Yan was like a thief, and he looked left and right alertly before entering the corridor.

It seems to be a long and narrow corridor, but it doesn't take a few steps to reach the end, and there is a closed door at the end, and the wood-colored door panel is carved with lifelike figures, each of which is stepping on auspicious clouds or stepping on beasts.

The rough lines seem to be carved by a sharp blade, but the clear eyebrows and eyes are particularly delicate, and there are more than a dozen characters.

Was it the power of those founding sects who joined forces to create Wanzhongguan? What is in this closed door?

Qi Yan, who was standing outside the door, was beating faster, and he could only hear the sound of his heartbeat in his ears, and the moment he raised his hand to knock on the door, he didn't know whether he hoped that there was someone inside or no one.

"Bell, bell!"

The rhythmic knock on the door overpowered his heartbeat, holding his breath, his eyes were firmly fixed on the door panel, but the palm of his hand was condensed with aura, in case there was any unexpected situation to deal with.

He also knew that the condensed aura was just a psychological comfort for himself, if something really happened here, then he could only admit it today, and so far he didn't understand how to break this heavy barrier.

A cool breeze blew on his face, and the one in front of Qi Yan opened, and there was no sound of old decay at all.

"Ahh

After running a few steps, he found that he hadn't taken a single step at all, and was still standing still, while the people in the room were still staring at him.

After taking a few breaths, he half-bowed his head and greeted, "Hello, old man!"

I was really scared to death just now, I thought that there might be no one here, and I was ready, but I didn't expect that as soon as the door opened, an old man inside stared at him with white eyes, and his expression was not very good.

It's really scared that the little heart is fluttering, when Qi Yan lowered his head, he was a little closer to the old man, and he could feel the slow flow of aura on the old man's body, this should be a living one, right?

"I'm not an old man. ”

A voice that could not be heard of his age rang from all directions like a bell, but the old man in front of him did not open his mouth.

After hearing the voice, Qi Yan did not refute, but gradually approached the old man, he now suspected that the old man was blind, and when his face was about to touch the old man's face, the old man's eyes full of white eyes rolled up.

The two black eyes were tightly focused on the corner of the eye at the bridge of his nose, but his eyes were aimed at Qi Yan, which came down too suddenly, so frightened that he sat on the ground, but the doubts in his heart were even greater.

Although the old man has aura fluctuations in his body, his current snort is indeed completely gone, so is he alive or is it also an illusion?