Qi Yan turned a deaf ear to the ridicule in his ears, and was still laughing, this kind of mood is not experienced by others, after laughing enough, he wiped the water in the corner of his eyes, and he looked at the sticky mass in his hand and was stunned.

The viscous mass was grayish-white, but he still recognized it by the faint cold fragrance that it was the flower he had accidentally found under the swamp before, the flower had long been crumbled into a ball, and the soft light was gone.

By mistake, he stumbled into the swamp and healed two lizard crocodile cubs, and now the lizard crocodile has saved him again, but the spirit that healed his eyes is still this unknown flower, I really don't know if all this is just a coincidence or if the lizard crocodile will know it!

"The stupid one, hey, talking about you!"

The voice that was unwilling to be ignored once again sneered, and Qi Yan, who was in a ruined mood, shrugged his eyebrows, lowered his head and pressed a small beetle that slipped away at his feet, and scolded with a smile: "Yo! Who should I be, isn't this the little son of the old Xia family, why did you run here and scream!"

"Who's whoever, who's whoever! Hey, where are you looking? Really blind or falsely blind!"

The flying voice got closer and closer, and a hand was about to touch Qi Yan's shoulder.

Qi Yan was in a half-squatting posture, swished forward, stood still outside the three zhang, and the moment he turned around, his face was already as cold as frost, and a sense of anger in his heart was gradually rising.

He didn't like the smell of this person who didn't have a bad mouth, there was a dark and rotten smell in it, and there was a hint of blood, probably not a famous person!

As soon as this idea came out, Qi Yan was shocked by his own thoughts, when did he start to judge people by his appearance, and became the same as those who he looked down on, and who had always sneered at others with their self-proclaimed famous and decent monks?

No, it's not him, he never labels himself for things he doesn't understand or people he doesn't understand, he always thinks that don't comment on what he doesn't understand, when did he become the person he hates the most?

Is he still him? Who else lives in his body?

Suddenly, he had a bold idea, could it be that the soul of the original body was still left in this body, or was it the red flame that smashed into the back of his heart?

Qi Yan raised his palm, and the palm of his left hand was engraved with a three-mountain flame, one tall and two short, the red color looked very dazzling, but it was also very quiet.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Qi Yan, who was in a trance, clenched his palms and kept admonishing himself in his heart, "Be back to the original you, be your favorite self!"

Perhaps it was the constant psychological suggestion that worked, the anger all over his body dissipated, and after the urge to kill was pressed, he raised his head, his bright eyes returned to their former brilliance, and met a pair of eyes with some curiosity and worry.

"Thank you for this little brother's concern, well, I was just a little uncomfortable just now, but after listening to the little brother's words, I was even more uncomfortable!" Qi Yan had a pair of cold eyes, but there was a slight smile on his face, and he said that his eyes were the most deceiving, and he still had some eyes for looking at people.

Hearing this, the little monk who was a head shorter than him in front of Qi Yan was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned red, his two hands danced a few times at a loss, scratched his ears and cheeks, and said: "Hey, brother, don't go to your heart, I'm like this, I speak straight, and my words are not good, but my heart is red!"

After saying that, he was afraid that Qi Yan would not believe it, and slapped his hand on his chest a few times.

"Okay, okay, I believe it!" Qi Yan raised his eyebrows, and waved his hand helplessly, the small body of the person in front of him was really afraid that it would break if he slapped it a few more times.

Qi Yan carefully looked at the young man in front of him, the more he looked at the strange feeling, the more he looked at it, the greater the strange feeling, after looking at it for a while, he finally knew what this strange feeling was, the young man's emaciated body and the head on the erect neck were obviously disproportionate, and even a little out of balance, and then looked closely at the palm that had not been taken off the chest and the arm that was exposed from the sleeve, and the green blood flowing could be seen under the slender arm.

"You, you're not human!" Qi Yan, who was staring at the young man's eyes, said with certainty.

After the young man heard Qi Yan's words, he became panicked, and his eyes turned left and right, and then the whole person retreated a few feet away, "What, brother doesn't scold people like this! Who is not human!"

After speaking, without waiting for Qi Yan to react, he ran away, and while running, he could see the two hands that had turned into big knives waving helplessly.

"Heh!" Qi Yan laughed a little, he just said that he was not a human, and he didn't say what kind of demon beast he was phanturized by, and the young man was scared away, but the demon cultivator who can conjure into human form to participate in the secret realm of Wanzhong Mountain cannot be underestimated, or the person or demon beast behind him cannot be underestimated.

He hadn't met such an interesting person for a long time, especially if it was a demon beast, he was very curious about what kind of demon beast it was, and he couldn't communicate with it in depth, Qi Yan felt a little sorry.

Standing in place and sighing for a while, Qi Yan slowly paced forward in all directions, seemingly leisurely, but in fact carefully exploring this sandy land with almost no grass.

Large swaths of yellow-brown sandy land looked lifeless, and even the green vegetation was pitiful, except for a few stray sedges standing tenaciously on the sand and rocks, and a few monks who had gone far ahead were scattered in different directions.

Based on his current experience, this important level should not be as calm as it seems, and there are no demon beasts secretly eyeing it, ready to wait for the opportunity to move.

Thinking of this, Qi Yan glanced back again, everyone was traveling far ahead, but the monk whose identity was revealed by him went the opposite way, not only was the person weird, but the behavior was even more weird.

Qi Yan jumped up, flew into the air and overlooked this side of the world, but the scene in front of him made him very puzzled, standing on the ground and looking up to see the clear blue sky, deep in the sky, but found that there was still yellow sand in front of him, and there was the sound of hunting in the yellow sand.

The idea of wanting to see the whole picture was stifled, and after Qi Yan fell to the ground, he ran his aura to his legs, and suddenly there was a wind under his feet, and a gust of yellow sand rolled up a small whirlwind, and the whole person flew into the distance like an arrow from a string.

When he actually walked, Qi Yan found that no matter how much he sped up, he couldn't catch up with the figures in the distance in front of him, and it seemed that those people were obviously walking very slowly.

He could even see a small scorpion on the hem of the yellow-shirted monk in the middle, and even if the shouts were ignored, why could he not catch up?

Isn't it true that those people have some good magic weapons, or have cultivated some kind of superior secret method that shrinks the ground into inches? No, this kind of magic is practiced by every monk, just like the flight of imperial weapons, it is very common, but the monks in the Qi refining period can't do this.

Except for the little monk who ran away, several monks in front of him were also very strange, and Qi Yan, who was still confused after pondering for a while, fell far behind and walked forward.

He wanted to catch up and take a look, which sect and sect these monks were, they were all in the Qi refining period, and their cultivation was far above him, I am afraid that even Lu Yuqi with a single spiritual root would not be able to do it!