"Xiao Yan'er, I'll refine the dragon blood for you later, and assist you in your cultivation!"

Washing his body, Yang Jian smiled slightly and stroked the top of Wen Yan's head.

"Master, get dressed! ”

Wen Yan pursed his lips, held Yang Qian's purple electric sword, and quietly sat on the treetops with Yang Qian.

The breeze blew through the treetops and Yang Qian's body, and he really felt a little cold after he had just finished cleaning.

"Hmm!"

didn't tease Wen Yan anymore, Yang Jian quickly put on a white dress and shrugged his shoulders.

Raising his head and looking at the blue sky, Yang Jian felt a little uncomfortable.

This discomfort comes from a feeling of being watched.

As a purple gold divine dragon, Yang Qian's perception ability is still very strong, so now it is strange why he feels this way.

"Xiao Yan'er, release sound waves and see if someone is watching us!"

Yang Jian said a word to Wen Yan seriously, while paying attention to the surrounding environment.

"Hmm!"

Fumihiko nodded, emitted sound waves, and carefully probed the surroundings.

It's just that it was in vain, and she didn't feel anything.

All the animals around were scared away by the Voldemort Dragon, so now there was a dead silence within a radius of five miles.

"Master, no, maybe I'm feeling wrong, I'm trying!"

Wen Yan pursed his lips and frowned.

"No need!"

Yang Jian took a deep breath and smiled slightly.

"Maybe I'm wrong. Even if someone is peeking at us, it's fine! You can't feel it, it proves that he is very high, but he didn't attack us, it proves that there is no malice!"

Yang Jian waved his hand, signaling that Wen Yan didn't need to release the sound waves anymore.

"To be honest, but with my strength, I really can't kill this Voldemort Demon Dragon, even if I win, I have to use my supernatural powers or "Qimen Dunjia". ”

Taking over the purple electric sword in Wen Yan's hand, Yang Jian held Wen Yan's little hand and jumped off the treetops with Wen Yan.

Because, after the battle just now, Yang Qian's dragon qi flow has not subsided, so it is not easy to control himself to stand on the treetops again.

After all, his light body kung fu is not yet at home, and he can't fly in the sky like Wen Yan.

"Master, it's a bit ......"

Wen Yan had never seen such a bloody scene, and after hearing the blood in the air, his chest churned a little.

Moreover, she is also a little nauseous now, very uncomfortable.

However, Yang Jian is fine.

He grew up in the East China Sea Dragon Palace since he was a child, and he often secretly ran out of the East China Sea Dragon Palace to hunt, and he had seen many more bloody scenes than Wen Yan.

"Well, here's for you!"

Yang Jian has also experienced this kind of first time, so he knows the current state of Wen Yan.

He took out a triangular white satin from the Heaven-Swallowing Jade Pure Bottle and tied it to his cheek for Wen Yan.

"This is mint camphor satin, you won't smell too much blood with it, let's get used to it later!"

Yang Jian gently picked Wen Yan's chin, while Wen Yan looked at Yang Jian shyly.

"Hmm......"

Wen Yan closed his eyes slightly, and his eyes were a little blurred.

"Hehe, you little girl, with a veil and still asking me for a kiss?"

Yang Jian brushed aside his hand and gently pinched Wen Yan's face.

"How can there be, master, you are so bad~"

Wen Yan slapped Yang Yan's hand away, turned around shyly, and put his hands on his face.

Through the veil, Wen Yan himself could feel that his face was very hot.

"Okay, don't make trouble, I'll go refine the essence blood!"

Yang Jian smiled slightly, turned around, and after collecting the purple electric sword, he walked towards the Volcant Demon Dragon.

Then he took out a small dagger from the Heaven Swallowing Jade Pure Bottle, and immediately inserted it into the arm of the Voldemort Demon Dragon.

The Voldemort Dragon is not dead, but it is incapacitated.

Therefore, as soon as Yang Jian stabbed it, it still twitched.

"It's not dead yet, I'll give you a good time! It's still painful to be dismembered directly!"

Although Yang Jian killed, he was kind-hearted, so he walked next to the head of the Voldemort Demon Dragon and directly stabbed the dagger into the Voldemort Demon Dragon's brain.

The next moment, the Voldemort Dragon stopped convulsing.

"Don't blame me. ”

Yang Jian pulled out the dagger, stuck it on the ground, folded his hands, and bowed to the demon dragon.

Although the dragon blood of the Voldemort Demon Dragon is very mottled and can hardly be regarded as a dragon, it also has dragon blood after all.

Therefore, Yang Jian still prayed for it and sighed softly.

However, this scene was seen by a woman in white, this woman, hiding her breath, paid attention to Yang Qian's every move.

After seeing Yang Jian do this, she smiled slightly and nodded lightly.

However, when she saw Wen Yan not far away, she frowned slightly and sighed faintly.

Then the girl in white flew into the air, heading towards the capital of the Sea Country.

Within a few minutes, Yang Jian took out the essence of the Voldemort Demon Dragon and put it in the freezer box prepared in advance.

Afterwards, Yang Jian put a drop of dragon blood that had been extracted, held it with dragon qi, and put it to Wen Yan's mouth.

"Xiao Yan'er, eat it! don't refine it yet, wait until the evening!"

Yang Jian gently tore off the veil for Wen Yan and gently scraped her nose.

"Hmm!"

Wen Yan smiled slightly, grabbed his hair, opened his cherry mouth, and swallowed this drop of essence blood.

"Put this demon core here, you burn the Voldemort Demon Dragon!

Yang Jian waved his hand and ordered Wen Yan to burn the Voldemort Demon Dragon.

In Yang Qian's view, although this matter is an era of the jungle, it is better to treat the enemy and let them return to dust.

After all, not many people are born with a penchant for evil, and even if they are wicked, he has what he wants to protect!

Maybe it's because of the different positions, so there is a distinction between good and evil.

"Gone!"

Glancing at the remnants of the Voldemort Demon Dragon that had been burned to ashes, Yang Jian frowned, took the Voldemort Demon Dragon's stump arm, and walked with Wen Yan to the outside of the dense forest.

In this way, Yang Jian and Wen Yan walked out of the dense forest, and the people of the Huang family had been waiting for them for an hour.

"Oh my day! That's ......"

Seeing the huge demon beast arm that Yang Jian was holding in his hand, the Huang family's guards all widened their eyes!

"Nima, is that the arm of the Voldemort Dragon? ...... just now."

The leader of the Huang family's escort team grew his mouth and was speechless in shock.

And Yang Jian approached without hurry and put the stump on the ground.

"There should be more than a day to go, let's have lunch first!"

Yang Jian took out the Xinting Hou Knife, cut off the forearm of the Voldemort Demon Dragon, and threw it in front of the guards.

"This is for you!"

Yang Jian took a deep breath, slammed the Xinting Hou knife into the Voldemort Demon Dragon's arm, and took Wen Yan's hand and walked to a nearby boulder.

He took out the firewood he had just collected from the spatial ring and motioned for Fumihiko to light a fire to cook.

And everyone in the Huang family was confused, not knowing what to do.

"Listen to Yang Gongzi, you can also cook!"

The voice of the eldest lady of the Huang family came from inside the car and stepped out of the carriage.

"Go chop some firewood and cook!"

The eldest lady of the Huang family stepped out of the carriage and instructed her guards.

These guards are all die-hard loyalists of the Huang family, so they naturally obey the words of the eldest lady.

In this way, everyone in the Huang family and Yang Jian all had a hearty lunch, while Wen Yan did not eat meat. She took out the coconut she had stored, drank coconut water, and ate coconut meat......