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Feng Yang just watched casually in the valley, but he didn't buy anything, and he didn't seem to be going to buy anything. So many stall owners were impatient to drive him away, but Feng Yang didn't care, but turned around and left very casually.

Feng Yang is not wandering aimlessly in the valley, but looking for inner guidance and purposeful viewing.

After some wandering, Feng Yang found that the types of items that made his heart throb were very mixed, including the fur, bones, blood, and fragments of magic weapons of demon beasts.

Feng Yang looked at it, there were too many things that made his heart throb, and the spar in his hand could buy a tenth of the things at most.

Feng Yang suddenly thought that there were some demon beast materials in his hands that had not been processed, could it also cause his heart to throb?

Feng Yang was very happy, it seemed that what he guessed was right, there was indeed something in his storage bag that made his heart throb.

After being confirmed, Feng Yang didn't want to stay here any longer. Instead, he turned and walked towards the entrance. Feng Yang's performance was seen by many people with a heart, and in the eyes of people with a clear eye, Feng Yang was just a small person, and it was impossible for a loose cultivator like him to have any money. So no one paid attention to it, and he naturally withdrew from the market.

Along the previous mountain road, Feng Yang quickly returned to the camp of the camp. After coming to the camp, Feng Yang did not rush back to his tent, but came to Li Ying'er and their tent.

Feng Yang was a little prepared, he didn't know if the two girls had come back, and he didn't know how to speak. He stood in front of the tent of the two women for a moment, he heard the voices of the two women, and finally Feng Yang sighed and walked towards his tent.

Feng Yang didn't know how to face the two girls, he was afraid that the secret of his body would be exposed, and it would bring danger to the lives of the two girls. But he was afraid that the two girls would think too much, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

After Feng Yang just left, the curtain door of the tent was quietly opened, and a head turned out of it, looking at the back of Feng Yang quietly leaving.

"Yue'er, is it Big Brother Feng?" A gentle voice came from the tent, it was Li Ying'er's voice.

She retreated into the tent, her eyes glinting with confusion. I saw her nod lightly and asked softly, "Sister Ying'er, what did you say happened to Brother Feng? Why do I feel like he is ignoring us?"

Faced with Taiyue's question, Li Ying'er just shook her head and sighed softly, but didn't say anything. In fact, the confusion in Li Ying'er's heart is not necessarily less than that of Taiyue, but she didn't show it.

As soon as she thought of the Tianyuan Secret Realm, Li Ying'er felt irritable for a while, and always felt that something not very good would happen.

On the other side, Feng Yang did not return to the tent, but quietly walked away from the edge of the camp. His figure grew farther and farther away, towards the depths of the forest.

The wind lifted its feet on the thick dead branches and fallen leaves, and there was a slight sound under his feet. After leaving the wide area of the camp, the light quickly dimmed.

A 'click' sound of a dead branch breaking came from underfoot, and there were other subtle sounds mixed in with this sound. A vague slender black shadow swept from the tree beside Feng Yang, and the inverted black shadow was about to reach Feng Yang's neck.

Suddenly, Feng Yang stopped, but he didn't see any other movements. It's too late, it's too fast, and when I see an unknown black shadow, I'm about to make intimate contact with the soft neck of the wind. A jet-black figure burst out from the wide sleeve robe of Feng Yang's right hand, leaving a jet-black afterimage in the air, with a piercing sound of breaking the air.

Seeing that the black shadow was only a few inches away from Feng Yang's neck, it suddenly stopped like a sudden brake, and the front end was as straight as a steel bar. At this time, it can be clearly seen that this slender black shadow itself is a snake.

The snake is a dark gray color, similar to the color of the bark. If you don't look closely, you can't see the difference between the two, no wonder Feng Yang didn't notice its existence in advance. The head of this snake is very strange, but the head of the snake is very long, but the sides are angular, and there is a faint ghostly light flashing from time to time.

It can be seen that under high-speed movement, not to mention the toxins in its body, it can easily penetrate people's necks by relying on the snake's head.

Fortunately, Feng Yang had already warned in his heart and was prepared for it. Otherwise, under its sudden attack, Feng Yang could really be buried here in a hurry.

The front half of the snake's body swayed wildly, and Feng Yang's right hand was thrown out suddenly. There was a crisp snap, and the snake smashed into the tree next to it.

Before the snake slipped from the tree, Feng Yang's right hand smashed down with the sound of wind and thunder, and the strange snake's head directly turned into mud, leaving a fist mark more than an inch deep on the tree.

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