This is the inconvenience caused by the low status, some key locations here he can't approach at all, and if he looks around, it will definitely arouse the suspicion of others. In this relatively closed cave, once someone sees through it, it is difficult to escape.

Before coming, Fang Yan had all kinds of assumptions, and even had the worst plan, but who knew that he would enter it smoothly all the way, and the next thing must not be rushed, there will always be a way to solve it. Fang Yan sat honestly on the futon, but his head was spinning rapidly, thinking about how to continue to go deeper into it.

After thinking about it, there may only be one way to change his appearance again, this pretending disciple is good to use to enter here safely, but after entering, it shows too much inconvenience. This person is not only of low status, but also withdrawn, if he suddenly becomes keen to inquire around and make friends, the contrast is too great and will attract attention, and his current identity is indeed a little embarrassing, but there is no good way for a while.

After only staying here for a day, Fang Yan couldn't help but come out of his residence, he really had something in his heart, and besides, this was not a place for cultivation. Pretending to be injured when he went out, he wanted to buy healing pills with others, under this excuse, Fang Yan wandered around first, of course the pills were not replaced, and the news was not heard at all, and he was too careful.

However, this trip once again verified one of his judgments, that is, this place is by no means a place to hoard monks, but hides a lot of secrets, which can be seen just by looking at the number of restrictions on low-level disciples like Fang Yan here. The dialect had only reached a few places, and it encountered two impassable checkpoints, which seemed to be very tightly guarded, and they couldn't help but say anything.

The treatment of demon disciples must be restricted, and if there is no secret in it, it is hell, this kind of place should be the goal of dialects here. Back at his residence, Fang Yan sat alone again, there was no aura here, and there was also a pervasive demonic qi infiltrating, and he could only practice the Qianyang True Demon Skill used to disguise his identity. Even with the help of the magic crystal, the effect is not too good.

In fact, whether it is the Demon Gate or the Demon Skill, it is the opposite of the Immortal Cultivation Realm, because the cultivation of these Demon Cultivators is not real magic, it is said that pure Demon Skill requires the empowerment of the true Demon Qi, and it requires the Demon Bloodline or the Demon Body to cultivate. And the so-called magic skills of the Demon Gate, the source is no longer available. I don't know where it came in, maybe it was the product of how many thousands of years of improvement.

Therefore, the vast majority of demon cultivators in the immortal world. It's just a way to learn from demonic skills, or a method of cultivation, not entirely through refining demonic qi, but just like demonic skills, not pure magic. Being able to completely rely on demonic qi to cultivate, this kind of real demon clan practice is probably not suitable for monks, and it may not exist at all in the human race.

Therefore, even if it is a demon cultivator, he still relies on aura when cultivating. But the demonic qi is not useless, when advancing and cultivating some special exercises, using pure demonic qi to stimulate it is of great help to cultivation, just like the alchemy of dialects also has to rely on external forces from time to time, and it is not surprising that the demonic skills are likely to come from the demons, and it is not surprising that there are some similarities in the operation of the exercises.

Ordinary demonic qi is not yet obvious, and materials like magic crystals contain pure demonic qi. However, it is the most needed auxiliary thing for demon cultivation, and the pure demonic qi in it is also called the demonic spirit qi by them, and the effect is no less than all the elixirs of the monks. Fang Yan didn't want to take the path of demon cultivation, so naturally he wouldn't cultivate demon skills so diligently, and he thought about how to explore the secrets in his mind from time to time.

The dialect's dwelling was surrounded by Da Luomon disciples, and the other two families were all over the cave. Although they were appointed by their respective sects to complete the same tasks, they were not at peace with each other, and it was not uncommon for them to speak ill of each other or even kill each other, even within a sect, but it was never allowed in the station.

The Demon Gate has always been strict about this kind of thing, and all kinds of fights are inevitable. What's more, there are three major demon sect disciples in this stronghold, living together, how can these hot-tempered demon cultivators get along peacefully. In addition, in addition to the disciples of various sects who came this time, there were also many subordinate sects and family disciples, and it was even more difficult to get along peacefully, but because of the control in the stronghold, otherwise it would have been overturned.

Once they leave the stronghold, these lawless demon cultivators will no longer be restrained, and every time they go out, most of them will not die in the mouth of the demonic beasts, but in the hands of their own companions, just like the infighting that Fang Yan saw not long ago, when they go out to hunt demons together, they will kill each other.

Therefore, after Fang Yan came back alone, no one came to ask him about going out, and no one investigated the cause of the death of another disciple, which seemed to be strange, which was very different from the way the Daomen disciplined disciples. A few days later, Fang Yan sensed that the disciples who lived around him were returning one after another, indicating that he would be forced to interrupt the investigation, as he would soon be on patrol with a team, and the disciples of the Demon Sect he posed as had come here to do just that.

Early the next morning, Fang Yan came out of his residence and walked towards the exit of the stronghold, and along the way, many demon cultivators dressed in different clothes gathered at the exit like him. The person who loudly taunted him when he came back a few days ago was also standing at the entrance of the cave at this time, looking like a team leader, and shouting loudly at the other team members.

What was depressing was that Fang Yan was in the same team as him, and the dignified foundation building monk was actually going to be reprimanded by this Qi cultivation period demon cultivator, and he felt aggrieved when he thought about it. But who let him choose the pretending person is such an unsuccessful guy, and he can only swallow his anger at this time to avoid extraneous branches.

On cultivation is only a little higher than Yan Guang who pretends to be in the dialect, but his background is much stronger, this person is a disciple of the Shen family of the Great Luomen, named Shen Kezhu, although he is not a family lineage, but he is a descendant of a Jindan elder of the Shen family. In fact, the Demon Sect regards this kind of bloodline relationship far from being like the Dao Gate, and some Demon Cultivators have many heirs because of the exercises, and after a few generations, they are afraid that the descendants of the bloodline will not even know themselves.

But in front of ordinary disciples, such an identity is enough to be arrogant, bullying a low-level disciple like Yan Guang, and no one cares about it at all. And this person has always had a flamboyant personality, and he is accustomed to using the banner of the Shen family as a prestige and oppression of several disciples from low backgrounds, which has become his psychological need to highlight himself, and he will feel uncomfortable if he does not do it for a day.

When Fang Yan entered the team, it was naturally inevitable that this person would be ridiculed and reprimanded again, as if he was the captain, and the rest of the team dared not speak out.

Suddenly, Schenk's mouth hurt stopped, and he instantly changed to a different face, nodding and walking briskly towards a new demon cultivator. Fang Yan raised his eyes and saw a demon cultivator with a messy beard walking unhurriedly, this person had a blue and yellow face, a black robe, and a fourth-layer foundation building cultivation, and he couldn't see any expression on his face, as if he was wearing a mask.

This person is the captain of the team, Miao Wuchang, a disciple of the inner door of the Great Luomen, is said to have come to South Vietnam very early, and returned here to serve after the stronghold was built, and was responsible for the formation of this team, the members were selected by him from the disciples of the Great Luomen, and they were usually taken care of, but they were also strict, so everyone was very in awe of him.

"Are you all here?" approached, Miao Wuchang raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at everyone casually, and asked Schenk in front of him. Because this guy has a bit of a background, Miao Wuchang looks at him differently, and he always looks for him first for anything, and this Schenck injury often pretends to be the deputy of the team, and the team members have long been used to it.

It's just that the moment Miao Wuchang glanced at Fang Yan, this person's gaze paused slightly on Fang Yan, and his face unconsciously showed surprise, but this person reacted very quickly, and then he quickly covered it. And this seemingly untraceable accidental outpouring was keenly captured by the dialect, and his heart suddenly sank.

"Uncle Hui, except for Senior Brother Jiang, the rest of the disciples are here. As for why Senior Brother Jiang didn't come, this has to be asked by Senior Brother Yan. Speaking in Schenk's tongue with a schadenfreude expression, he made no secret of it.

"Senior Brother Jiang and his disciples went out to hunt demons together, but they were already dead outside and couldn't come. Fang Yan had to bow down to Miao Wuchang and replied.

"Dead, so what are you waiting for, let's go. Master Yan's nephew followed the old man and set off. Miao Wuchang still said expressionlessly, who knew that as soon as these words came out, the faces of others changed greatly. It sounds like this Uncle Miao doesn't seem to blame Fang Yan, but takes some care of him. What's going on, when did this Yan Guang climb up to this uncle?

A group of disciples followed behind and walked out quickly, and the others didn't think much about it, anyway, it had nothing to do with them, but they were relieved after being slightly surprised. However, Schenk's face changed several times, watching Fang Yan's back become cloudy, and finally stared at him resentfully, gritting his teeth and following closely.

The patrol site is on the outskirts of the stronghold, out of the deep valley, along the edge of the deep valley, each team is divided into an area, patrol back and forth, and the mission is completed after ten days. The main thing they do is to prevent outsiders from probing, and at the same time maintain the stronghold from the invasion of demonic beasts, and occasionally the demonic beasts that appear nearby are easily cleared, and they do not deliberately do it.

It should be said that the task is quite easy, and it is very close to the stronghold, and if there is any danger, you can return to it immediately, and the stronghold can also quickly come to reinforce it, the danger is not great, but things are a little boring. It was originally a team of eleven people, but due to the fall of one person, there was no time to replenish, and the team was only ten people for the time being.

Unlike before, Fang Yan took the second place, taking the place of Schenk's injury, and he also felt very strange in his heart, why Miao Wuchang would be so wary of him. A few days later, when Miao Wuchang was resting, he suddenly told everyone that there was nothing to do lately anyway, so this time he expanded the scope of some patrols and hunted a few demonic beasts by the way.

As soon as these words came out, everyone naturally agreed, although I don't understand why this uncle suddenly changed his personality this time, but who would not want to get some magic crystals by the way. Moreover, this person also said that they were allowed to form teams and hunt demons freely in the vicinity, but they had to return to the meeting place within the specified time.

Fang Yan was even more puzzled in his heart, but the others cheered, they had long been tired of this boring patrol, and no one was dissatisfied with taking this opportunity to make a small fortune, and they immediately dispersed in a hurry. Just as Fang Yan was about to leave, Miao Wuchang came over and asked with concern: "Master Yan and nephew go slowly, if no one wants to team up with you, I will follow the old man to fight, but you can't miss your share if you have a harvest." (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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