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In the early morning of the next day, a burst of angry shouts came, which suddenly woke up Jiang Chen, who was still sleeping in the tree house, Jiang Chen woke up, his spirit was still very vague, like a puppet, he sat up from the bed, his eyes were dull, his expression was dazed, and after a while, he was a little clear, slightly tidied up his clothes, washed slightly, and opened the door and walked out of the tree house.

Because of last night's crying, Jiang Chen did not sleep peacefully this night, this cry is very abrasive, like a ghost crying, ethereal and invisible, every time he just wants to sleep, the cry will start, and when Jiang Chen walks out to find the source of the sound, the crying stops, and continues dozens of times in a row, until the sky is bright, the crying does not stop, suffering such torture, even as a monk, he also feels mentally exhausted, yawning again and again.

Walking out of the tree house, a beam of golden sunlight leans down from the holes in the leaves of the trees, warm and warm, with countless dust flying, gently inhaling, full of fresh air filled with the fragrance of the forest, which is extremely refreshing.

Feeling the temperature of the sun, as well as the air rich in the fragrance of trees and green grass, Jiang Chen's spirit was lifted, and he felt that all fatigue was purified in nature.

Standing on top of the branches of the giant trees, Jiang Chen looked at this lush forest, one after another tree houses stood in the sky, the surrounding light was dim, slightly hazy, quiet, as peaceful and peaceful as a dream.

Coming down from the giant tree, Jiang Chen walked through the village, more and more he felt that the mood of the ancient well has no waves, that kind of natural quietness, can completely affect people's mood, in it, as if the hustle and bustle of the whole body was swept away, the heart is as calm as water, as if it has escaped into the empty door, no dust and no dirt, no thoughts and no desires.

At this time, a noise sounded, waking Jiang Chen up, he looked intently, through the hazy vision, vaguely saw a group of people in the open space not far away, the voices of people were boiling, the sound of shouting and cheering was endless for a long time, he was curious, and couldn't help but walk there.

When it was approaching, Jiang Chen saw clearly that it was the children and teenagers in the village, who were practicing martial arts under the leadership of several elite men.

It seems to be extraordinary, but in Jiang Chen's opinion, this kind of martial art is just for strengthening the body and protecting the body after all, in the hands of mortals, it may be able to easily defeat six or seven ordinary people, but if it is faced with a monk, this kind of martial art is useless, and a spell can easily knock it down.

Everyone in the audience seemed to notice Jiang Chen's contempt, and his moves changed suddenly, only to hear the leading few strong men shouting, and there was blood all over his body, like a tide, making a loud noise.

"What a strong blood force!"

Seeing this, Jiang Chen's eyes contracted, and the contempt in his heart slowly converged, slightly shocked, ordinary martial artists, just practicing martial arts to strengthen their bodies, with extraordinary martial arts, are still in the flow of mortals, but the martial artists who condense qi and blood have entered another realm, no different from monks.

Qi and blood are like a tide, the flesh is as strong as a rock, and he has the power of the world, and his strength is comparable to that of a Qi Immortal Realm monk. The few people in front of him, although their qi and blood are surging, they are not strong, and at most they can compete with the third or fourth cultivators of the Qi Immortal Realm.

If it is only strength, it can't attract Jiang Chen's attention, what really surprised him is that the people who practice martial arts in the field, whether they are strong young men or teenagers, when practicing martial arts, the power of qi and blood in their bodies is slowly condensed under the traction of some mysterious force, and it comes out through the body, rippling all over the body, and every time they finish a punch, the power of qi and blood will grow.

"The martial arts they practice are weird!"

As a monk in the middle stage of the spirit immortal, Jiang Chen's vision is extraordinary, and the martial artist condenses the power of qi and blood and strengthens the physical body, in fact, it is similar to the monk's condensation of the immortal body, the same is to enhance the physical body and cast the Dao foundation, the only difference is that the monk condenses the spiritual body, which is constantly tempered with spiritual power, while the martial artist uses martial arts to boil the shins, condense the power of qi and blood, and strengthen the physical body.

"Southern Xinjiang witchcraft is really unique!"

Jiang Chen's eyes rippled, if he didn't guess wrong, the technique practiced by the villagers of Mulin Village was a secret technique for condensing qi and blood, if he insisted on practicing, sooner or later, his qi and blood would be like a pillar, and his strength would not be worse than that of a monk in the Spirit Fairy Realm, and the strength of his physical body would probably not be inferior to the Jinxia Spirit Body.

"Jiang Chen's little friend turned out to be here, but it was easy to find the old man......"

Just when Jiang Chen was slightly distracted, the gentle and old voice of the village chief came from his ears, Jiang Chen turned around and looked, but saw that the village chief was dressed in white, with a kind expression, holding a wooden staff in his hand, and looking at him with a smile.

Jiang Chen hurriedly stepped forward, bent down and saluted: "Jiang Chen has seen the village chief, and when he saw the excitement here, Jiang Chen was curious for a while, so he came and took a look." ”

The village chief waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care, and asked with a smile: "Jiang Chen Xiaoyou was born in the Immortal Dao Sect, has a unique vision, and has far-reaching knowledge, what do you think of the martial arts of these people in the village?"

"Qi and blood are like a tide, subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger, no problem......" Jiang Chen said casually.

"Hehe, Jiang Chen's little friend is too famous, it is not necessarily true to subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger, but the combat skills of the hundred tribes in southern Xinjiang are indeed unique, and the method of cultivating immortals in the Central Plains is very different. The village chief exclaimed.

"Combat skills?" Jiang Chen had never heard of this kind of Taoism, and his expression was confused.

"But it is old and negligent, Jiang Chen Xiaoyou is from the Central Plains, and he knows very little about witchcraft in southern Xinjiang. Southern Xinjiang witchcraft is a general term for Gu magic, poison magic, beast control skills, and combat skills. ”

"The hundred tribes in southern Xinjiang, everyone is proficient in the art of witchcraft, which is mysterious, it is really amazing, but the art of witchcraft has always been mysterious, never taught to outsiders, and the people of the hundred tribes have a strange temper, and rarely have contact with people, so no outsiders have ever learned the art of witchcraft, and the old decay has not seen it, but I heard that the art of witchcraft is strange and powerful, unexpected, with all kinds of incredible powers, the people of southern Xinjiang, it can be said that it is talking about color change. ”

"In the witchcraft of southern Xinjiang, only the combat skills are widely spread, and the people of the hundred ethnic groups do not seem to attach importance to them, or have reservations, and the old decay is not very clear, but as long as it is around the millions of mountains in southern Xinjiang, almost all villages have combat skills circulating, which is also the fundamental reason why the people of southern Xinjiang can live in dangerous places in southern Xinjiang. The village chief said.

"Southern Xinjiang witchcraft!" Hearing what the village chief said, even though Jiang Chen did not admire the immortal magic and Taoism, he was still attracted by its mystery, if it was an opportunity, he really wanted to see it.

"Old decay This is hearsay, the class has an axe, Jiang Chen's little friend just listen, don't take it seriously, when the little friend goes to the land of the Bai clan in the future, he will naturally be able to see the real witchcraft, but the old man has a word, I hope Jiang Chen's little friend remembers, where you meet people of hundreds of tribes, you must not take it lightly. The village chief admonished.

"Thank you for the village chief's advice. Jiang Chen saluted and thanked him.

Immediately, the village chief took Jiang Chen back to the tree house and entertained Jiang Chen with a sumptuous breakfast.

After eating, Jiang Chen chatted with the village chief for a few words, and then planned to leave, after all, the hidden danger of the immortal demon seed in Jiang Le's body has not been expelled, and Jiang Chen cannot be allowed to relax, and it has taken a lot of time to rush to southern Xinjiang.

"Jiang Chen's little friend is so anxious, is he leaving?" Hearing that Jiang Chen was about to leave, the village chief was slightly surprised.

"Don't hide it from the village chief, Jiang Chen's matter is quite important, you need to rush to the Earth Emperor Temple as soon as possible to ask for the Nine Heavens Rest ......"

"In this case, it is inconvenient to keep the old decay, but if Jiang Chen Xiaoyou enters the land of the hundred clans at this time, I am afraid it will be extremely dangerous!" the village chief worried.

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, and didn't know why, so he saluted and asked: "Please also ask the village chief for guidance." ”

"Jiang Chen's little friend doesn't know, the millions of mountains in southern Xinjiang are shrouded in miasma all year round, this miasma doesn't know what it is, it contains highly poisonous, unless it is a creature in southern Xinjiang, outsiders break in, and they will be poisoned in an instant, and they will die of poison in the blink of an eye, which is not ordinary. Only on the night of the full moon on April 15 in March, June, September, and December every year, the miasma will dissipate after fifteen days, and now it is still ten days away from the night of the full moon in March. The village chief explained.

Hearing this, Jiang Chen's forehead broke out in a cold sweat, fortunately, the village chief was kind and instructive, otherwise, Jiang Chen was dazed and ignorant, and he broke in rashly, I am afraid that there will be more than luck.

"Thank you to the village chief, if it weren't for the kindness of the village chief, Jiang Chen would have entered recklessly, I'm afraid the consequences would be unimaginable. ”

"Hehe, Jiang Chen's little friend doesn't want to be like this, the old decay is just a gesture, now the miasma has not disappeared, Jiang Chen Xiaoyou still lives in the village with peace of mind, and then leaves after the full moon night. ”

Jiang Chen groaned slightly, and said helplessly: "That's all, it's just that I'm going to bother the village chief for a while......

Jiang Chen's little friend was polite...... Huh?"

Before the village chief finished speaking, a quarrel suddenly sounded outside the tree house, the village chief frowned slightly, smiled apologetically at Jiang Chen, got up and walked out of the tree house, Jiang Chen groaned slightly, and also walked out.

"Village Chief, please, save Xiaotong......"

"Yao Sanhu, if it weren't for the friendship back then, I would have thrown you out, don't mess around here, let me out......"

"Brother Ah Qiang, you have to believe me, I didn't lie, Xiaotong really caught the tiger demon......"

"Humph......"

A cold snort, like a muffled thunder explosion, shook everyone's ears, and the surrounding villagers bowed and saluted: "I've seen the village chief......

The village chief of Mulin had a gloomy face, and he strode forward, his body was straight, his spirit was strong, and he was majestic, like a lion, and his momentum was impressive, which was very different from his usual kind appearance.

"Yao Sanhu, you have already been expelled from Mulin Village, and you are still making trouble in the village, do you really think that the old man will not dare to do it?"

The village chief's eyes widened, and a fierce momentum erupted, instantly shaking out the middle-aged man in front of him with a sad face and a sturdy body.

Jiang Chen, who was following behind, felt the momentum of the village chief, and his face was slightly moved, although the village chief was also a monk, and his cultivation was not the sixth level of the Qi Fairyland, but the momentum that erupted at this moment actually made Jiang Chen a little frightened.

Jiang Chen knew that because the village chief was in a dangerous place in southern Xinjiang, he often fought and killed demon beasts, which was invisibly full of violent killing, which was the power of will, not real strength, but even so, Jiang Chen instantly realized that this incomparably kind old man was able to travel alone in southern Xinjiang and become the village chief of Mulin Village.