When Yan Xinghui saw such a scene, not only did he not clean up the corpse, but instead laughed, as if he had seen something ridiculous.

Wu Yuan was puzzled, removed the hand that was blocking her eyes, and wondered, "What are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at you, I can't stand the blood of laughing at you. I remember that at that time, when you treated me like waste, you just threw a fireball over and almost killed me. You can kill people with your hands, are you afraid of seeing this blood?" Yan Xinghui didn't believe her at all.

"Hmph, don't believe it. After Wu Yuan finished speaking, he sat with his back to Yan Xinghui and sat aside.

Yan Xinghui knew that she was pretentious, and he didn't look at her, but he didn't expect that there were so many people and eyes. Therefore, I am even more wary of her.

Yan Xinghui stood up, buried the bearded body, and then cleaned up the traces of the fight left here.

Picked up the storage bag with a beard and opened it to see: there were several low-grade magic weapons in it, as well as several bottles of elixir, more than two hundred spirit stones, dozens of jade slips, some first-class elixirs, a few demon beast corpses, and some unknown materials.

It seems to be the same as the one-eyed dragon, they are all stolen goods obtained from robbing low-level monks!

Yan Xinghui put away these elixirs, spirit stones, and elixirs, and then browsed these jade slips one by one. Yan Xinghui thought that this bearded swordsman's swordsmanship was good, and he wondered if he would bring this spell jade slip with him.

After looking through a few pieces of jade slips, they are basically some popular basic immortal cultivation techniques. I wasn't disappointed at the moment and continued to flip through it. He picked up a piece of silver jade slip and looked into it, and the four golden characters of "Xuanyuan Swordsmanship" appeared in it. It turns out that the beard is actually a swordsmanship!

Slightly disappointed, and then looked down, this book talks about how to stimulate sword qi, sword qi transformation, sword qi condensation and many other spells, but these must be on the basis of being able to stimulate sword qi, can be learned.

Yan Xinghui doesn't have that much time to learn this now. Then he looked back, and finally found the three words of swordsmanship behind the jade slip. Behind these three words, it is densely written how to brand the divine consciousness on the flying sword, and then the specific law and gesture command the flying sword, fly according to the route you designate, and do the real point.

Yan Xinghui looked at it, his heart became excited, he couldn't wait to learn this sword technique immediately, but he was only practicing the fourth layer of the Qi period, and he couldn't practice it!

Then I went on to look at the other jade slips, and there were basically no surprises, but there was a piece of jade slips in it that was about elementary alchemy, but Yan Xinghui had the "Alchemy" given by the old man with white eyebrows, and there was a note on it, which was the annotation left by the Yuan Infant Monk. Yan Xinghui, a jade slip that tells about primary alchemy, naturally can't look down on it.

Glancing back at Wu Yuan, she didn't know when she ran to a short distance to meditate and cultivate.

Yan Xinghui remembered that she had been injured in the fight, and he didn't bother her at the moment, so he found a place to sit cross-legged, meditated, and recovered.

After his mind calmed down, Yan Xinghui felt that his whole body was in pain as if it had fallen apart, and there were injuries everywhere, so painful that he grinned his teeth, and instinctively wanted to reach out and rub it, but he didn't think that his hand had not been raised, and there was pain on the other end of his hand.

really responded to that sentence, busyness is the best anesthetic!

At that moment, he took out a healing pill, stuffed it into his mouth, and ran the exercises to bring this pill to all parts of his body. After a while, the pain stopped.

It was slowly darkening, and with it came the mist of the mountains, which attached to their hair and clothes, and slowly soaked a large chunk, but they were still meditating quietly as if a bodhisattva had no feelings.

Occasionally, the roar of wild beasts could be heard in the mountains and forests.

It was a quiet night. At dawn the next day, Yan Xinghui stood up and walked towards Wu Yuan, seeing that she was still meditating, he coughed and said, "Let's change places to meditate and cultivate, there may be monks passing by here, it's not safe." ”

Wu Yuan glanced back at him, a trace of the same light flashed in his eyes, then nodded, followed him step by step, saw that he was walking in the direction of the cliff, and asked in surprise: "Where are we going?"

"Back to the cave where we were before, and we have to clean up all the traces left along the way, so as not to run into monks like them again. We can't beat them in our current situation. Yan Xinghui glanced back at her and said slowly.

"Hmm. As soon as Wu Yuan heard about the safety issue, she stopped asking.

In this way, the two of them went to the place where they had fought with Beard before and cleaned up.

Wu Yuan picked up the gravel and broken talisman on the ground and threw it down the cliff. It was this loss that the sound of fluttering and fluttering came from the cliff below, and the sound became louder and louder, more and more numerous, and more terrifying, it was getting closer and closer.

Wu Yuan's face turned pale with fright, and she stood there at a loss.

Yan Xinghui had just finished cleaning up the traces of the battle on the ground, and as soon as he heard the fluttering sound on the cliff, the first reaction in his mind was to run, no matter what kind of demon beast the other party was and what kind of cultivation he was, he couldn't resist the large number of them.

When he turned around, he saw that Wu Yuan was still standing there and didn't move, and shouted: "You're scared stupid, run away." After saying that, he pulled up her soft and ran forward.

After a while, the voices behind me got closer and closer. Yan Xinghui looked back and saw that it was a group of vultures, with gray-black feathers, long pointed beaks, and shiny black claws, which were sharp weapons for killing people at first glance. Hurriedly scanned it with his divine sense, the cultivation of these birds and animals was equivalent to the cultivation of a third-level cultivator in the Qi cultivation period, and the number of them reached more than ten!

After leading the vultures for a few more minutes, the vultures struggled to catch up. Helplessly, one is flying in the sky and the other is running on the ground, which is better or worse, and the superior makes a judgment.

Yan Xinghui took out the flying sword and didn't wait for them to react. A dodge disappeared from the spot, and instantly appeared next to a vulture on the periphery, waving the long sword in his hand and slashing at the bird's head, and suddenly the sword rose and fell, and a vulture fell.

Without waiting for the other vultures to react, Yan Xinghui instantly flashed beside Wu Yuan.

These vultures were already extremely intellectual, and they were angered by Yan Xinghui at this moment. Still thinking about the consequences, one by one fluttered and flew over and pecked at the two of them.

Yan Xinghui swept over at a glance, and the black pressure was overwhelming, and the sunlight in the air was going to be blocked by them.

However, just now, Yan Xinghui was not afraid of them, holding the medium-grade water magic sword in one hand and the yellow magic sword in the other, and the clothes on his body were hunting under the blowing of the morning breeze.

When the vultures flew closer, Wu Yuan was waiting to use the fireball technique to kill them one by one.

In the afterglow, I caught a glimpse of a blue figure rushing into the vultures. However, it was Yan Xinghui who ran the shadowless whirlwind slash in the "Five Spirits Drifting Rain Sword Technique", and quickly rushed into the vultures, and after a few swishing sounds, a corpse fell from the ground.

Only one was left screaming in the air.

After this blow, Yan Xinghui's already incomplete injury recurred, and he was sweating profusely in pain, his face was dripping with cold sweat, and he held his sword in both hands to the ground, preventing himself from falling.

Seeing this, Wu Yuan hurriedly released a fireball to kill the remaining vultures. Only then did he walk to Yan Xinghui's side, his eyes showed a complicated color, and after all, he still helped him up and took him into the previous cave mansion to cultivate.

And she herself went back to the cave to meditate and cultivate. She recalled Yan Xinghui's god-killing appearance, and couldn't help but be a little afraid, although her cultivation was one level higher than him, after all, she had too little actual combat experience, and her mentality was not stable enough when she encountered the enemy, and her own combat strength had been discounted a lot, and it seemed that she was going to strengthen her actual combat experience;

Wu Yuan is very entangled, not left and right. Alas, how can I talk about arresting him back personally.

Yan Xinghui didn't know that she was thinking about these things, and after returning to the cave mansion, he quickly meditated and recovered.

More than ten days have passed in a blink of an eye, and Yan Xinghui has been meditating and cultivating step by step.

On this day, Wu Yuan suddenly came to his cave and asked him when he would leave.

Yan Xinghui looked at her a little strangely, she had never urged herself before, what happened today. At the moment, he said lukewarmly: "Let's talk about it when my injury is healed, besides, the concentration of spiritual energy here is even richer than that of your family, and it is much faster to cultivate here." If you don't have an elixir, I have it here. After speaking, he threw over a bottle of pill and gave it to her.

Wu Yuan was so angry with him that her face turned pale, she really didn't know what this guy in front of her thought, this was the depths of the Yiyuan Mountain Range, and she might encounter a demon beast attack at any time, she didn't want to live in such fear. He's good enough to treat this place as a treasure.

In fact, Yan Xinghui has no place to go deliberately at the moment. Out of this mountain, where to find such a good place for aura, and out of this territory, the Wu family outside is chasing and killing him. I don't know how many monks are waiting for him to throw himself into the net.

Originally, there weren't many pills on his body, but who knew that the two people who didn't have long eyes actually gave him so many pills, which was enough for him to cultivate for a long time.