In the inn, I took a hot shower and felt comfortable all over.

Xiaochan didn't come to him to learn magic, so she probably didn't dare to live in the same room with him.

Anyang still can't figure it out yet. Where did this little bean sprout-like little guy come from so many messy thoughts? And just her height is more than one meter, even if it's tall, it can't be said to be a figure, let alone how well she developed. She couldn't even be considered a big growth. Where did her confidence come from? She always thought that others would have any evil thoughts about her?

...Is the vixen's self-cultivation?

When I opened the window, it was a little noisy below the street.

A Kunlun disciple wearing a Taoist robe sat on the stairs outside the inn, not thinking it was dirty. There were a few children wearing patched clothes around him, and they made several tricks from time to time, which caused a burst of applause.

Judging from the little Taoist priest's appearance, he was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

There are countless Taoist techniques in Kunlun Mountain. Judging from this technique of using the trick of making the clouds and moving scenery, it is so superb to use it as a trick to make these children happy.

Anyang looked at it with a smile for a while, closed the window and prepared to rest.

The next day, I woke up early and ate a bowl of noodles slowly before paying the house and leaving the small town.

After changing to a horse, the speed was much faster.

Perhaps the disciples of Kunlun Mountain realized that they were at such a slow speed, even these two carriages would throw them behind them. They set off alone at that time, so they also accelerated their pace and were still walking in front of Anyang slowly. Compared with the horses they were riding, such a slow speed was already a snail speed.

The early summer sun is not too hot, it is warm and comfortable when it shines on your body.

Most of the time Anyang practices his own magic, occasionally teaching Xiaochan a small magic, and then letting her practice by herself. When she is free, she sits on the wooden board in front of the carriage, leans against the wooden frame in the carriage and squints her eyes to bask in the sun. She lives a comfortable life, especially when there is a little maid responsible for cooking and washing clothes.

Unlike the comprehensive development of the disciples of Kunlun Mountain, most of the magic learned by Taoist Yousan will be much less. To put it nicely, it is biased. Many Taoist Yousan tend to be magic that can kill demons and eliminate demons, protect themselves and protect their bodies. To put it bluntly, it is called limitations. It is because you can’t find a place to learn magic, and there is no accumulation of a sect, so you don’t have too many choices. In this case, you naturally hope that you can save your life.

Anyang is no exception, because both the mainland of China and other worlds are at risk. You must have enough force to protect yourself when you walk around the world. Therefore, what he practices more diligently are spells that are helpful to his strength or ability to save his life, and the other auxiliary spells are practiced relatively less.

A few days later, the traces of fatigue left by the previous month have faded away, and the physical condition has returned to its peak. Although it is tiring to travel, it is still regular after all. For his physique, he is just relaxing. Until now, his dark circles are almost invisible, his face is rosy as usual, and his mental state is close to perfection.

At this time, we were almost at the place where Kunlun disciples were killed before.

Anyang is skilled and brave, but he is not afraid, and he still sleeps soundly.

There was Xiaochan who heard the sound of the wind when he was asleep and could be awakened even if he was decibels, Huang Lan, the top hunter who was born to be vigilant, and there was a wolf demon who was used to wandering at first sight. He didn't know what he was afraid of. Even if he encountered an evil demon that had been noticed, it was unlikely that he would successfully attack them. As long as he was not attacked by a dream, the old immortals in Kunlun Mountain would not be able to do anything to him.

...

There is no place to live in the wild mountains and ridges, so I can only find a place to rest early.

The mountain wind was strong and the forest was silent. The Kunlun disciples in front of him suddenly stopped.

A dozen people were able to block an official road while riding a horse. As a last resort, Wang Tianyu had to stop. As soon as his carriage stopped, the carriage that only knew to follow him was stopped urgently under the influence of spiritualism. Xiaochan, who was listening attentively in the carriage, was unstable. She tried to keep a distance from Anyang and was immediately pulled closer by falling, and almost hit Anyang.

When my heart was confused, I heard a snap, my magic power was unstable, and the light-generating technique on my head collapsed, and the darkness suddenly came to an end.

She blushed and stabilized her body, lit up again, got up and sat on the other side, lowered her head and didn't dare to say a word.

An Yang frowned, opened the curtain and looked out, and saw a group of extremely divine horses standing on the road. A Kunlun disciple in a Taoist robe stopped and looked forward with a solemn expression. He could vaguely smell a faint smell of blood. He used a wise eye-catching technique on his body. He suddenly became brighter in front of him. There were several Taoists in front of his eldest disciple Yan Li, with blood stained with him, and he was more or less injured.

"It's a bit of a sinister aura. From here, I'm afraid it won't be peaceful."

Anyang said to himself, jumped out of the carriage and walked forward.

Xiaochan was a little scared, and looked around and felt that there were soldiers in the grass and trees. After hesitation, he followed him off the carriage and followed him step by step.

A Kunlun disciple in front was talking to the Taoist.

"Is the Feitian evil corpse attacking several Taoist priests?"

"That's right, even if the evil corpse of Feitian has not appeared for a long time, I will never admit my mistake."

"Flying evil corpses, these extremely yin and evil things have appeared. I am afraid that the world will be in chaos. I don't know how long the group of evil demons have planned it and actually attracted this thing."

"Little Taoist, the evil corpses of the flying sky are so difficult to deal with. Even I and all the fellow Taoists have put a lot of effort in repelling these evil beasts. One person has died. You have to be careful. If I die, it will be difficult to explain to your Kunlun teacher!"

"Thank you for the reminder of the Taoist priest."

Anyang stood aside with Tang Dao in his arms, listening quietly. Xiaochan behind him was already scared and trembling with a pale face. In an instant, nothing was right around him. The tree looked a bit like a flying corpse, and there seemed to be a figure lying in the grass, and there seemed to be a little unusual movement.

In fact, it was not just him, but also a few young Kunlun disciples were a little scared.

The evil corpse of the flying sky is well-known. These Taoists are injured. How can people not be afraid? Although they have learned the art of killing demons and eliminating demons, not everyone can go to the battlefield with a gun, and not everyone can get magic and eliminate demons. They have no practical experience, maybe they are eliminated by demons or are given away by evil demons.

Yan Li thought for a while and said, "Thank you all for your hard work. Let's see that the surroundings are wilderness and there are no places to live in. Moreover, the Taoist priest is injured. If you don't dislike it, why not walk with us and find a suitable place to light a fire and rest for a night, and then we will take turns to guard it to ensure that we will not be attacked tonight."

The Taoists thought for a moment and agreed.

After listening for a while, Anyang felt bored for a while, and returned to the carriage with his weapon in his arms, and continued to move forward with the Kunlun disciples.

Xiaochan lit up the light with the technique of regeneration, and hugged her legs in the corner. She didn't know what she was thinking. In recent days, this seemed to have become her voluntary work, and she also practiced the Taoist method. The method of ignition and regeneration of light, she used it. Well, let's explain in advance that Anyang did not want to pick up a free laborer when he taught her these auxiliary spells.

The sound of horse bells came one after another in the quiet night, and the atmosphere ahead became much more solemn.

Anyang has heard of the name of the evil corpse of the flying sky, and is also very interested in it. No, it should be that he is very interested in these strange things. Even if it is just a monster who has been cultivated, it has demon pills. I wonder what interesting things are in this so-called ultimate yin and evil thing!

Thinking of this, he actually felt a little eager to try.

Soon, the Kunlun disciples looked forward to find a relatively empty place, led the horses to a pile, chopped firewood and lit the fire, and sat around to prepare for rest.

The carriage in front stopped, and Wang Tianyu got off from above and was preparing to repair it here, but Anyang waved his hand and signaled him to continue moving forward. Wang Tianyu was stunned for a long time but didn't react. It was Huang Lan in the car that he understood Anyang's intention to go to the dangerous mountain. He was shocked and felt that such a rebellious person could not keep up with his idea of ​​committing suicide.

That's a flying corpse!

It's very late at night, if no one takes turns to watch, it's easy to be attacked.

He turned his head to look at Huang Lan, but saw that the woman with a sense of strength had already revealed her fingertips, looking like curved daggers, her eyes were cold, and she looked like she was preparing for battle. Especially when she stuck out her tongue and lips, she seemed to see a tiger who chose to eat, her face full of excitement for fighting and bloodthirsty.

Wang Tianyu instantly understood that he seemed to have been with the wrong team, but now he regretted it too much. He had no choice but to withdraw his gaze, step onto the carriage and wave forward.

The twelve Kunlun disciples immediately opened their eyes wide, watching the two carriages continue to move forward, and reached out to stop them, but did not shout. Instead, the wounded Taoist priests were even more calm. In their eyes, they were either these newborn calfs were not afraid of tigers, or they were very skilled and brave, and were not afraid of the threat of flying corpses.

Anyang lifted the curtain, his eyes seemed to be glowing, and the night was like day. While the carriage passed by them, he looked at the great Kunlun disciple who was as beautiful as jade. As if he felt his gaze, Yan Li also turned to look at him. The swaying firelight illuminated the old carriage with fabric red. His eyes were peaceful, puzzled, and faint scrutiny.

This man was calm and fearless, his eyes were as calm as water, and he had a faint condescending attitude, and his demeanor was very strange.

This is Yan Li's first impression of Anyang.

Think about it carefully, I have met more than once in the past few days. It seems that every time I see him, he always carries a cold weapon, sometimes a short spear, sometimes a straight blade and a long sword. He doesn't look like a Taoist practitioner, but rather a martial arts person. When he came to Kunlun from afar, he even brought a maid, who looks like a rich young man, even though this maid is definitely not a human.

It's really fun!

He did not withdraw his gaze until the carriage was gradually moving away as it swayed and jingled.

Anyang also put down the curtain.

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