Qiyun Village is a special one among many villages. The reason why it is special is that it is not built in the normal sense, but is built on five staggered mountains. The mountain is used as the foundation and pillars, and the branches of giant ancient trees are used as hinges at high altitudes.
Connected, there are hundreds of thousands of densely packed, thick and chaotic branches, stretching to hundreds of meters in the air, layer upon layer, intertwined and messy, like giant spider webs woven on the tops of five mountains, forming a stable and unique
'foundation'.
The roads and houses in the village are all made up of proliferating branches. You can see wild fruits growing under your feet everywhere you walk. Some houses are covered with wild fruits or flowers growing inside and outside. You can pick them at will and they will be filled with flowers.
The hands are fragrant and the wild fruits are green and sweet.
Colorful and colorful, it’s like a fairy tale world.
It is also like a hanging garden, full of greenery, decorated with flowers and wild fruits, so beautiful and refreshing.
And because the five mountains are hundreds of meters high, the village almost exists in the clouds, hence the name Qiyun Village.
Normally in previous years, only people like royal princesses and princesses would stay in Qiyun Village and be lucky enough to live in such a magical and wonderful village.
But now Qiyun Village has welcomed many special people.
Their presence causes mist to float over the village and the surrounding mountains. It is not water vapor, but colorful, like thin silk. They are special wonders caused by the convergence of the energy of heaven and earth.
Tang Yan went straight to the foot of the mountain of Qiyun Village, looked up at the magical structure, and couldn't help but secretly sigh at the wonder of human wisdom and nature. He smiled slightly and walked up the steps woven with vines.
Not surprisingly, there are at least three semi-saints above.
But halfway through, Tang Yan slowly stopped, because halfway up the vine-woven stairs, there was a child squatting, with his head lowered and eyes raised, like a lone wolf, with strange and cold eyes.
Staring at Tang Yan.
"Kid, you..." Tang Yan was so busy admiring the beautiful scenery that he didn't even notice his presence. But in the middle of his words, he suddenly stopped and didn't pay attention? How could he not pay attention? With his own state, his consciousness will search independently.
If there is any life form in the surrounding scene, you will immediately notice it.
Moreover, the boy looks no more than seven or eight years old, has thin skin and tender flesh, and looks innocent and cute, but the depth and coldness in his eyes are definitely not what ordinary children can have.
The boy squatted among the vines in a weird posture, and the way he looked at people was very uncomfortable. There was a jar of wine next to him, and the pungent smell of alcohol could be smelled from a long distance away. It was obviously the height of the jar.
Liquor.
When Tang Yan stopped to look at him, he stared directly at Tang Yan. In the silent confrontation, the boy grabbed the wine jar and drank the noodles. The spicy liquor gurgled in his mouth and went straight into his stomach, making him frown.
His clothes were wrinkled, and the dripping wine wet his clothes but he didn't care.
Peak Martial Lord?! It's interesting! Tang Yan saw through his realm, and gradually became interested. He stepped on the vines again and walked towards the village on the top of the mountain, his eyes always fixed on him.
The boy didn't seem to care at all about the threat posed by Tang Yan's semi-saint realm. His eyes were not only cold but also aggressive like a beast. He was obviously a child, but he looked like a dangerous wild animal with his head crouched.
Tang Yan walked all the way up and walked past him.
"Tang Yan...Long time no see..." The boy finally spoke. His voice was hoarse like an old man's, and he sounded uncomfortable.
Long time no see?! Tang Yan couldn't help but stop: "Do you know me?"
The boy held a wine jar that was half his size, tilted his body slightly, and leaned against a vine branch. He looked at Tang Yan with cold eyes, but did not speak.
"Have we met before? Forgive me, I have no impression."
The boy remained silent.
Tang Yan tilted his head and looked at it for a while, smiled silently, and continued to move forward: "Children today are much better than our time. They act cool, act cool, drink and be provocative, and they are quite comprehensive."
The boy was not annoyed by the sarcasm implicit in Tang Yan's words, and remained as indifferent as usual: "Will all your companions go to the Valley of the Wicked?"
"In addition to teaching you martial arts, didn't your master teach you manners?"
"This is a gathering that only happens once in ten thousand years. I think they will come." The boy took a sip of wine alone, as if talking to himself, with a trace of murderous intent flashing in his cold eyes.
Tang Yan stopped in front and looked at him again: "Do you know me? Do you also know my partner? Who are you? Anyway, we will know each other sooner or later, please introduce yourself?"
The boy had a withdrawn and strange personality. He ignored Tang Yan and continued to drink wine from the wine jar. He probably drank too much and did not use his spiritual power to relieve the alcohol. As a result, his face turned red and slightly drunk, and he closed his eyes against the vine.
eyes.
"Is there no normal person in the forbidden area?" Tang Yan muttered depressedly, no longer deliberately asking questions, and continued to admire the scenery and walked into the clouds, setting foot on the dreamy Qiyun Village.
"I was invited here. Arrange a quiet place for me to live. The quieter the better." Tang Yan handed the invitation letter to the guard at the entrance of the village.
"Master Tang, please come inside." The guard immediately led him into the village. "Who is that person down there?" Tang Yan asked.
"Forgive me, Mr. Tang. I don't understand my humble position."
"Does anyone live in Qiyun Village?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Tang. I really don't know about this lowly position, and I don't dare to inquire." The guard was respectful, bowed, and was very careful.
Tang Yan curled his lips, and his originally good mood was reduced by more than half.
Qiyun Village is very wide, with nearly a hundred houses in the forest, all made of vines, each with its own characteristics. The flowery road is also made of vines, and villagers are constantly coming in and out, including men and women, old and young.
, most of them are very ordinary warriors, even the Martial King Realm is rare, but they have smiles of satisfaction and joy on their lips, and they are enjoying today's life.
Qiyun Village is lively, joyful and full of happiness.
Tang Yan looked around and found no special people. The semi-holy aura that could be felt at the foot of the mountain was now a bit erratic, as if it was deliberately disguised.
"Master Tang, please, this is your residence. If you have any instructions, please tell me. We will try our best to do our best." The guard chose a relatively spacious vine room for Tang Yan. The furnishings were simple, but there were all kinds of tables, chairs and beds.
With a fresh feeling of green.
"You get busy." Tang Yan waved away the guards and lay down on the window to look at the scenery outside for a while.
After a while, I saw the boy just walking up, carrying an empty wine jar. He was drunk and smelled of alcohol. He was swaying every step and couldn't open his eyes.
But while walking, when he passed by Tang Yan's house, he stopped unsteadily, his eyes were cold and bloodshot, and he looked at Tang Yan sideways.
Tang Yan was used to seeing weirdos and ruthless people, so he didn't pay much attention and looked at him with his gaze.
The boy burped violently: "He once shamed me! If he dares to enter the Valley of the Wicked, he will never come out alive again!"
"Huh? That's pretty awesome." Tang Yan was lying on the window, looking at him with a smile on his face.
"I have allowed him to live peacefully for more than ten years. It's time for him to end."
"Little brother, your words are very ambiguous and will get you into trouble."
The boy stared at him coldly for a while, curled his lips and walked away: "I'll take his life."
Tang Yan smiled silently, but then it suddenly protruded like lightning, flipped like an eagle, spanned more than ten meters, and struck the boy with one claw.
It moves like a stray rabbit and erupts like thunder.
Extremely cruel.
The boy was drunk a moment ago, but suddenly woke up at this moment, his eyes were full of energy, and his eyes were shining. His swaying body straightened up, his waist jerked, and with a low roar, he held the wine jar and bumped it in the air.
Wow!!
Tang Yan's sharp claws were so hard that they shattered the wine jar, and the sharp fragments scattered like bullets! But Tang Yan was definitely not trying to scare him. He kept on attacking and hit the boy's right palm hard. There was a crack, bone cracks, and blood splattered everywhere.
, the sharp claws directly shattered the boy's claws with a devastating force, and hit him in the face in an instant.
Whoosh!!
The boy flipped up in the air, like a dead leaf in a strong wind, swirling and flying for more than ten meters, smashing branches of more than ten meters before he could barely stop, and was submerged in the messy branches. Until he stopped,
The blood all over the sky was mixed with fallen branches and branches, giving the fresh and elegant village an air of blood.
"Do you really think I don't dare to touch you?" Tang Yan snorted coldly, not even remotely as gentle as before.
The peaceful village suddenly fell silent, and the nearby villagers stared in horror, all frozen in place and not daring to move.
Whoosh whoosh!
The scattered kingdom guards rushed over quickly, and in the blink of an eye, more than a hundred people gathered. They looked at the scene in amazement. Several captain-level figures opened their mouths, but couldn't hold back a word for a long time. Only
Cold sweat broke out all over his head.
"Huh?" Tang Yan suddenly looked at his right hand, and there was still gray mist left when he attacked the boy. The strange thing was that they were corroding his palm, quickly withering and aging, and even
All the blood and energy are disappearing.
Aging? Corrosion?
The Five Decline of Heaven and Man?
Tang Yan felt it for a moment, and there was a familiar feeling. He swung it fiercely, swallowed up the gray aura with green fire, and the Immortal Evolution Technique quickly restored his weakness and vitality.