Qian Dajiang divided the contents of the storage bag into five parts, one for each of the others. Tong Yan also received ten spiritual stones, a defensive formation disk, an attack formation disk, and twenty talismans with various functions.
, there is also a low-price magic sword, three yuan of magic formulas recording basic skills, and a dozen yuan of elixirs with unknown functions.
They were all useful items. Apparently, in order to stay at the exit, they had specially replaced the spirit stones with combat equipment.
After dividing the things, they continued to walk towards the exit. Tong Yan and the others came out in about a quarter of an hour.
There were some people waiting sporadically in the open space at the exit. It looked like the temporary territory of various powers.
They walked to the open space aside, and Qian Dajiang took Tao Ying and the others to say goodbye to Tong Yan.
When she left, Tao Ying said to her: "Friend Tong Dao, my home is in Fengcheng in front, at No. 9, Third Street in the south of the city. You are welcome to come to me at any time."
Tong Yan looked at her in surprise and said dryly, "...Thank you Tao Taoist fellow for your kindness. If you pass by Fengcheng, I will definitely pay you a visit."
Tao Ying smiled, leaned next to her and whispered, "Do you dare not kill someone, Taoist Tong, because it's your first time? It was the same when I killed someone for the first time. But I'm curious that you are practicing at the sixth level of qi, but you don't seem to be able to kill someone."
Know how to use spiritual power."
Although the power of Tong Yan's body can operate automatically, she would not think of attaching the power to a weapon, which made Tao Ying a little confused.
Seeing that Tong Yan's expression was wrong, he hurriedly said: "I don't mean any harm, I'm just curious."
Seeing that Tao Ying was still talking to Tong Yan, Qian Dajiang urged: "A Ying, we have to leave."
"Come right away." Tao Ying replied, and then quickly said to Tong Yan: "Fengcheng is the city of immortal cultivation closest to Jian Sect. In three months, Jian Sect will hold the triennial recruitment conference. Your sword skills
Yes, you can go and have a look, maybe there is a chance to become an inner disciple, I have finished saying this and will leave first."
After Tao Ying finished speaking, she didn't wait for Tong Yan's reaction and walked back to Qian Dajiang in a few steps, "Uncle Qian, I'm fine and I can go."
Qian Dajiang looked at Tong Yan, frowned and said, "Why did you ask her to go to Fengcheng to find you?"
Tao Ying: "Young Daoist Tong is not only a physical practitioner but also a sword practitioner, and I guess she has good talent."
Qian Dajiang was a little surprised. Monks usually major in one type, such as law cultivation, sword cultivation, music cultivation, physical cultivation or Buddhist cultivation, and at most they can minor in one type of formation or alchemy skills. There are very few people who major in two types of attacks.
try.
People who do this will most likely give up one of the techniques and major in one of them because they advance slowly.
"I advised her to attend the Sword Sect's disciple recruitment meeting. If she becomes an inner disciple of the Sword Sect, it would be a good thing for us to be friends with her," Tao Ying said.
In fact, it's because Tao Ying has a very fond impression of Tong Yan, who has a cute loli appearance.
With a baby-fat face and a pair of bright eyes, he looked particularly harmless.
After hearing this, Qian Dajiang stopped saying anything and asked the two of them to leave.
After they left, Tong Yan found a place with a wide view and squatted there. After studying for a while, he placed a defensive array at his feet and began to study the jade notes on the magic formula.
Three days passed by in a flash. During this period, Tong Yan in the defensive formation, except for occasionally paying attention to whether there was Su Mu among the people coming out of the exit, spent the rest of the time studying spiritual power techniques non-stop.
But until the secret realm was closed on the last day, Su Mu was nowhere to be seen.
Tong Yan was anxious and couldn't help but wonder, could it be that Su Mu was in danger inside and... died?
After thinking about it, he immediately denied it. It was impossible. From his face to his IQ, Su Mu was an existence that would scorn a lot of people. The person who took the script for the second male lead (the first male actor was naturally Senior Brother Xiao), said he died in it.
, Tong Yan would never believe it.
After the secret realm was closed, all the forces at the exit had almost left, and there were only a few monks left on the site.
Tong Yan put away the formation disk and walked towards the entrance of the secret realm. He stood in the most conspicuous place and looked around, hoping that Su Mu was hiding in some corner and could run out when he saw her.
But she stood for a long time, so long that Tong Yan's heart slowly sank.
A monk passing by in the distance stepped on something, then bent down to pick up the thing under his feet.
The male cultivator looked at the things in his hands and said, "What an exquisite wooden horse. It's a pity that it's an ordinary thing and one of its legs is broken."
Tong Yan looked subconsciously and saw that the wooden horse in the monk's hand was only half the size of a palm. Its body was black and it looked like a running horse. Every detail was carved lifelike.
Tong Yan recognized it. It was a birthday gift she gave to Su Mu four years ago. Since she gave it to him, Su Mu has been carrying it with her because it is small and exquisite.
She rushed to the male cultivator and said urgently: "Fellow Taoist, can you show me what you have in your hand? This seems to be my...friend's belongings."
When the male cultivator saw her approaching, he took a step back in shock, looked at Tong Yan's anxious face, and then threw the thing over, "If you want to see it, I'll give it to you."
"Thank you, fellow Taoist." Tong Yan caught the wooden horse and looked at the wooden horse. It was dusty and one of its front legs seemed to have been trampled off.
"Do you know which sect previously occupied this open space?"
Male cultivator: "It's Jian Zong. Haven't you been here at the entrance? Didn't you see the person standing here wearing the black costume of Jian Zong?"
"When I came out of the secret realm, the people from the Sword Sect seemed to have left, so I didn't see them. I would like to thank my fellow Taoist for informing me and I will take my leave now." Tong Yan left in a hurry after saying this.
Black clothes. She remembered that the group of people left early this morning. If Su Mu's things were dropped here, does it mean that he appeared here? She didn't find Su Mu. Could it be that he was taken away by people from Jianzong?
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Tong Yan ran a few meters away and then fell back. He pulled the male cultivator and asked, "If I'm going to trouble you fellow Taoist, please tell me how to get to the Sword Sect."
"Hey... go north, north, north." The male cultivator was a little impatient at being harassed again and again, but seeing Tong Yan's humbly asking for advice, he pointed directly in the direction without any hesitation.
"Thank you, fellow Taoist." Tong Yan ran away again.
"I didn't have ten words to say, and I just said thank you three times. This little girl..." The male cultivator touched his head and left.
Tong Yan increased his speed to the extreme and headed north. Apart from some cheap monsters, there was not even a single person along the way.
Tong Yan, who had been running for a long time before returning to her senses, slowed down. She had forgotten that most cultivation sects have large aircraft. With her two legs, she could catch up with the speed of others throwing money at them.
She simply knew that Su Mu might have gone to Jian Zong, and there was at least one target for her to find, so she was not in a hurry to catch up with Jian Zong's people right away.
However, Tong Yan, who was heading towards Jian Zong, did not expect that the wooden horse had one of its legs broken by someone, so the wooden horse might not have been in the position of Jian Zong from the beginning...
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Tong Yan has been walking along the periphery of this forest for ten days. Because of her research on spiritual power and magic techniques in the past few days, she can already cast these spells smoothly.
Tong Yan still doesn't know some common sense spells because there are no spells for her to learn.
While on the road, Tong Yan familiarized himself with his spells on cheap monsters. When he was hungry, he would roast some rabbit meat or eat a Bigu Pill.
One Bigu Pill can at least prevent a monk from eating for a week. Among the trophies Qian Dajiang gave her, there were only five Bigu Pills.
The mountain gate of Jianzong is still far away, and there are only three left, which may not be enough.
Tong Yan could already see the boundary of the forest. Before going out, she felt that she should take a shower and take care of herself. God knew that the only difference between her and the cavemen now was that she did not speak their language.
I walked along the stream to a slightly secluded place, observed the surroundings with my consciousness, and made sure that there would be no emergencies before I took off my clothes and took a bath.
I washed my clothes while taking a shower, and then used magic to float the wet clothes in the air, waiting for the cool breeze of the valley to dry them.
Tong Yan lay leisurely in the water, watching the clothes dry little by little. She was extremely envious of these monks. These little spells were used in life, and it couldn't be more wonderful. Who knows that she was lazy and in the late stage of cancer every time she washed clothes and shoes?
When I was there, I wanted to throw away all the dirty things.
After his clothes were dry, Tong Yan quickly changed them and planned to continue walking upstream. Then, after walking about ten steps, he suddenly noticed a faint breath nearby.
What's going on! Why didn't she notice this aura at first? It was rare for this person to come? Or was he several levels higher than her, so that's why she didn't notice it?
Tong Yan's heart was a little broken. She had finished washing and then realized that someone had seen everything that should be seen and shouldn't be seen.
"Who is there!?" She got angry and rushed towards the hiding place of the man. If she was really peeking, whether he was a human or a ghost, she had to know who this man was. If she couldn't defeat him today, she would still write down the account book.
Even if I come back in the next year, my revenge won’t be complete!
However, the scene after passing through the grass seemed different from Tong Yan's imagination.
I saw a man in black lying on the grass. The blood flowing from his body flowed on the leaves and soaked the ground beneath him.
The smell of blood attracted the surrounding low-level monsters, but they seemed to be afraid of the man in black's momentum and did not dare to step forward.
The monster didn't leave for a long time, waiting for the man to take his last breath and then devour his flesh and blood.
You must know that the monk's body, which is rich in spiritual energy, is a great tonic for monsters.
Tong Yan quickly used magic techniques to eliminate most of the monsters, and the remaining ones escaped without her pursuing them.
She slowly approached the man in black and placed her eyes on him, wary of his sudden violence.
However, Tong Yan didn't move until Tong Yan squatted down next to him. She looked at the stab wound on the chest of the man in black. This was the most fatal stab wound. The wound was so deep that one could almost see the internal organs inside.
"Do one good deed a day (0/1) and receive the mission." Tong Yan sprinkled the golden sore medicine he brought from the lower world on the wound while dubbing the game for his own entertainment.
As a homebody, how can I spend a long day without some entertainment and imagination? Games are Tong Yan’s daily pastime.
The knife wound on his chest quickly formed a scar under the medicinal powder. Tong Yan turned his attention away from the wound and looked at other wounds on his body.
"It is said that the world of cultivation is full of beauties. The ancients would not deceive me."
She has a thin waist and long legs, and at first glance she is two meters long when she is lying on the ground. "I love this appearance, brother, I will save you!"
Tong Yan dug out all the elixirs in the storage bag, picked them up, and then put all the elixirs aside as well as some elixirs with unknown effects, but they were definitely not poisons.
Even if the man in black turned his head to one side and could only see a quarter of his face, Tong Yan could imagine that this man must be very good-looking from the front.
Tong Yan bent down, intending to move his head upright, and said silently: "First of all, I didn't mean to take advantage of you. I touched your face to save you."
As soon as the front view came into view, Tong Yan realized that being extremely good-looking was nothing. It was not enough to describe half of this person's elegance.
The slanting handsome eyebrows are as sharp as swords, the three-dimensional bridge of the nose, the lightly pressed thin lips, and the sharp-edged contours. He is cold, aloof and solemn yet powerful. It is not difficult to imagine that under those tightly closed eyes, there must be a pair of eagles.
Such sharp eyes.
Tong Yan stared for a few seconds before coming back to his senses. He quickly stuffed the pills into his mouth, then checked other visible wounds on his body, and stopped only after making sure that the medicine had been applied to stop the bleeding.
"I have given you all the useful elixirs. Whether you can survive depends on whether you can survive it." Tong Yan also knew that his own were low-level elixirs, which did not help the man in black's injuries much.
Tong Yan looked at his chapped lips, then stood up and placed a defensive array to protect him. Then he walked a little upstream of the creek, retrieved clean water and fed it to his mouth, then sat next to him and guarded him.
After a long time, perhaps the elixir took effect and began to slowly repair the wounds of the man in black. However, there was a strong force wrapped around the wound, which continued to consume the effectiveness of the elixir. The tearing pain from the force stimulated him. Tong Yan
I saw his body moving, but he didn't wake up.
"Hey, fellow Taoist, are you awake?" Tong Yan called out a few times tentatively. The man didn't open his eyes and quickly stopped moving. He just frowned and endured the pain.
Tong Yan looked at the black energy wrapped around the wound, without thinking of the black energy that he could control. After glancing at the unconscious man in black, Tong Yan began to slowly mobilize his power to respond to the black energy in the wound.
Then introduce it into your body.
Sure enough, this black energy seemed to come from the same origin. Not only did it not affect her at all, it could also be manipulated at will. After the black energy left the wound, the elixir began to work, slowly repairing the wound.
Tong Yan was overjoyed and continued to absorb the black energy from other wounds until only one leg was left.
The next moment, murderous intent emerged, and an unstoppable sword energy shot towards Tong Yan.
Because the attack was too close, the unprepared Tong Yan only had time to dodge to the side and hurriedly avoided the vital point, allowing his left shoulder to receive the sword energy, leaving a deep wound.
Tong Yan's whole body trembled in pain, and his pale face looked at the person lying on the ground in disbelief, "You...you and I saved you, and you killed me the first second you woke up!!!"
What a crazy villain she saved, who repaid kindness with revenge!
"...Demon cultivator, kill!" The man in black said coldly, and the sword energy came out from his hand and attacked Tong Yan again.
Not to mention that Tong Yan's level was not as good as that of the man in black. Due to the pressure of the level and the injury, her dodge movements were slowed down by half a beat, and she could hardly dodge this sword.
But the man in black was seriously injured, and he just relied on some low-level elixirs given by Tong Yan. His sword seemed to be weak, and the sword energy that should have been slashed towards the neck fell on him, neither light nor heavy.
Tong Yan's back.
Tong Yan, who was injured again, was angry and resentful. How could she blindly save such a person and lose her good face in vain?
With his life in danger, Tong Yan had no time to think about anything else. After being stabbed in the back, he quickly ran away in one direction without looking back.
The man in black, who sensed the demonic energy and attacked instinctively, slowly regained some consciousness after hearing Tong Yan's voice, and then recovered most of his strength in time before the killing move was launched.
He raised his head in confusion and looked at the person speaking opposite. She was a low-priced nun. She was covered in blood. She glared at him angrily and ran away.
"...cough." The man in black grunted, inserted the sword blade into the ground to stabilize his body, tried his best to set up the array as quickly as possible, took the elixir, and then lost consciousness.