Who said I practiced the exercises incorrectly?

Chapter 142: It's nothing, I'm not jealous at all!

Ning Yan walked quickly forward on the slightly rugged gray-yellow earth road.

Every step you take will raise a little dust on the ground.

Occasionally, you can see caravans transporting goods and independent warriors carrying weapons on the road.

Since leaving that tea stall, the scene along the way has become much more lively than before.

Compared to evil spirits and monsters, human warriors are more common.

If you think about it, this is actually normal.

Because the trade route is originally the safest route.

When people travel through the wilderness, they naturally tend to avoid danger. Over time, when the corresponding routes spread and more people walk on them, fixed trade routes will be formed.

Compared to other places in the wilderness, the danger of the trade route itself is already very low. In addition, the constant clearing back and forth by warriors as they pass through further reduces the danger level.

Basically, if there are no natural disasters such as the black-winged borer, or strange disasters such as the Light Gate Ghost City, the trade route should be the only choice for warriors to travel between cities.

Moreover, compared to the trade route near Qingcang, the closer to Fulong, the lower the frequency of the appearance of monsters and evil spirits on the trade route.

The reason is simple. There are many city forces and wilderness warriors around Fulong County.

These forces or warriors would usually travel along the trade route and go to Fulong to buy or sell resources.

Therefore, the business route on Fulong's side is more prosperous than that on Qingcang's side.

The closer you get to Fu Long, the more likely you are to see other warriors on the road.

Of course, the more frequently warriors appear and the fewer monsters and evil spirits there are, it does not mean that it is safer to travel.

Warriors themselves are a disaster.

Replacing the monsters and evil spirits were many rampant bandits, wild robbers and plunderers.

The harm caused by these people is even more terrifying than that caused by monsters and evil spirits.

Because they are human beings, they are intelligent and they know how to harm their own people more effectively and extract more benefits and value.

Therefore, walking on this increasingly bustling business road, Ning Yan became more vigilant and acted more carefully.

On the roads before, he would often run until his energy could no longer be replenished in time, with only about 20% to 30% left, and only then would he stop by the roadside to rest and recover his condition.

But after crossing the intersection of the tea shed, every time his vitality dropped to 50%, he would find a place to rest and would never let his condition weaken too much.

Among the many caravans he encountered here, the weakest members of many of the teams were experienced Qi Gathering warriors. As for those warriors who traveled independently, almost all of them were violent Qi warriors. In this short stretch alone, the number of violent Qi warriors he saw was more than ten times the number he had ever seen in his entire life.

It is hard to imagine how prosperous Fulong City is.

You must go and see it if you have the chance.

Ning Yan stopped under the shade of a tree, holding a gray water bag and gulping down water.

At first glance, there were actually quite a few warriors gathered under the shade of the trees on the side of the road.

These warriors were all wearing coarse linen clothes, which were torn and dirty in many places, and they had messy beards on their faces, making them look unkempt.

The only thing that stood out was the palace mark carved on the clothes on the back of them.

This is the [Academy], which is also a force of warriors.

The difference is that the academy rarely kills outsiders or competes with other forces for training resources.

Most warriors of this force like to study all kinds of strange problems in the world and often use themselves as experiments.

I heard from Senior Brother Wu that this is to study how long a violent warrior can hold his breath underwater.

Fifteen angry students in the academy suffocated themselves to death underwater.

Until the end they were unable to measure this time point.

It is said that this research is still ongoing...

So there is a reason why there are so few people in the academy.

The reason why the academy often appears in the wilderness is not because they are a wilderness force. In fact, their base camp is in Fulong City. There are many powerful people inside it. They are a real big force and are not something that ordinary wilderness forces can provoke or deal with.

Just to study all sorts of random problems, the warriors of the academy often go out in the wilderness, so that they are often mistaken for the forces of the wilderness. Over time, they become desperate and simply paint a palace on the back of everyone's clothes to avoid being questioned by random passers-by all day long.

At this moment, seeing these academy warriors gathered together, Ning Yan observed them with some curiosity.

Then I heard a series of discussions coming from inside:
"Don't you think it's strange that monsters have hair but humans don't? Humans are the most intelligent creatures on earth, so why don't we have hair?"

"Brother Kong, you are wrong. We humans also have hair on our bodies. We have hair on our heads, eyebrows on our eyebrows, armpits on our armpits, and even hair on our cheeks. How can you say we don't have hair?"

"How do you explain the lack of hair on other parts of your skin besides the ones you mentioned?"

"It's not that it's not long, right? It's just that the hair is too short and light, not as thick and long as that of monsters."

"So the question is, why is the hair in these places so short and light? On the contrary, other places like armpits have a lot of hair?"

"That's not necessarily true. I've heard that women have white tigers, which means they don't have hair down there. That means those places don't necessarily have hair."

"Have you seen a white tiger? How many white tigers have you seen? What percentage of women are white tigers? What is the reason for the difference between them? If you don't even understand these, how can you use them as a basis?"

"Brother Kong is right. I have to visit more women to study this. I hope they can cooperate with me."

"Back to the original question, why don't humans have hair on their bodies?"

"Of course it's because the monster has hair growing on its body."

Ok?
Everyone in the academy turned their heads and looked at Ning Yan who suddenly interrupted.

Regarding Ning Yan's answer, the crowd was not very angry, but just felt a little surprised.

The leader, an old man named Kong who was nearly two meters tall, looked him up and down and asked in a rather curious manner:

"May I ask this young friend, what is the explanation for what you just said?"

Ning Yan talked freely:
"I believe you all know that having hair on your body is actually very uncomfortable. If you don't take care of your hair regularly, it may breed insects, and it will be difficult to dissipate heat in the summer. Once it is damaged, you have to shave it off before you can deal with it. For us, hair is really an unnecessary thing, and unnecessary things will be gradually eliminated sooner or later.

But on the other hand, hair has its necessity. For example, hair can keep out the cold, protect the body, and some can even assist in swimming.

Regarding this mixed situation, we might not necessarily lose our hair, but fortunately, we are not the only ones with hair in this world. There are other monsters with hair. Since other monsters have hair, there is no need for us to have hair. When we need it, can't we just go to them and take it?"

When everyone heard this, they suddenly understood.

The old man surnamed Kong said to himself:
"It is precisely because humans do not have hair that they peel off the fur of other animals to make clothes for themselves. However, some powerful monsters are difficult to defeat, so they continue to practice, constantly strengthen their strength, and constantly subdue various monsters, thus becoming the spirit of all things."

"So, not growing hair is the reason why humans become stronger!"

"You're right!"

"exactly!"

"It's like an epiphany! It's like an epiphany!"

……

The warriors from the surrounding academy responded as if they had discovered a new theory. Their faces were all filled with excitement. Some even took up pens and quickly wrote down their thoughts on paper, fearing that they would miss this important discovery.

"Your insightful views have opened my eyes. I am now appointed as the student of the academy. My last name is Kong Buhai. Nice to meet you, fellow Taoist."

Have you upgraded to a fellow Taoist?
It is really a respectful title for this violent peak.

Ning Yan immediately gave his name in reply.

After the two sides exchanged pleasantries, Kong Buhai replied sternly:
"Fellow Daoist Ning, you have cleared up my doubts. I am very grateful. Our academy never owes anyone anything. You can ask us a few questions. If you can answer them, I will tell you everything I know."

When Ning Yan heard Kong Buhai's answer, he naturally knew the weight of this sentence.

For example, if they really tested how long a violent warrior could hold his breath underwater, it might be difficult for outsiders to know the specific results. But if he were to ask now, the other party would most likely tell him the answer that had been obtained at great cost.

If it were any other time, Ning Yan would be happy to discuss things with them in detail, but unfortunately he was in a hurry to save people, so everything was based on saving people.

Ning Yan immediately asked:

"May I ask how much do you know about the internal strife in Green Villa?"

Earlier at the tea shed, he borrowed a pot of fine wine and asked several passing warriors for information related to Green Villa.

However, disappointingly, the other party did not know the specific situation, and much of the information they knew was obtained from several disciples who escaped from Green Villa.

After escaping, those disciples quickly rushed to Fulong County. Now it is difficult to find them even if you want to.

Moreover, since they left, Chishuipo has gradually entered a stage of strict blockade. Once outsiders step in, they will be attacked and killed immediately.

Therefore, few people are close to the past now, and no one knows to what extent the situation inside has evolved.

After hearing Ning Yan's question, all the warriors in the academy looked at each other in confusion.

Kong Buhai said awkwardly:

"We are obsessed with studying various problems and don't have a particularly good understanding of the outside world. Fellow Daoist Ning, why don't you change the question?"

"Change the question..."

Ning Yan thought for a moment and asked again:
"So, do you know the power structure within Green Villa? How many people are angry?"

"Um, should we change it?"

"So Green Villa is close to those forces?"

"Change again."

……

Ning Yan asked a number of questions in succession, but Kong Buhai and the others all found it difficult to answer them.

For a moment, everyone's faces turned red with shame.

Not getting the answer he wanted, Ning Yan thought about it and simply wrote down a few distorted characters and asked:
"Do you know this word?"

"I know this!!"

A gray-haired old man immediately shouted:

“This is [Kurong Village]!”

"Ok?"

Ning Yan was suddenly a little surprised.

These characters came from the golden book with inscriptions found on Yin Juelin's ship.

The golden book was filled with strange, distorted characters that looked like another language of its own.

He had asked Senior Brother Wu and others for advice, but no one knew him.

I didn't expect that when I just wrote it casually, it would be recognized by the people in the academy.

Ning Yan quickly wrote down a few more characters:

"Do you recognize all of these?"

The gray-haired old man Peng Chun took a closer look and shook his head helplessly.

“I only recognize a few of these characters, and they were all taught to me by the same middle-aged warrior in exchange for asking me questions.

After that man taught me, he left. He carried a bronze sword like you. You two look alike in swords."

"What question did he ask you?"

"He asked me if I saw a woman, and then asked me how to get to Yin Jue Lin. It looked like he was chasing someone. If I didn't want to learn some new knowledge, I wouldn't bother to tell him."

Yin Jue Lin? Hunting?

Ning Yan frowned and thought.

Judging from what was found in Yin Jue Lin, that man was most likely killed.

But his inheritance was not taken away, and maybe the woman he was chasing was also dead.

Is there any relationship between this and the [Kurong Village] mentioned in the Golden Book of Inscriptions?
What are their identities? Why are they fighting each other?

"correct."

Peng Chun seemed to remember something and quickly replied:

"I almost forgot to mention that the middle-aged warrior and the woman he was chasing were both in the state of entering the realm of strength."

hiss!
For a moment, Ning Yan felt his scalp tingling.

It seems that the value of the inscribed golden book and the small golden seal is far beyond his imagination.

This is the relic of a warrior who has reached the highest level of martial arts!

At this time, Kong Buhai, the academic recorder of the academy, also spoke slowly:

"If I remember correctly, these characters should be the secret text of the Lingzhi Sect."

"The secret text of the Spiritual Plant Sect?"

Kong Buhai nodded and said:

“Many top sects with a long history will construct a set of special secret texts that are unique to them, which are used to write their own martial arts manuals to prevent them from being leaked.

Basically, the higher the level of the sect disciple, the more secret characters he or she will master. Unless you are an important member such as a core disciple or an elder who transmits skills, it is often difficult to figure out all the characters.

Therefore, even if you get their martial arts manuals, it will still be difficult to decipher the martial arts if you can't catch someone who is important enough."

There are actually such confidentiality measures?
Ning Yan was shocked for a moment, but after thinking about it, he felt that it made sense.

However, in this case, the golden book with inscriptions in his hand would probably be a long way from being deciphered.

According to the cultivation level of the middle-aged warrior, he would be unable to decipher the golden book of inscriptions unless he captured a disciple of the Lingzhi Sect who was at the Ru Jin level.

"That's all."

"It's just a golden book with inscriptions. It's not worth picking on such a strong opponent."

"If there is a chance to decipher the Golden Book in the future, that would be great. If there is no chance, that's fine too."

"Even if it contains a martial art of Ru Jin level, once I reach Ru Jin level, I can easily publish hundreds of copies for him."

"Nothing, I'm not jealous at all!"

Ning Yan forced himself to suppress the jealousy that was rising in his heart.

Then he asked everyone for some information and talked about some trivial matters of the academy and Fulong. When he had almost recovered, he said goodbye to everyone and continued to move forward.

Not long after, his stomach felt a little bloated. After thinking for a while, Ning Yan crawled into a patch of weeds.

He glanced at the weeds in front of him, specifically found a spot where the grass was not growing well, took out the faucet, and watered it vigorously.

I believe that with his watering, this underdeveloped weed should be able to quickly sprout up and grow as big as its surrounding companions.

"Huh? Is it raining?"

Suddenly, a doubtful voice came from the weeds.

"No, why is the rain so salty?!"

Then the voice turned into an angry shout:

"Who the hell peed on my head?!"

Ning Yan pulled up his pants and looked at the head that suddenly popped out of the ground, his face suddenly confused.

how?

Did I piss all over this grass?

No matter how nutritious it is, there is no need to do this.

"You're the one peeing on my head, aren't you?!"

"Don't you even check if there's anyone on the ground when you pee?!"

A fleshy head, covered with wet mud and dewy grass, with an expression of extreme anger.

At this time, Ning Yan finally realized who this person was.

This must be the warrior from the Maishen Sect.

Rumor has it that the practice of the Buried Body Sect requires burying the body underground, with only the head left above ground. Excretion and other things are done in the ground, and eating and drinking are all done with the mouth. Low-level warriors need to be fed by someone special, while high-level warriors can just rely on their mouths to hunt in the wild. They can swallow anything from medicinal herbs to roots and rhizomes to monster eggs in one gulp.

Looks a lot like a burrowing dog.

And this is indeed the case.

It is said that only after killing a burrowing dog will the disciples of the sect be qualified to enter the underground to practice. Otherwise, they are just unqualified disciples and cannot be considered true disciples.

After understanding the inside story, Ning Yan felt very annoyed when looking at that angry boiled egg head.

Who the hell knew that you would hide in the bushes to practice?
Wouldn't you stay in a more conspicuous place?
And you don’t even have a sign nearby.

Who can you blame for being peed on?
Fortunately, I haven’t pooped yet today, otherwise you would go crazy on the spot, right?

Ning Yan kindly advised:

"Okay, okay, I know you're feeling wronged, I promise I won't pee here next time.

But you guys are really something. You stay in the fields all day long, so at least divide the area and put up a sign or something to remind outsiders.

What will you do if you encounter a warrior like me who breaks in next time?"

"What should I do? I want you to die!"

The boiled egg warrior roared and charged forward, swimming madly towards him from underground like a bulldozer. The solid grass was like lake water and could not pose any obstacle to him at all.

When he got close, he opened his mouth wide and was about to bite Ning Yan's calf.

With a "puff", Ning Yan stepped on it.

He stepped on the rising boiled egg head and pushed it into the ground on the spot.

The boiled egg head fell into the ground, then popped out from the side and bit Ning Yan's heel hard.

Ning Yan stepped on it again.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

……

A series of stomping made the dumb guy dizzy.

At last he uttered a loud roar:
"Ahhh! Outsiders are bullying me! Brothers, come and help me!!"

As the words spread.

With a few "gurgle" sounds, heads popped up from the grass.

"What's the matter? I slept well."

"Brother Zhou seems to have been stepped on."

"How dare you step on the heads of our Maishin Sect?!"

"Don't be afraid, Junior Brother! Let me help you!"

……

In an instant, heads came one after another to surround Ning Yan and kill him.

What the hell!

Looking at the heads all over the floor, Ning Yan was instantly shocked. He had never encountered such a fighting style in his entire life.

Considering that the conflict between the two parties was somewhat ridiculous, he did not kill them.

Ning Yan stomped his feet frantically in the middle of the field, stomping his feet hard, stomping his feet as hard as if he was tap dancing with his mother.

Every time a foot landed, a head would fall on it.

Then another head popped up.

For some reason it gave him the illusion of playing whack-a-mole.

But the more you fight these moles, the more they appear and the stronger they become, until in the end they even reach their peak of fury.

Ning Yan had no choice but to run away in panic.

Not until they had escaped for more than ten miles did the group of warriors from the Maishen Sect give up the pursuit.

It's really fucking weird. It can swim so fast on the ground. If you don't know, you would think it's a gopher spirit.

Ning Yan stood on a huge rock, cursing.

After resting for about a quarter of an hour, when his energy was almost recovered, Ning Yan stepped down from the rock and continued to move forward.

On the following journey, he met all kinds of warriors, including a warrior from the Sleeping Sect who was lying on his side on the ground practicing sleeping skills, a warrior from the Pure White Sect who had painted his whole body snow-white, a warrior from the Bull Demon Sect who had double horns on his heads and pressed his wives down to fight each other, and so on.

In addition, there are many strange and bizarre independent martial artists, such as those who roll in the mud to practice mud body skills, those who hang their necks on trees with iron chains to practice snake neck skills, those who pop out iron claws in their hands to practice iron claw skills, and so on.

The various warriors and their extraordinary skills really opened Ning Yan's eyes.

"The world is so colorful. I really underestimated everyone in the world."

Looking at a group of warriors who were fishing with their jigs, Ning Yan couldn't help but feel emotional.

The trade road ahead branches off to the right. If you continue along this fork, you will reach Chishui Lake, which many people avoid.

Considering that Chishui Lake may have been blocked by Chen Xiong's enemies, it is not an easy task to enter it and accurately find the whereabouts of Chen Xiong and others.

It would be best to find out who the enemies of Chen Xiong and his men are, and then it might be easier to search back along the way.

Thinking of this, Ning Yan couldn't help but look towards the lush forest nearby.

He walked straight to a big tree with a thick waist and took out a square wooden box the size of a palm from his pocket.

When the square wooden box was opened, there were densely packed black bugs jumping around inside. Each one was the size of a finger joint and was fat.

Ning Yan handed the box to the big tree.

With a "creaky" sound, the big tree suddenly shook.

A pair of clear black and white eyes suddenly opened on the dark green tree.

Below the eyes, a mouth also opened.

It grabbed his box with its big mouth and lifted it up, and all the bugs in the box immediately went into his mouth.

"Crunch." "Crunch."

Chewing non-stop.

After swallowing it all, the face on the tree asked in an extremely slow voice:
"You. Want. To. Know. What?"

The big tree in front of you, or rather the entire dense forest, belongs to the Wanmu Sect.

The Wanmu Sect is an extremely special sect. The techniques they practice require them to select a special spiritual tree, which they carefully care for and cultivate. When the tree grows to a certain size, they plant themselves next to the tree. Gradually, the two merge into one, becoming indistinguishable between the two.

Afterwards, the spirit trees grew bigger and bigger, and their strength became stronger and stronger, and finally they could move around in the form of tree men.

There is no doubt that the Wanmu Sect's skills have considerable flaws. For example, one cannot move the spirit tree at will before it is fully grown, and one must be careful of various tree disasters after merging with the spirit tree.

However, the reputation of Wanmu Sect in the wilderness is not inferior to that of large sects such as Taotie Sect. This is because once the disciples of this sect decide to fight to the death, they can burn the spirit tree and consume decades of resources to unleash a terrifying blow far beyond their own realm.

Ordinary Qi gathering can kill a violent warrior.

Not to mention that there are more than a dozen violent people in this sect.

Among them there was one who was extremely angry.

Therefore, warriors from outside rarely come to provoke them.

Instead, they often use feeding as a condition to ask them all kinds of questions.

After all, they stand on the roadside all day long, and rarely anything that happens on the business road escapes their eyes and ears.

The insects in Ning Yan's hand were bought from a warrior in the tea shed before.

Hearing the question from the Wanmu Sect disciples, Ning Yan immediately asked:
"Red Water Lake is nearby. I want to know the current situation of Green Villa."

The Wanmu Sect disciple slowly replied:
"Wu Dalang's group was attacked by Cao Dalang's group."

"After the faction suffered a severe blow, they hid in the innermost part of the villa."

“It’s difficult to break through in a short period of time.”

"Wu Dalang's faction sent out disciples to ask Fu Long for help."

"Cao Dalang's faction sent people to hunt him down along the way."

"I don't know if I can succeed in asking for help."

The Wanmu Sect disciple spoke intermittently for nearly three minutes.

Even with Ning Yan's patience, he could hardly bear it.

However, he also understood that this should be the sequelae of the other party's practice of the Tree Melting Technique.

Except for eating, drinking or being attacked, their entire reaction becomes very slow.

Ning Yan continued to ask:
"Has the red tide of Chishui Lake risen?"

"not yet."

"Then have you ever seen Chen Xiong from Green Villa come out?"

"I didn't see him. Come out."

"Who are the enemies involved in the attack on Green Villa?"

"Three hills, two slopes, eighteen thieves."

Hearing his intermittent answer, Ning Yan understood instantly.

There are eighteen thieves on three hills and two slopes. No wonder Chen Xiong and others asked for help.

According to Senior Brother Wu, this was a group of bandits that were rampant near the trade route.

The eighteen thieves leading the group are all extremely violent, and the top two are at the peak of their powers.

Each of them also has many Qi-gathering bandits under his command.

With so many bandits, let alone sending out all of them, even if only one-third of them came, Chen Xiong and his four companions would not be able to hold on.

Ning Yan was worried and quickly rushed along the fork in the road towards Chishuipo.

Even as his figure moved far away, the face on the tree continued to open and close its mouth:
"...and the Bear Eagle Gate."

"The Ten Thousand Poisons Snake Manor."

"Bull Demon Sect."

……

Running quickly along the narrow and rugged path, Ning Yan soon saw a small lake, like a light blue jade, falling among the mountains not far away.

This is Chishui Lake. Chishui has two meanings. One is to describe the large area of ​​red reeds growing by the lake. The other is that when a red tide composed of poisonous insects rises in the lake, the entire lake will turn red.

There are many strange fish and ferocious beasts living in the Red Water Lake. Even a violent warrior can be swallowed by them if he is not careful.

In addition, the reeds along the lake are actually poisonous strains that will automatically emit a poisonous gas. Warriors will not have any problems in the short term if they are in it, but over time, their vitality will often stagnate, their bodies will become limp and powerless, and they will eventually faint and die.

The good thing right now is that the red tide has not yet appeared and there are no large numbers of poisonous insects gathered in the lake, otherwise this rescue trip would probably be even more difficult.

Ning Yan stood in the mountains and looked down, but did not see the figures of Chen Xiong and others.

At the same time, he had never seen the figures of the Eighteen Thieves.

Could it be that Chen Xiong and the others have already escaped?

"No matter what, I want to see the person alive or the body dead."

"If you're alive, that's great."

"If he dies, a group of people will have to be dragged down to be buried with him!"

Ning Yan's eyes were cold. He took out a breath-retaining insect from the bottle and crushed it to death on the spot.

An invisible breath spread out, and he immediately started to practice the scent-smelling technique.

To be honest, he was not sure whether the Scent of Fragrance could lock the opponent's position.

After all, this technique was very susceptible to interference, but he came in a hurry and did not bring any scent-seeking bees with him, so he could only try the smelling technique first.

As the spell was put into operation, Ning Yan's sense of smell seemed to be magnified dozens of times in an instant, and all kinds of messy smells in the mountains rushed into his nose.

The smell of grass, animal urine, poison, earth, and rotting corpses...

"Oh my god, every time I use it, I get so excited!"

Ning Yan shook his head, feeling that he had been attacked by biological weapons again.

He rested for a while, and waited until he had roughly adapted to the smell in the air, before he began to distinguish the one that was similar to the smell of the breath-retaining insect among the many smells.

As the air swayed, he could vaguely sense an extremely delicate breath.

"found it!"

Ning Yan's eyes couldn't help but light up slightly.

He did not delay at all, fearing that the wind would blow away the breath in the next second, and hurriedly went in the direction where the breath came from.

With a few quick moves, he passed through the dense weeds and quickly approached Chishui Lake.

Finally, we came to a messy place.

Then I saw three bodies lying among the exposed rocks.

The breath faintly fell on one person.

Ning Yan recognized him immediately; that man was none other than Sun Liangjie, the yellow-faced Qi-gathering cultivator who was obsessed with Xiao Xiangjun.

It's a pity that Senior Brother Wu was planning to take revenge on Xiao Xiangjun for him. Who could have thought that he would die tragically in this place? !
There were two other people around, who worked hard to plant Ah Hua's freckled Qi-gathering room Dapeng, but had the enemy's flat-headed Qi-gathering room Guo Huailiang snatched away by their teammates.

These are all good brothers who have shared the hardships with him!

But now they all died tragically in this place!

There wasn't even anyone to help them collect their bodies!
Ning Yan was filled with grief and anger, his heart filled with unprecedented rage.

He walked quickly forward, ready to carry the three bodies, hide them in the crevices of the mountains, and sprinkle insect repellent and deodorizing powder on them to prevent them from being taken away by wild animals. He would return to bury them properly.

However, just as he lifted up Sun Liangjie's body, there was a "bang" and thick purple smoke suddenly exploded under his body. Ning Yan was not paying attention and inhaled a lot of it.

He staggered back a few steps, feeling his eyes were dazzled and his throat was burning and choking.

At this moment, seven or eight figures suddenly walked out from the dense weeds not far away.

Upon seeing Ning Yan's performance, a gray-clothed man couldn't help but chuckle:

"How is it? Old Seventeen, is my strategy of waiting for the rabbit to come to you okay?"

"Is it possible?!"

Baoqi, who was wearing bronze gloves, replied with disdain:
“Originally, you said that if you buried the fire poison powder in them, it would definitely be able to poison Chen Xiong’s two brats to death. After all, they have a deep brotherly love, and they will definitely come back to collect the bodies of their junior brothers when they have time. For this reason, you specially left a hole in the encirclement.

You saw the result. Chen Xiong and Fan Sizhong didn't come at all. We only caught an outsider who was at the peak of Qi Condensation. What the hell is there to be proud of? I don't even bother to say anything to you!"

"Don't you understand this?"

Old Fourteen smiled slightly, not without complacency:
"This Qi Condensation Peak is obviously the foreign aid invited by Wu Dalang. If we catch him, we can naturally interrogate the situation of the reinforcements, and then notify all parties and arrange people to ambush in advance. Isn't this much better than catching Chen Xiong and the other two?"

"That makes a lot of sense. Why don't you interrogate him quickly? I'm afraid if we delay any longer, this kid will be poisoned to death."

"Poison to death? Who are you looking down on?!"

Ning Yan opened his eyes, his gaze was cold:
"You want to use this inferior poison to kill me?!"

"Who gave you the guts to use my brother's body to set a trap?!"

By the end, his voice turned into a roar.

When the roar sounded, Ning Yan had already rushed towards the two violent men on the opposite side.

Seeing this scene, Old Fourteen and Old Seventeen couldn't help but look stunned.

Fire Poison Powder is a highly toxic substance that can kill even violent people.

As for gathering Qi, once you are poisoned, it will be difficult to even save you.

So they only planned to interrogate the other party to get some information before he died suddenly.

But who could have thought that this guy was so fierce and didn't look like he was poisoned at all.

Could it be that the poisons distributed to them by Wan Du Ming Snake Manor were actually fake?

It’s not as great as they say?

"Damn it, how dare you lie to me!"

"You almost ruined my important plan!"

"I must have a good talk with those guys later!"

Old Fourteen threw all the remaining fire poison powder in his pocket to the ground, his face full of anger as if he had been teased.

Facing the rushing Ning Yan, they didn't care at all.

He was just a person at the peak of Qi Gathering, but he didn't take the opportunity to escape, but instead attacked them?

This is not bravery, this is stupidity!

The two angry men didn't even bother to pay attention and directly handed over the handling of Ning Yan to their subordinates.

Two people at the peak of Qi Gathering plus four senior people at the peak of Qi Gathering, rushed forward with sinister smiles on their faces.

Not to mention the mere peak of Qi Gathering.

Even the poisoned violent ones had been surrounded and killed by them before.

How could this person have the courage to rush up?
The six people deployed their formation and instantly attacked Ning Yan.

Be it sharp claws, powerful fists, short spikes, or daggers... each one carries an extremely cold and terrifying murderous intent.

Facing the deadly attacks from everyone, Ning Yan punched down without any fancy moves.

"Kun Yun Fist!"

In an instant, a terrifying storm formed on the field and madly crushed towards the people in front.

The few people who were gathering Qi only had time to change their expressions before they suffered unimaginable heavy losses in an instant.

The two on the left and right sides were better off, they just had many cuts on their bodies and were rolling on the ground in pain.

The four people near the middle were instantly shattered into countless pieces of blood and meat by this punch.

Blood and flesh splashed towards the opposite side.

Even though the two violent guys reacted in time, they were still mostly soaked.

Feeling the unpleasant fishy stench and the wet and sticky feeling all over their bodies, the two violent men were stunned for a moment, and then immediately became furious.

"How brave!"

"Deserves to be killed!"

As the words fell, the two men with great momentum rushed towards Ning Yan at the same time.

"Twelve turns of burning and combining!"

Facing the attack from the two, Ning Yan did not dodge at all and smashed his fist into the violent man in gray.

In an instant, the gray-clothed violent man felt as if he was hit by a huge hammer. His chest instantly shattered, his back bulged upwards, his eyes bulged out, and his face was full of disbelief.

At the same time, another furious man wearing bronze boxing gloves punched Ning Yan's right shoulder hard, and his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhole.

This terrifying punch, which was enough to shatter half of the body, only tore the opponent's clothes. Even his body shape was not shaken at all, as if it had hit a mountain.

Is this really a peak Qi Condensation Master, rather than a peak Qi Rage Master? !
Old Seventeen looked puzzled.

"It was fun to fight, right?"

Ning Yan sneered:
"It's my turn."

A lightning-fast punch suddenly flew forward, and Old Seventeen's expression suddenly changed, and he retreated frantically.

"Avoid it!"

Standing in front of the rock, Old Seventeen felt extremely fortunate.

The next second, a series of bone-breaking sounds came from the chest.

"Do not--!"

He opened his mouth and spat out a blood mist containing fragments of internal organs, and his body slid down softly along the rock.

His eyes were wide open and he died with his eyes open.

"call out!"

"Crack crack crack!"

A whistling sound suddenly came.

The sky was filled with sparkling fireworks.

The dark purple smoke continued to rise from below.

Ju Qi, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, looked at Ning Yan and grinned cruelly:

"You can't escape. The Fifth Master and his men will be here soon. Just wait for death!"

"So you brought signal fireworks?"

Ning Yan suddenly realized:

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"If you had said so earlier, I would have put it up for you."

As he spoke, he took out several signal fireworks from the bodies of Lao Shisi and others and set them all off.

One firework after another exploded with a whistling sound, and the thick smoke seemed to turn into a column of smoke.

Looking at the column of smoke, Dying Qi's eyes suddenly became filled with fear.

With his last bit of strength, he shouted hoarsely:
“Don’t pass—!”

"Pfft!"

Ning Yan slowly put down his broken head, his eyes were cold, and he said calmly:
"Don't scare my fish."

(End of this chapter)