After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 162 161. Dragon Elephant Nine Bloods, Fire Worship Sect (8.7K words - thanks to the leader of the book friend "Midnight Lanz")

Next to Jianmen Gate in Nanwu.
The flying chariot is in the air.

One person, one chariot, waiting quietly.

The young man in the chariot stretched his body leisurely, making every part of his body feel relaxed and happy. From time to time, he grabbed the pot of wine beside him and took a sip.

The wine jug is made entirely of black jade, and the wine inside often emits a faint cold mist, which is cold when you smell it, icy when it goes down your throat, and turns into a fierce knife that twists your internal organs when it enters your stomach.

“Godfather is right, he drinks a cup of ordinary tea, but that tea is not ordinary.

But if I drink it, it's just ordinary.

Therefore, people of my level can only drink this kind of fine wine to appreciate its flavor. "

Song Yan drank and chatted with Aunt Xi outside the chariot.

Aunt Xi grinned and said, "There's still some good wine. Let's go grab it when we get a chance."

Song Yan was stunned and asked: "Why do we have to rob? Are we that kind of people?"

He snorted coldly and said, “In this land, no matter what I take, it’s to show respect to him and to give him face.

If he doesn't want this face, then teach him well, let him know more about reason and right and wrong, so that he won't suffer a big loss in the future."

Auntie Xi:.
She couldn't help but turn her fat face to the side and glance at the young man behind the curtain.

Song Yan continued with an emotional tone: "Ah, as early as in Kuching, I heard of the fame of this young lady Yu, who was said to be the most beautiful lady in Kuching in the past hundred years.

To be honest with you, Aunt Xi, I think about her five out of ten days before going to bed.

Think about how beautiful her face is, how long her legs are, and how big her breasts are.

Wow, I never thought that I would get what I wanted today. My dream has come true, hahahaha."

The young man laughed and drank from the pot. After drinking, he took another pot of new wine and hummed a little tune at the same time.

He glanced at the terrifying Purple Mansion monk floating in the air outside the curtain.

Aunt Xi's soybean-sized eyes also turned to him, and then they met, and then she whispered: "This little girl Yu has entered the pseudo-mansion realm in the Purple Mansion. When the master is having sex with her, he'd better be careful not to get hurt by her."

Song Yan naturally understood that "pseudo-mansion" refers to the state where one has initially ascended to the Purple Mansion by using the "Xuanxin", but is unable to continue to stay in the Xuanxin. Instead, he has to use a large amount of crystal jade to maintain his realm, which leads to an extremely unstable realm. If one is not careful, he may even fall back to the realm of the Crimson Palace.

The existence of this realm has a lifespan extended from 200 years in the Crimson Palace to 1000 years in the Purple Palace, but they are completely unable to utilize the power that they should have in the early stage of the Purple Palace.

This is called a pseudo government.

Song Yan said "hmm", and then said no more. Instead, he crossed his fingers and closed his eyes comfortably.

He was a little confused.

What is this woman named Aunt Xi trying to do?
Although judging from the overall situation, this plot should not be the kind of murder, but he felt it was really abnormal.

Today, he acted so frivolous. He didn't practice cultivation, and once he got the upper hand, he thought about finding women first, and even had conflicts with other tribes. But Aunt Xi was not angry, disgusted, or tried to persuade him, and she acted as if he could do whatever he wanted.

why?
There is no love or hate without reason in the world.

The more you give, the more you get.

But even though he has talent now, he is definitely not at the level where he can make a strong man obey him so well.

After a little thought, Song Yan said, "Aunt Xi, I want her now, I can't wait any longer!"

Aunt Xi didn't say anything, just said "hmm" lightly.

At Jianmen in Nanwu, the young lady in scarlet brocade clothes lost consciousness and felt as if a mountain was pressing down from the sky.

The strong wind almost crushed the earth, and then the terrifying humanoid beast stood in front of her.

Aunt Xi said in a muffled voice: "Master Yu, let's talk in the chariot."

Yu Xuanwei gritted her teeth, but immediately clasped her fists and said, "Senior, there is still an ancient clan alliance in this land. The alliance once promised me..."

Aunt Xi waved her hand and interrupted, "It's too late. No one will care about your trivial matter. It's your blessing to be with my master. Don't be ungrateful.

Now, I give you two options.

1. Follow me into the chariot.

Second, I will destroy Jianmen, defeat you, and then mount the chariot."

Yu Xuanwei looked at the terrifying woman in front of her in astonishment.

She had never seen such a cruel and domineering person. Even the members of the ancient Yewang clan were patient with her and were definitely not the type to be so ruthless.

Aunt Xi said coldly: "Calling you Master Yu is to give face to my master. Don't refuse a toast and drink a forfeit."

After saying that, she gleamed fiercely in her eyes, and coldly glanced at the Jianmen behind her, which was not dilapidated but definitely not worthy of being a sect, and snorted coldly: "Do you really want me to do it?"

Yu Xuanwei bit her lip, and she suddenly felt that maybe the playboy from the ancient Yewang clan was not bad.

However, she had no choice at this time, so she bowed respectfully and said, "I am willing to go."

Aunt Xi said: "That's the way it should be. Serve your master well, or you will die!"

A moment later, a sword rainbow came in front of the flying chariot. Before Yu Xuanwei could speak, the curtain was lifted, and a hand reached out anxiously and grabbed her wrist tightly, then quickly pulled her into the chariot amid her scream.

Yu Xuanwei felt extremely nauseous and goose bumps appeared on her wrists. At this moment, a muffled groan suddenly came from the distant sky.

"You came to my Yewang Ancient Clan's territory and robbed my Yewang Ancient Clan's women. Fellow Daoist, do you not take my Yewang Ancient Clan seriously?"

The curtain is lifted
Yu Xuanwei saw dozens of figures approaching in the distant sky.

The two leaders were a middle-aged man with white hair, a black cloth wrapped around his eyes and a colorful brocade on his body, and the other was a young man also wrapped in black cloth.

"Yefu!"

Yu Xuanwei couldn't help but shout out, feeling like she had found a savior.

The young man with the black cloth around his eyes was Ye Fu.

Ye Fu naturally heard a lot of things from Yu Xuanwei's tone, and he was in mixed feelings because he had never thought that Miss Yu would actually ask him for help one day. This showed how domineering and what a villain the playboy from the Wuxiang ancient clan in the chariot was!
Song Yan held Yu Xuanwei's wrist and did not let go. He just casually spread her legs, looked outside, and pulled hard, causing the young lady to stumble into his arms, and then had to sit on his lap stiffly.

Song Yan felt the plump and soft buttocks pressing on his thighs and hooked his fingers towards the outside, as if in provocation.

Coming here today, he not only wanted to get back the "opportunity of his Purple Palace's protection", but also wanted to test Aunt Xi's bottom line. If possible, he also wanted to try the old monster in the Wuxiang Token to take action.

Yu Xuanwei sat pale in the arms of this strange young man, subconsciously with murderous intent aroused, but when she thought of the words of the humanoid beast, she dared not move at all and could only endure the close contact between the two in humiliation.

"Do not!!!"

Ye Fu roared in anger and grief, then looked at the white-haired middle-aged man beside him and said, "Second Uncle, Second Uncle!!"

The white-haired middle-aged man did not respond, but looked carefully at the fat woman standing proudly beside the flying chariot, and suddenly asked calmly: "But is Princess Xi in person?"

Aunt Xi did not answer, but asked coldly: "Fight or not?"

The white-haired middle-aged man said, "I am Ye Shuangcheng."

"To fight, or not to fight?"

"Since Princess Xi is here, that's all."

"Forget it! Let's fight!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Princess Xi suddenly rushed out. Her fat flesh suddenly boiled like boiling water, rolling in layers and piles, and her thick legs suddenly stomped in the air.

With this step, it was as if the entire void was shattered, and the fragments merged into a huge elephant hoof composed of the power of thought.

The elephant's hoof was incomplete, giving people a sense of incompleteness, but even so, it was still extremely powerful.

Before its hooves touched the ground, the mountains and rivers below had already sunk deeply into the ground like a paper house hit by a typhoon, and even the mountain peaks were flattened.

The white-haired middle-aged man who called himself Ye Shuangcheng was shocked and hurriedly used his strength to fight back.

But when he came into contact with the elephant's hoof filled with murderous intent, he fell rapidly like a bird hit by a steel plate, sinking more than ten feet into the ground, with endless pits and billowing smoke.

Princess Xi frowned and said, "It's boring."

Ye Shuangcheng crawled out of the pit in a panic.

Princess Xi looked down at him and said, "You are more powerful at night. Why don't we fight at night?"

Ye Shuangcheng did not reply, but closed his eyes slightly, as if he was trying to contact someone in some way.

After a moment, he opened his eyes, sighed and said, "Princess Xi wants to seek the truth through battle in order to break through to the late Purple Mansion stage, so I won't accompany you.

As for this descendant of the ancient Lingbo clan, her heritage has long been lost. She is just an ordinary woman and is of no use to our clan. If Princess Xi wants her, just take her."

After that, without waiting for Aunt Xi to speak, he turned to Ye Fu and said calmly: "Xiao Fu, call the elders, we are leaving."

He had already figured it out during the contact just now.

Princess Xi, this crazy woman, is looking for people to fight with in order to break through to the late Purple Mansion stage. He doesn't want to bring bad luck upon herself and waste his trump card inexplicably in such a place.

Ye Fu looked at the flying chariot.

Song Yan deliberately lifted the curtain of the flying chariot.

The young man hugged the beauty, drinking and laughing.

The beauty frowned, apparently enduring the service with her head lowered. From time to time, she slightly raised her eyes, and her pitiful look sent a signal for help.

Ye Fu called out in a pleading and angry tone: "Second Uncle!"

"I told you to call me Princess Xi!" Ye Shuangcheng criticized angrily, "If you can't even let go of a woman, what else can you do?!"

Ye Fu said angrily: "No, Second Uncle! Is there any justice here?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a murderous aura. He looked up, but only saw a pair of eyes the size of soybeans.

Those eyes replaced the heaven and earth, like two huge beast pupils stretching across the sky, flashing with brutality.

Ye Fu's Adam's apple rolled, he lowered his head tremblingly, and saluted in a trembling voice: "Senior Xixi."

Soon, he mustered up his courage and said unwillingly, "I wonder which brother from the Wuxiang Ancient Clan is in the flying chariot next to you?"

Princess Xi did not answer, but just curled her lips playfully.

Ye Fu's heart trembled, and he turned around quickly and ran away in a hurry.

Princess Xi withdrew her gaze and suddenly felt someone was looking at her. She glanced at Song Yan and met his gaze. She suddenly said in a deep voice, "Master, there is no need to pretend to be a dandy and test me everywhere.

I have a request for you, but that matter is related to my Dragon Elephant Ancient Clan, or rather, to the entire ancient clan.
Since the master was a member of an ancient tribe, he could not escape this disaster.

The master was stared at by Xuanlong for ten breaths. This talent was unique among the Wuxiang Ancient Clan's current generation, the previous generation, and even among the living people.

This is why I follow you.

I am not following you as you are now, but as you will be in the future."

She closed her eyes slightly and said, "It changes every three thousand years. It has been another two thousand one hundred and twelve years since then. Time is running out. Master, don't think too much. Don't try these nonsense anymore. Just become stronger quickly."

Song Yan was not surprised when his thoughts were discovered, he just narrowed his eyes slightly.

He suddenly recalled what Tang Xiaokong said.

“My ancient Wuxiang clan has been around for more than 5,000 years. When we were first born, we already had the innate soul secret technique and the Wuxiang mask as our inheritance.

Since two thousand years ago, the Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon carried a jade tablet on its back and appeared in the ancestral vein, what was recorded on the jade tablet was the third inheritance of our Wuxiang Ancient Clan - the Wuwo True Method. "

One is more than five thousand years, and the other is two thousand years, so it really is a change every three thousand years.

Princess Xi suddenly pointed at Yu Xuanwei who was sitting on his lap and said, "Her Lingbo Ancient Clan was an extremely powerful ancient clan eight thousand years ago, and was only superior to the current Wuxiang Ancient Clan in this land.

However, two thousand years ago, it encountered an unexpected change. Although it survived for a thousand years, it was still unable to survive and thus it was destroyed.

However, the Night King Ancient Clan rose to prominence two thousand years ago and is a new ancient clan. Therefore, they have some respect for the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, because their foundation is not as deep as that of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. "

Song Yan said, "What about Aunt Xi?"

Princess Xi said, "My ancient Dragon Elephant clan was destroyed at about the same time, but I was born more than a thousand years after the extinction of my clan, and I am the only one who still has the innate secret skills inherited from my clan in my body. I want to understand why all this happened."

After that, she said calmly, "I didn't intend to tell the master about these things so early. But I didn't expect that the master is not only gifted, but also full of tricks. If I don't tell him, it will make the master suspicious and let him continue to be so dissolute and waste his energy."

The two looked at each other for a long time.

Song Yan suddenly pointed at her and said with a smile: "You are wrong."

After saying that, he threw Yu Xuanwei onto the horizontal chair in the flying chariot and pressed his body hard on her, but he just pressed against her without moving. Then he quickly raised his body, helped Yu Xuanwei up, pulled her wrinkled dress for her, said "sorry", then looked at Aunt Xi, sighed and said, "You are not wrong."

The two looked at each other again.

Princess Xi smiled and said, "I really didn't make a mistake."

Song Yan smiled bitterly and shook his head, took out two wine glasses, and filled one glass with the pot. When it was time for the other glass, he politely asked, "Miss Yu, do you want wine or tea?"

Princess Xi waved her hand and raised the curtain of the flying chariot.

In the flying chariot, Yu Xuanwei had already woken up. She was now looking carefully at the young man who had just made her feel extremely disgusted. However, she had also heard rumors about the Wuxiang Ancient Clan and knew that the people in the clan were mysterious and unpredictable, and the appearance she saw was definitely not his original appearance.

But the expression, posture and demeanor cannot be faked.

The young man who had looked like a dandy and playboy just now was now incorruptible, with a calm expression, noble and composed, intimidating without even getting angry, and unafraid even if the sky collapsed or the earth subsided.

"Master." Yu Xuanwei couldn't help but say.

Song Yan said: "Have some tea."

After saying that, he poured tea for Yu Xuanwei and handed it to her.

Yu Xuanwei took the tea.

The tea is fragrant and of excellent quality, which is simply beyond the reach of people in Jianmen, Nanwu today.

She took a sip and asked carefully, "Master, do you know me?"

Before, she thought it was a story about a playboy who took a fancy to her and wanted to snatch her away by force, but now it is obviously not the case.

Song Yan looked at this old friend, shook his head slowly, and then said: "It's just an opportunity for Aunt Xi and I to get to know each other again."

Outside the chariot, Princess Xi couldn't help but roll her eyes, and thought to herself: "Bullshit!" But Yu Xuanwei took it seriously. She nodded slightly, replied "Oh", and then said: "Then Master, I..."

Since it was just an opportunity and not for her, she could no longer think of a reason to stay here.

After going around in circles, it was ultimately swallowed by the ancient Night King clan and became the Night Furnace Ding.

It's really ridiculous.

She looked sad.

Song Yan said, "You? Since you call me master, you should follow me. Not only you, but the entire Nanwu Jianmen should follow me. This place is close to the Bingjing Wasteland, which is bitterly cold. Let's go to a better place."

Yu Xuanwei could hardly believe her ears and looked at the boy in surprise.

Outside the chariot, Princess Xi didn't care.

She doesn't need to care about the past of this genius.

Because what she cared about was the future of this genius.

More than a month later.

It should be the end of spring or the beginning of summer, but it started snowing lightly.

The luxurious flying chariot slowed down as it was surrounded by a group of swords.

But it wasn't because of the snow, but because something unusual happened in the distance.

The thin blood mist was mixed with the falling snow, and inside, one could vaguely see a bloody corpse standing still, paper figures dancing, and a monk sitting high above on a huge shadow puppet.

However, whether it was the bloody corpse, the paper figurine, or the shadow puppet, they all exuded a strange hot breath.

The breath spread everywhere with the wind and snow, alternating between hot and cold, making the people around feel like it was the hottest summer at one moment and the bitterest winter at another, very uncomfortable.

Looking closely, one can see that the hot aura all comes from a ball of "fire" inside the blood corpse, paper figurine, and shadow puppet, a ball of burning "fire".

"Master, it's the Demon Sect that's recruiting people."

Yu Xuanwei said softly, and after a brief identification, she continued, "This should be the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect of the Snow Country."

Song Yan retrieved the information from his mind.

The Fire Worshiping Demon Sect is the guardian sect of the Snow Country among the fifteen countries under the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

This Snow Country is actually ranked last among the fifteen Wuxiang countries. Because it is located west of the Ice Realm Wasteland, it is also considered bitterly cold.

However, the attitude of the people of the Snow Country towards the Zoroastrian Sect is completely different from that of the previous three countries.

During the Three Kingdoms period, everyone was afraid of the Demon Sect, and the Demon Sect even had to rob others to recruit disciples for menial tasks.

But here, the people worship the Demon Sect immensely.

The Demon Sect was recruiting people, and the people were almost scrambling to go.

A strange power is floating on this land.

Song Yan opened the curtain and looked into the distance, only to see a mountain range as vast as the sea in the distance, with peaks towering into the clouds and connecting to the sky. In the thin snow mist at this moment, it seemed like stone pillars hanging down from the sky.

As for the mysterious energy here, it is quite abundant, far surpassing the previous Puppet Sect and Nanwu Sword Gate, and this place is also Song Yan's destination.

He came here because there was an evil place and a demon sect here.

Moreover, the Demon Sect seems to have a higher level of shadow puppet making skills.

After the Puppet Sect came from the ancient teleportation array of the Jin State, although it also had the fifty years of stable development promised by the Ancient Clan Alliance, it took the initiative to join the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect and became a part of it. Compared with the Southern Wu Sword Sect, it was smart.

But Nanwu Jianmen actually did want to merge with the big forces. However, the sensitive identity of the descendants of the Lingbo ancient clan and the claim of "forbidden food" by the members of the Yewang ancient clan made none of the surrounding big forces willing to accept it.

After all, it is not a formidable force, and it is worthless to offend a member of an ancient clan for this.

At this time, a monk riding a shadow puppet flew over from a distance, but he only took a look at Princess Xi in the crowd and quickly turned around and left. Then a man wearing a fire-patterned cloak turned into a blood rainbow and flew over here. He saluted from a distance and said, "Greetings, Princess Xi!"

Princess Xi said impatiently: “I have already told your clan leader that my master wants to use your clan as a place to practice.

As for these twenty-odd cultivators, they are from your neighbor Nanwu Jianmen. Now they belong to our master and have settled here together.

Stop talking nonsense and take us to the top of the mountain."

The man had obviously heard of this. He raised his eyes and looked into the distance. Soon, a golden token floated out from the flying chariot. As soon as the token floated into the air, it burst into golden light. The two words "Wuxiang" written in ancient script broke out of the token, emitting bursts of light in the air like the scorching sun.

The man in the fire-patterned cloak and all the monks around who saw the light bowed down hastily.

Although the common people in the world don't understand why, they still follow suit.

Almost in an instant, all the creatures with some intelligence within a radius of dozens of miles knelt down.

Yu Xuanwei didn't dare to look outside. This tremendous power even made her feel trembling with fear.

It was also the first time that Song Yan saw the power of the "Formless Token".

In this land, as long as he showed his token, it would be like an emperor on a secret visit suddenly putting on a dragon robe.

He took back the "Formless Token".

The fire-patterned cloaked monk who had been prostrating himself quickly stood up and led the way.

The mortal people below and the new disciples of the Demon Sect looked up at the luxurious flying chariot soaring through the air. They were all shocked and aroused in their souls a feeling of how vast the world was and how insignificant they were.

Song Yan remembered that the first time he went to the Puppet Sect, he was caught and used as a servant.

After several twists and turns, he became a leather master, a disciple of the sect master, a contemporary sect master, and a sect master hundreds of years ago.
Now, he has come to the Demon Sect in this larger world again, but he entered as a "distinguished guest of a transcendent force."

the other side.
When a member of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan chooses his own sect as a place of practice, how does it feel as the sect leader?
Mu Lieyang perhaps knows best.

Mu Lieyang, as the new leader of the Fire Worship Demon Sect who had just taken office, had always deeply longed for his position to be consolidated and for the Fire Worship Demon Sect to grow stronger.

The arrival of this member of the ancient Wuxiang tribe was like a timely help to him.

There are fifteen Wuxiang countries and over a hundred sects.

Every sect with a Wuxiang clan member would have a feeling of "climbing on the dragon and attaching to the phoenix" because the Wuxiang clan members themselves are "righteous". Even if there is a conflict between sects, if the other party knows that there is a "Wuxiang clan member" in the opposite sect, they will not dare to attack.

This would undoubtedly give the newly appointed sect leader a chance to catch his breath.

What's more, it is even more outrageous that the personal servant of this Wuxiang clan member is actually the notorious "Princess Xi".

With Princess Xi in charge, Mu Lieyang felt that he could breathe a sigh of relief and no longer have to worry about being taken advantage of by surrounding forces. After all, every "change of power" in the Demon Sect is inevitably accompanied by a "decline in the sect's strength", which can result in the loss of a few masters or even complete disintegration.

at this time
A man in a fire-patterned robe and barefoot was standing in a dark wilderness under a sect, staring intently at the crimson flames rising in the center of the wilderness.

In the flames, many skeletons can be vaguely seen.

Mu Lieyang bowed to the skeletons and grinned, "Master really arrived just in time. If he had been a step later, the internal fighting in the sect would not have ended, and the Wuxiang people would not have come here to avoid trouble."

After bowing, he turned around.

The flames burned quietly in the dead silence underground, making slight crackling sounds, like the sharp whispers and vicious curses of evil spirits.

quickly
Mu Lieyang appeared in front of Song Yan. He had a kind face and was dressed as an ascetic monk. He introduced the distinguished guest with a friendly smile.

“This place is called Zhengyang Peak, and it is a place specially prepared for the Supreme Envoy. From now on, the Supreme Envoy and his men can stay here.

I will have someone quickly make a batch of tokens for your people to enter and exit.

Token style, later."

Song Yan said: "Xuan Wei, you can discuss it with Sect Master Mu."

Mu Lieyang glanced at the female cultivator beside him, guessing that she was his woman, and said with a smile: "Alright, alright."

Song Yan added: "I want to see the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect's method. I can exchange it for the method and the ancient clan's contribution points."

Mu Lieyang was stunned. He knew that the Wuxiang Ancient Clan had always had its own heritage, but why was this envoy interested in other sects' skills?
He glanced at the young man in front of him, and then at the sword cultivators behind him who were almost all female. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind and he smiled and said, "Okay, of course. I will arrange an elder for you to command. No matter what you want to do, just tell her directly. She will also stay on your peak temporarily."

Evening
The female cultivator from the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect has arrived.

Even though people haven't come yet, the fragrance has already arrived.

The snow-white skirt was wrapped in flowing clouds and flying snow, the scarlet umbrella was slightly propped up and slanted over the shoulders, the bare feet were without shoes, but they looked like ice crystals and snow jade, they were slightly tiptoeing, walking happily on the snow at this time.

She moved lightly with her lotus steps, swaying with each step, like a lotus in a pond, very graceful.

Song Yan had a premonition in his heart, but when he saw this female cultivator, he still had a feeling of "No way"
This female cultivator was none other than Wang Susu.

At this moment, Wang Susu was extremely pure, with her big eyes drooping in shyness. She did not look at the young man in the distance, but walked closer and said softly, "Susu meets the envoy. No matter what the envoy wants to do, you can talk to Susu."

If someone sees Wang Susu for the first time, they will definitely think that this girl is exceptionally pure, but in fact, this is a woman who is absolutely black even to the bones.

Mu Lieyang sent Wang Susu to his side, actually he wanted Wang Susu to accompany him to bed. After all, Wang Susu was very good at teasing men, and then many things would naturally go smoothly.

Wang Susu herself was also trying her best to get on board with this powerful figure, so her every word and action was full of feminine charm.

But when Song Yan looked at her, he only felt a slight joy of "meeting an old friend again" in his heart.

When he first arrived, the first person he really got to know was Wang Susu.

Now, he wanted to use the "old friend" to comprehend the "protection" of the middle stage of Purple Mansion, but he did not expect Wang Susu to appear in front of him again.

Of course, he had this expectation when he chose the Fire Demon Sect as his place of practice, but when this expectation was actually realized, he still found it a little unbelievable.

Wang Susu's skill in restraining her breath was not very good, so Song Yan could see that she was now in the late stage of the Crimson Palace realm. It seemed that she was now in the stage of urgently fighting for the "right to use the Xuanxin".

As long as the resources are right and the Xuan roots are right, it only takes a few years of effort to use the Xuan Xin to enter the pseudo-mansion.

Prolong your life first, then think about other things.

Of course, the price was by no means light. At least the Nanwu Jianmen was "made impoverished" by Yu Xuanwei.

After Yu Xuanwei entered the pseudo-mansion, she needed a huge amount of Xuanyu, so Nanwu Jianmen was already penniless and had nothing, almost becoming beggars in the Xuan world.

"I have dabbled in leatherworking and want to learn more advanced techniques."

Song Yan looked at Wang Susu and spoke out what was in his mind word by word.

Wang Susu was stunned for a moment, then looked up. Before she saw Song Yan, she saw Yu Xuanwei beside Song Yan.

She felt that time inexplicably stood still for a moment, and her eyes rolled back to look at Song Yan, smiling shyly: "That's really a coincidence, Susu also knows a little about making shadow puppets, she will definitely be able to help you."

After a while.
In Zhengyang Peak, a cave was vacated and used specifically for leather making.

Wang Susu carefully held the carving knife, moved closer to Song Yan, and began to talk softly about her knowledge of leather making while facing a piece of animal skin. In order to prevent this noble man from getting impatient, she started by introducing "Bai Xiang Shen Yu" as soon as she opened her mouth.

During the conversation, the two of them unintentionally got closer to each other, and when their little fingers were about to touch, Wang Susu quickly retracted her hand as if she had been electrocuted. Then, she glanced at him secretly with a reluctant look, and then pretended nothing had happened and continued to explain seriously.

Song Yan just felt relaxed.

However, he was not interested in "Bai Xiang Shen Yu". He was interested in the strange secret technique of "shadow puppet hiding fire".

He had a vague feeling that the secret technique was a unique system of skills belonging to the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect, and was also a further advancement of the ordinary leather-making technique.

But no matter how he asked, Wang Susu carefully avoided the question, obviously she was under a gag order.

That night, Song Yan directly called Princess Xi and said angrily: "Aunt Xi, let's go!"

Princess Xi frowned and asked, "Which blind person offended the master?"

Song Yan said unhappily: "The leader here doesn't even show me the secret technique I want to see. He definitely doesn't welcome us."

Princess Xi:
Her fierce eyes, as big as yellow beans, wordlessly glanced at the master who was obviously not a playboy, and said in a muffled voice: "I'll go get it right away. My Wuxiang clan's contribution points are the most expensive currency here, and they are enough to exchange for his secret technique."

Song Yan said: "The Nine Bloods of the Crimson Palace must be prepared first."

As he spoke, he took out a list from his pocket and handed it over: "Aunt Xi, can you get it?"

Princess Xi looked at the nine types of blood on the list, her pupils shrank slightly, and then she raised her head in astonishment, looking at the boy in front of her in surprise, and said: "You...you...this..."

She didn't know what to say.

Song Yan smiled and said, "I saw that Aunt Xi is very strong, and I want to be as strong as Aunt Xi, so I chose this most perfect blood for the ancient Dragon Elephant Clan."

Princess Xi said: "But, Master, you do not have the innate secret technique of my Dragon Elephant Clan. You cannot successfully digest these nine kinds of blood, and there is even a fatal danger."

Song Yan said: "What secret technique?"

Princess Xi said: "The innate secret technique of my Dragon Elephant clan is to strengthen the body and be immune to all poisons. Even a yellow-mouthed child will not be afraid of the poison inflicted by the Purple Mansion monks.

Therefore, when choosing Nine Palace Blood in the Crimson Palace Realm, our Dragon Elephant Clan only cares about how powerful it is, regardless of how toxic it is.
But there is some blood essence in it, even if you search the entire ancient clan, no one can refine the corresponding Crimson Palace Pill. "

The two looked at each other quietly.

After a moment, Song Yan said, "Aunt Xi, I want it. I want this. I don't care."

Princess Xi looked at him deeply and said, "Okay, I will help you get these nine kinds of blood. But even though these bloods are listed in the book, it is not easy for me to get them.

I will have my subordinates search for this blood through transactions, issuing ancient orders, hiring independent cultivators to go hunting in Shanhai Country, asking family ancestors, and even entering the secret realm used by my ancient clan for breeding. But even so, it is impossible to find all of them in a short time. "

Song Yan smiled and said, "Aunt Xi is the best."

He was a little emotional.

Thinking back, every single one of his Nine Palaces Blood was obtained with untold hardships, and many of them were obtained at the cost of narrow escapes from death.

But now, Aunt Xi is there to help him do it.

As for him, he only needs to complete all the goals here, recover his realm as soon as possible, and break through to the middle stage of Purple Mansion.

Whoosh~~~
Princess Xi disappeared without a trace.

Song Yan looked out along her back.

Endless snow falls, flowing down from the sky.

Besides Yu Xuanwei, there is actually another old acquaintance of the Southern Wu Sword Sect.
Thinking of that person, his heart softened instantly, and even his breathing became a little nervous.

He was no longer a white-embroidered tiger, but An Li, because she forgot about love by taking advantage of the elixir and tested the elixir excessively, the poison of the elixir became deep-rooted, just like the withered leaf swordsman back then. There was no hope for her to break through, and she stopped in the Crimson Palace.

How would he go to see her?

What else should I say to her?
(End of this chapter)