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

Chapter 22 22. Silencing
Nothing happened that day.

In the evening, Song Yan returned to Nanzhu Peak. Wang Susu looked for him and said softly, "Junior brother, everything is fine here."

Song Yan said, "Thank you, Senior Sister Wang."

Wang Susu smiled and said, "How is your understanding?"

“It’s a small gain.”

"Then keep working hard, and if you need me, just let me know.

And Qi Yao was ordered by the peak master to be confined and not allowed to leave the mountain for the time being.

Do you want to visit her?"

"No."

"whee."

After they finished talking, they went their separate ways.

Song Yan returned to the cave and took a look at the princess who was still weak from the essence-collecting. However, he did not ask her to serve him again. He just said, "Xue Rou, take a good rest today and come to my bed tomorrow."

The princess seemed to have completed self-hypnosis, and the charm brought by the hidden blood of the multi-tailed fox tribe was completely aroused. At this time, she sucked her fingers, posed seductively and indulged herself in lust, saying: "Rou'er is Song Lang's, all Song Lang's. Song Lang made Rou'er feel like she had returned to the first time she became a woman."

Song Yan looked at her with mixed feelings, and felt that the term "die-hard fan" was extremely terrifying.

If one's power is at a higher level, one can completely control the people below him.

No matter what integrity, chastity or will, they are all vulnerable in the face of such power.

He can do this to mortals.

The higher-level monks might not be able to treat him like this.

I am really trembling with fear, as if I were on the edge of an abyss, treading on thin ice.
This went on for several days.

On this day, Song Yan planned to go to the Delphinium forest as usual, but as soon as he walked out of the cave, he heard a quarrel coming from a distance.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a skinny old man with wrinkled skin arguing with Zhang Yin.

Song Yan not only had seen that old man before, but was also quite familiar with him.

His name was Kang Defu, and he was the oldest servant among those who had successfully cultivated. He had stood behind Zhang Yin during the test that day.

At this time, Kang Defu said angrily: "Brother Zhang, am I not a formal disciple?
Why don't you give me the furnace and tripod of the Wei royal family?

You said before that there were not enough people, but yesterday when I went to the market at the foot of the mountain, I saw a new batch of royal furnaces and tripods delivered!
Why isn't mine yet? "

Zhang Yin frowned and looked at him with a hint of sarcasm, then said, "Brother Kang, you are already in your seventies and eighties. Why are you still using the best furnace and cauldron of the Wei royal family? What a waste!"

"Brother Zhang," Kang Defu gasped in relief, and then angrily said, "But this is what I deserve!"

Snapped! !

Zhang Yin slapped Kang Defu, knocking him flying with blood in his mouth.

Zhang Yin was still not satisfied, so he took two steps forward, stepped on Kang Defu's face, looked down at him, and said with a half-smile, "You are so old, but you still don't know the rules.

Learn more from Junior Brother Song.

roll! "

In the distance, Song Yan, who was listening, was speechless.

How does this involve him?
But on second thought, he seems to be doing quite well here.

Zhang Yin helped him find inner disciples to teach him "The Small Five Elements Hands" and "The Art of Painting Skin".

Wang Susu spoke for him and took the initiative to help him clear all suspicion.

Kang Defu stood up angrily and spat a mouthful of blood, but he didn't dare to say a word and just walked away.

Song Yan also tightened his black robe and went towards the green larkspur forest.

It is now deep winter.

After a while, some sporadic snowflakes flew between the cliffs.

The snow is getting heavier, the mountain birds have stopped flying, and the wild forest is covered with snow like a white head.

Song Yan sensed the whistling wind around him, thought for a moment, and decided to practice today.

He had been observing low-level monsters for many days, but always felt that something was missing. After thinking it over, he decided to adopt a method described in "The Painted Skin Method": killing, dissecting, and measuring.

Kill the monster, dissect it, feel every inch of its body with your hands, and experience it carefully.

This is the fastest way to perceive the "God of Painting".

He had to get the "Painted Skin Technique" onto the panel as soon as possible, only then could he deduce it based on his lifespan.

The weather was fine before, no.

But today, the world was so noisy that it could cover up a lot of noise. If he went a little further away, it would be fine.

Two two-headed wolves were rushing out of a cave.

The cold weather can't do anything to them, but it can make some ordinary wild animals relax their vigilance, and if you're lucky you might even encounter one that's frozen unconscious.

Although the two-headed wolf doesn't have much brains, it has hunting instincts and experience gained from living in this environment for a long time.

Whoosh~~
Whoosh whoosh~~~
The two-headed wolf ran wildly.

They were lucky today and soon saw a two-legged beast walking in the snow.

The two wolves had dim eyes and crouched down, quietly approaching, but the two-legged beast didn't seem to notice at all.

When they were close enough, the two wolves were already drooling, looked at each other, and suddenly accelerated.

The impact brought with it a cloud of snow and fog.

In the eyes of the poor two-legged beast, all he could see was the snow fog exploding, and two ferocious black shadows shot out like a gust of wind, rushing straight towards him.

But at this moment, a two-headed wolf running behind suddenly heard a strange sound different from the one from Fengxue and Lin Tao.

As soon as the voice fell, a cold light pierced through its heart.

The two-headed wolf's eyes went dark.

Fell to the ground.

dead.

The other two-headed wolf had already leaped up and pounced on the neck of the two-legged beast that seemed to have raised its hand slightly.

But the two-legged beast reacted quickly, raising its hand and then reaching back to block its mouth.

The two-headed wolf bit the hand that was offered without any hesitation.

But the next moment, in its eyes, the hand turned black.

It was a terrifying and mysterious black.

When the fangs bit down, a strong explosive force emanated from the blackness of the hand. Although the hand did not move at all, it seemed as if a destructive explosion had occurred inside.

click!
Bang! !

boom! ! !
Time seemed to slow down.

The two-headed wolf's teeth were broken first, followed by its mouth, and then its head.

Blood, brain matter, broken bones and flesh exploded in the air.

At this moment, the speed of the two-legged beast suddenly increased, and it rushed back two or three feet at the speed of lightning, and the exploded flesh and blood fell just in front of his feet without staining his clothes.

This two-legged beast was Song Yan.

After fighting for a while, Song Yan felt that his fighting ability should be okay.

After all, on the top of the mountain, he had roughly understood that "although low-level monsters such as the two-headed wolf only correspond to the first level of Lian Xuan, they cannot be killed instantly by the second level of Lian Xuan", but he easily killed two of them in seconds.

The boy squatted down and began to study the two-headed wolf quickly.

The smell of blood would quickly attract other monsters or wild beasts, and he didn't have much time.

Fortunately, "fighting with the two-headed wolf" did give him more insights into the existence of the "two-headed wolf".

After an incense stick of time, there was a noise coming from afar, as if many things were running towards here, some near and some far away.

Song Yan stood up, washed his hands with snow, and waved to a few pairs of green eyes in the snowy bushes not far away, indicating that they could come and eat.

He walked back happily, thinking as he walked, and then he took out two earth walnuts and turned them in his palm.

As he was turning around, he suddenly felt something and looked at the panel again.

Good guy.

This is either not much, or if it is more, just add two more lines.

[Spell: (Can deduce lifespan)]

"Painted Skin" (Not yet started)
"Little Five Elements Hand" (Not yet started)
Obviously, both the "Small Five Elements Silk-Wrapping Hand" and the "Painted Skin Revenant Technique" are very difficult to practice. Even the broken down entry methods cannot be mastered in just a few days.

But since it appeared on the panel, Song Yan felt that it was not a big problem.

'You reap what you sow.'

The boy's heart was filled with joy.

After walking for about two incense sticks of time, Song Yan suddenly frowned. He was about to dodge something when he saw two figures riding on puppet two-headed wolves coming out of the woods.

As he got closer, he saw that it was an outer disciple of Shadow Play Peak wearing a dark robe with dark patterns.

The visitor did not relax his vigilance because Song Yan was in uniform. Instead, he asked sternly: "Which peak are you from? What are you doing here?!"

Song Yan said calmly, "Junior brother is from Nanzhu Peak. He came here because Master Fu's "Painted Skin Technique" requires enlightenment, so he came here to observe the monsters. Everyone in Nanzhu Peak can prove this."

The two disciples looked at each other, and suddenly one of them threw out a pair of iron shackles and said coldly, "Cuff them first and come back with me."

Song Yan frowned.

At this moment, his expression suddenly tensed again, and he quietly took a half step back, protecting his two brothers in front of him.

The two outer disciples also felt it and instantly became nervous, looking around the woods vigilantly.

Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Two gray-clad figures rushed out from the woods, one holding a sword and the other holding a gourd.

"Hey, three devil cubs"

"Kill him, and pay for the life of the Wei royal family!"

The man holding the sword, the sword flew up instantly.

The person holding the gourd shook the mouth of the gourd, and iron beans inside flew out, quickly moving towards the three people with a dark luster.

The nervous outer disciple seemed to have sensed the other party's level and suddenly burst into laughter. He raised his left hand slightly, and the two-headed wolf shadow accelerated. He moved his right hand again, and another shadow flew out.

Looking closely, he saw a bird with a beak as sharp as a knife, and the other was a white thorn deer that Song Yan was very familiar with.

The four of them started playing ping-pong.

Song Yan, who immediately hid behind a tree, looked at them strangely.

Yes.

Although he lacked experience in fighting others, he realized at this moment that although these four people were wielding weapons and shadow puppets that he did not have, their strength was only the second level of Lianxuan, just like him.

The man holding the sword and the gourd was probably a casual cultivator supported by the Wei royal family. He sneaked into the mountain and wanted to kill a few disciples of the Puppet Palace to avenge the Wei royal family.

The two formal disciples were patrolling here, which made Song Yanben feel a little relieved.

Since he is really a member of our sect, we can handcuff him after the beating and explain everything to him later.

After a while, Song Yan suddenly heard a scream and saw that the left arm of a disciple from Shadow Play Peak was cut off by a flying sword.

The other disciple was also hit by Tiedouzi because he was distracted. He fell to the ground and tried to struggle, but was hit again by a flying sword.

However, due to negligence, the sword-wielding cultivator was pierced through the body by the flying bird shadow puppet controlled by the one-armed disciple.

Another fierce fight lasted for more than ten breaths.
Four people, one died, two were seriously injured, and one was slightly injured.

Those who died or were seriously injured were disciples of Shadow Play Peak.

The one who was slightly injured was the one holding the gourd.

The gourd cultivator who was only slightly injured quickly set his eyes on Song Yan. Without any nonsense, he shouted loudly, pinched his hands to form a magic spell, and the iron beans poured out again.

Song Yan's figure suddenly flashed like a whirlwind, and he appeared in front of Hulu cultivator in an instant.

The casual cultivator was stunned, but did not panic. He raised his hand and pointed his fingers like swords. The fingertips were full of mysterious energy and instantly landed on the palm that Song Yan pushed towards him.

The next moment, Hulu Sanxiu's face suddenly changed, he was stunned and shocked, because he felt a terrible suction force coming from the opposite side, which sucked away all the mysterious energy from his fingertips and made his magic spell fall apart.

"What kind of witchcraft?"

"Why is the Xuan Qi gone? !"

Song Yan pushed forward and his palm landed on Hulushu's forehead.

Bang!
Hulu Sanxiu is dead!
Song Yan appeared like a ghost and instantly appeared in front of the flying sword cultivator.

Bang!
The flying sword cultivator died.

Looking at the remaining senior brother, he sighed softly.

a moment
Bang!
Brother, die!

The absorbed profound energy ripples in the body, and one feels that although the profound energy has increased, it is just "impurities".

This made Song Yan very uncomfortable, but now he still needed to endure the discomfort and quickly touch the corpse first.

(End of this chapter)