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

Chapter 32 32. Chaos!

In the blink of an eye, winter is here again.

During this period, Song Yan tried more than once to get more information about the north and the "remnants of the Wei Dynasty" from Senior Brother Zhang. However, Senior Brother Zhang did not take it seriously and only said things like "Even if the sky falls, we have the five peak masters to support it. What are the remnants of the Wei Dynasty?"

On this day, Wang Susu also keenly noticed Song Yan's worries and comforted him: "Junior brother used to be obsessed with leather making, and didn't come into contact with many fellow disciples. He doesn't know how huge my Puppet Palace is. Even if the multi-tailed fox tribe really comes, what can they do?"

Song Yan nodded.

Maybe he really thought too much.

He should calm down.

However, information is indeed his shortcoming.

All he could do was to prick up his ears and eavesdrop, but a "socialite-type enchantress" like Wang Susu could naturally know more.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Senior Sister Wang, how is Qi Yao?"

Speaking of Qi Yao, Wang Susu rolled her eyes and said jealously, "She has already broken through the first level of Lianxuan, and was accepted as an inner disciple because of her potential. She went to listen to the lectures of our Shadow Puppet Peak's head, and she is living a good life."

Song Yan nodded, said no more, and looked up at the sky.

It's snowing outside the window again, just like last year.

It's always like this in the mountains, and practicing Taoism is even more boring.

"Senior Sister, it's time to go back to the cave."

"Well, stop thinking too much." Wang Susu said, "You, you think too much. It's been almost a year since you came back from Linglong Valley, but your leather-making skills are still not much different from a year ago. You just like to think too much, about everything.

How long has it been since that happened? Are you still unable to let it go? "

Song Yan was stunned.

This year he controlled the leatherworking technique and did not make much progress.

Firstly, it was to avoid the "two factions fighting for the mantle".

He was actually interested in the legacy and so on. After all, as the number one puppet master in Shadow Puppet Peak, the secret skills that Master Shi had spent his entire life researching were definitely good enough.

But that mantle obviously did not belong to him.

Secondly, it was to avoid Cheng Danqing's solicitation.

For some reason, he always felt that there was something wrong with Cheng Danqing.

Sure enough, the lack of progress made Master Cheng Feng, who was initially enthusiastic about him and said, "You are mine from now on, you won't regret it," no longer care about him so much.

Wang Susu saw that he was stunned and thought that this sentence touched his pain point, so she said: "Senior sister also knows how much harm a scolding from an elder can cause you, but it's time to let it go."

Song Yan came back to his senses and said, "Thank you, Senior Sister."

After a while.
Dongfuzhong.

Song Yan did not take any supplements today.

He did that every now and then.

After sending Miss Qiu and the princess away, he sat alone on the stone bed in the master bedroom, cross-legged and concentrating his energy.

He spent 440 years of his life and easily mastered all 23 martial arts skills to perfection.

After that, he was still not satisfied, so he bought 9 more martial arts books, but this time, it only took him 80 years to master them all.

Even if he was thrown into a place without Xuan Qi at this time, he could still rely on his skills and terrifying physique of the second level of Lian Xuan to become a terrifying monster in the world.

In the world of martial arts, there is "true qi".

But this kind of "true qi" actually mostly relies on taking a breath, and then using this breath to burst out strength, but "this breath" is far inferior to the "mysterious qi".

Of course, his greatest gain was the Turtle Breathing Technique.

If the "Evil Condensation and Control Mysterious Technique" he obtained from the perfect mutation of "Qi Condensation Technique" twice can allow him to collect all the mysterious energy, people will think that he is an ordinary person.
Then, the Turtle Breathing Technique can make people feel that he is not only an ordinary person, but also an ordinary person who has lost his breath.

Ordinary people who have lost their breath are dead.

No one cares about the dead.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, and Song Yan suddenly opened his eyes and quickly pointed out with two fingers together.

The speed of this finger movement was unimaginable, as if in a dream. This was the "Sword Drawing Technique" of a swordsman named "Purple Lightning Knife" in Jianghu. Song Yan had practiced it to perfection, and his finger movement was like drawing a sword.

Immediately, the almost dreamlike finger moved a little further to the end, with an extremely tricky angle and a speed that was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, giving people an extremely bizarre feeling. This method was a unique skill of an evil gang called the Blood Hand Sect - the Butcher Finger.

When the finger reached the end, the hand suddenly flipped over and turned the finger into a palm with great force and momentum, as if it had transformed from a poisonous snake into an angry bear that stood up. This palm technique was the secret skill of the old man Nanshan - the big handprint.

Brush brush brush.
In the cave, Song Yan's hands were like magic, changing unpredictably. Many killing skills were displayed on his body one by one, and they were even smoother and more harmonious.

After finishing a set of exercises, Song Yanchang breathed a sigh of relief, lay down quietly, looked at the flying snow outside the skylight, and slowly closed his eyes.

A few days later, at night, for some reason, the heavy snow continued to fall for several days and did not stop.

Song Yan held Miss Qiu in his left hand and rested his right arm on the princess. They shared the same quilt, with their six legs entangled with each other, and they were sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, the entire cave shook violently.

Song Yan only felt his back being flicked, and the two women were so scared that they opened their eyes.

But it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything.

boom!
Another shock.

The cave was shaking. If it wasn't located on the remnant of the Xuan Vein, rocks would have rolled over it long ago.

"Song Lang, what's wrong?"

"Brother Song?"

The two women hurriedly grasped at straws.

Song Yan didn't know what was going on. He didn't bother to get dressed and ran off the bed in his underwear. He quickly opened the stone door and came to the open space outside the cave.

In this life-and-death situation, the two women, one wrapped in a quilt and the other wrapped in a blanket, put on their shoes, and followed Song Yan out of the cave.

In the distance, the two women could not see clearly, they could only feel the sudden vibrations that kept rising, the dark sky in the distance seemed to be split open, and terrible sounds came like thunder. Song Yan's perception was much stronger, so he could still see clearly at this time.

That was not the sound of thunder, that was the battle between many monks.

At several core points, unimaginable energy was like giant flying beasts colliding with each other. The powerful afterwaves made the mountaintops tremble and produced loud sounds that tore people's eardrums.

Outside the core, there are many shadow puppets and flying swords intertwined.

Song Yan stared at the flying sword for a long time, his thoughts racing.

Although he didn't understand why Nanwu Jianmen suddenly attacked, he reacted quickly.

Suddenly, he picked up the two girls and ran into the cave, then threw the hanging clothes to them and said hurriedly, "Put them on quickly!!"

"Song Lang."

"Talk while you're wearing it!"

Miss Qiu, the princess said nothing more as she put on her clothes rustlingly in the darkness of winter.

Song Yan said quickly: "If the Puppet Sect disciples come later, you can say that I am out fighting and asked you to hide in the cave.

If a cultivator who calls himself from the Nanwu Sword Sect and claims to be willing to kill evil spirits comes, you should cry and say that you are the furnace and cauldron and are finally saved.

Xue Rou, you must say that you are the Princess of Zhennan King, and then cry and ask the monk to avenge the Zhennan King. "

The two women, especially the princess, were not stupid. They immediately understood what was happening outside.

As Song Yan was talking, he also put on his clothes, but it was not the uniform of the Shadow Play Peak disciples, but a cloak. Inside the cloak were many fasting pills, healing pills and the like.

He tightened his cloak and hurried to the cave gate.

Just as I reached the door, I heard a voice behind me.

"Brother Song!"

It was Miss Qiu’s voice.

Song Yan tilted his head slightly.

Miss Qiu shouted, "Take care of yourself and stay alive!"

The princess was speechless and just looked at him with complicated eyes.

Song Yan was silent for a moment, then he rushed into the night like the wind. In an instant, he gathered his profound energy and activated the "Turtle Breathing Technique" at the same time.

He ran all the way, not taking the usual route, but slowly climbing up the side cliff and sinking to the bottom.

Nanzhu Peak is very high, and the top of the mountain and the bottom of the mountain are almost two different worlds, and even perception cannot reach them.

But before Song Yanren landed, two flying swords suddenly appeared in the woods and looked at him like they were watching a monkey.

A figure in a white robe smiled and said, "I told you, there must be some little devil trying to escape from this side."

"Brother, let's attack together, but the aura of this demon boy is a bit strange." said another figure.

"It must be some special way to hide your aura, but it's not important. Make your move!"

Song Yan felt so angry that his hair stood on end and the blood in his body seemed to be burning!
He loosened his hands and fell directly to the ground.

Two flying swords shot out from the sky.

He rolled over and barely avoided it.

The two swords pursued relentlessly.

Song Yan raised his hands and pushed towards the flying sword.

The flying sword is very fast.

But Song Yan's pushing hands posture was very strange.

This is the movement that came naturally to him after integrating many unique martial arts skills. This is an attack using the skills of a martial arts veteran combined with the strength of a cultivator!

In an instant, all the mysterious energy on the flying sword was absorbed by him.

The sword sank into the snow on the ground.

He rolled over, and looked up.

The two white-robed monks made strange "huh" sounds and quickly fell to the ground.

Song Yan's eyes turned red. He stepped on the ground and snow, took the initiative to attack, and slapped the monk who was close to him with all his strength.

I don't know what the monk used to block it.

But Song Yan fully activated his "Control Xuan" and directly absorbed his Xuan Qi. His palm hit the target's ribs from an extremely tricky angle in a sophisticated way that was "almost impossible to happen to a cultivator."

The palm of his hand instantly turned black, and evil energy burst out.

Bang! !

The monk hadn't reacted yet, and hadn't figured out why his mysterious energy was gone, when half of his body was blown off, with blood, flesh, and internal organs flying everywhere!

Song Yan turned his head, and quickly used the "Sword Drawing Technique" to move his finger, pointed the "Butcher Finger", and the "Heavy Rain Evil" blasted out rapidly.

Bang! !

The white-robed monk who was about to rush in for the attack was pierced through the chest. He looked down in a daze for a long while and then fell to the ground with a bang.

Song Yan was breathing heavily, the newly absorbed external mysterious energy rushing through his body.

He quickly felt around in the arms of the two monks but felt nothing, so he grabbed two flying swords and rushed into the forest.

After rushing for more than a hundred feet, he suddenly changed direction and headed towards the place of Disha.

He doesn't believe it anymore.

With the "Evil Condensation and Controlling Mystic Art" and "Turtle Breathing Art" and the cover of the ghosts, who can find him? !

(End of this chapter)