Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

This is the little Yanjun, how could he be treated like a ball so easily?

A foundation-building practitioner from the Moving Mountains Sect murmured.

"Isn't he... the Ghost-Faced Man?"

The pitch-black ghost armor covered the entire body, with countless sharp protrusions, and seemed to be wriggling strangely.

A red and black ghost mask, whose true appearance cannot be seen.

The evil aura emanating from his body was enough to send shudders down the spine of anyone who watched him.

It was as if he was a demon with raging flames!

With such representative facial features, the people of the Moving Mountains Sect can recognize it at a glance.

Isn’t this the Rakshasa Ghost Mask that became famous in their territory a few days ago?

Gan Bing immediately widened her beautiful eyes and stared at the other person intently.

Although she had always heard about the deeds of the Ghost-Faced Man and had longed for it, this was the first time she had seen one up close and personal.

Gan Bing silently compared his own aura with Chang Yan's.

I found that even if she replaced Chang Yan, the situation would probably be the same.

"The Ghost-Faced Man is indeed worthy of his reputation."

"Especially this muscle..."

The dry ice made her face hot.

At this time, a disciple of the Moving Mountains Sect beside her expressed her thoughts.

"I really want to touch it!"

The ghost armor fits Anle's body perfectly, unable to hide the lines that contain explosive power and are full of violent beauty.

The Banshan Sect is a sect that specializes in physical training.

To the disciples of his sect, such a body obviously possesses an irresistible charm.

"How did he refine it?"

"Without decades of hard work, you can't achieve this, right?"

However, they didn't have to watch for too long.

The ghost-faced man who had beaten Chang Yan violently seemed to feel satisfied and suddenly kicked his legs on the ground.

Earth and rocks flew everywhere, and smoke and dust rose up.

He took advantage of the recoil and sped away.

In just a few breaths, it disappeared from people's sight.

Only Xiao Yanjun was left sitting in the ruins, with a dazed look on his face, as if he had been stunned.

Not long after.

Chang Yan gritted his teeth and stood up with difficulty.

Suddenly I felt a burning pain in my buttocks, and a feeling of grievance and pain surged into my heart, and my eyes turned red.

She wiped her eyes vigorously and shouted to the crowd of onlookers.

"What are you looking at? Is there anything interesting to see?"

Only then did people disperse.

******

High in the sky of Yuntian Realm.

A young man was suspended in the air.

There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy around him, let alone any magic weapon.

But he just hovered there, flying as he pleased, as if... the sky was obeying his commands.

“Is this aura the Vajra Body of the Vajra God and Demon Temple?”

"No...it's not quite the same."

Looking closely, it turned out that this man's eyes were only covered with a layer of eyelids, and he was blind.

Unable to see.

But the entire Yuntian Realm seemed to be in his sight, without any omission.

Carefully feel the aura of Anle.

The man's lips curled up into a smile.

"Interesting, really interesting!"

******

the other side.

Anle casually threw down a few jade tokens that confused his vision along the way, then stuck three or four pieces of talisman paper on his body to conceal his aura, and finally took out a special hood-shaped magic weapon and put it on his head.

This makes me feel a lot safer.

He was really frightened by Xiang Feng's Thousand-Mile Tracking Talisman, and now he still has some psychological trauma.

These talismans and magical instruments were all prepared by Anle before coming to Yuntian Territory.

A large amount of spirit stones were consumed just to use at times like this to conceal one's whereabouts.

Even a Jindan cultivator cannot lock on to it.

The main reason why Anle spared Chang Yan's life was because of the golden elixir behind her.

This time when Taixu Palace was recruiting disciples, each sect sent out Jindan cultivators to take charge.

If Chang Yan was killed in public before the trial began, things would become a big deal and they would probably hunt him down at all costs.

With such a "slight punishment", Xuanyan Dongtian could only say that Little Yanjun was inferior in skill.

Can't blame others.

Of course, the hatred is still formed, but it will not have much impact for the time being.

"Oh, I was about to leave."

"It was clearly her who provoked me. How can you blame me for that?"

Anle sighed, feeling very aggrieved.

Soon, he came to a remote corner of the forest.

Lao Mo's voice sounded.

"Master, this way, this way."

The light and shadows nearby distorted, revealing the traces of it and the old man.

When the fire was spreading just now, Anle asked Lao Mo to take the old man away and then hide him temporarily with talisman paper.

Allowing him to escape.

"Thank you so much for saving my life!"

The old man said repeatedly with awe on his face.

"That little girl is so unreasonable. Why did she burn down the temple?"

Anle looked at the old man up and down with a strange look in his eyes.

Now, his spiritual sense can detect the other party's breath again.

Very weak.

He is no different from an ordinary person, and there is no sign of abnormality at all.

"Could it be...that I guessed wrong?"

Anle was suspicious in his heart and asked.

"Old man, what's your name? Where are you from? Why are you in this temple?"

"what?"

The drunk old man was very surprised, but he still answered honestly.

"My name is Cheng Santie, and they all call me Old Chengtou."

"I'm a local of Yuntian Territory and have been here for decades!"

"I just went to the temple to have a few drinks and have some fun, just like other people going to a brothel to listen to opera and watch music."

"The City God Temple is quiet, no one comes here, and no one blames you if you get drunk. I like places like this."

Old Cheng raised his head carefully and said with an apologetic smile.

"Who would have thought that I would meet you today? I couldn't help but say a few words."

After hearing his words, Anle felt even more puzzled.

There didn't sound to be anything wrong with what Old Cheng said.

This is the unlucky, alcoholic old man who was unfortunately run into by Anle.

But it still couldn't explain why he hadn't been sensed by the spiritual consciousness before.

"Maybe it's because of the City God Temple itself?"

Anle speculated silently.

However, now that the City God Temple has been burned down and other people from Xuanyan Cave have arrived, it is obviously not realistic to go back and experiment.

And this old Cheng saw his "true face".

It seems a bit risky to just let it go like this.

"Forget it, I'd better keep it with me for now."

"We can try it again in the deduction..."

So, Anle took Old Chengtou on a detour and returned to Hongshan Town from another direction.

******

Night is coming.

Return to the inn.

It is still a bustling scene here.

But at this moment, the topic they were talking about turned to the previous burning of the City God Temple and the beating of Little Yanjun.

The reputation of the Ghost-Faced Man gradually spread among people.

Some people even made bold statements and wanted to challenge him.

The fastest way to build a reputation is undoubtedly to step on other people's heads.

Anle remained calm about this.

What they are looking for is the man with the ghost face. What does it have to do with his Anle?

Alas, I lost a finger, so my typing speed has slowed down a lot. I hope I can get better soon.

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Chapter 112

In the room of the inn.

Anle took a few Qi and Blood Pills and Bigu Pills to satisfy his hunger.

At the same time, he was thinking about Old Chengtou's performance along the way.

After arriving at the inn, Anle casually ordered some food for Lao Chengtou and asked for a separate room for him.

The old man was so grateful that he burst into tears and looked flattered.