"Hey, three over there, do you know what's going on here? Why are we all lying down, only you three intact?"

The man's tone was not kind and his words were irritable. It was no wonder that he was still in a gentle village the moment before, but he fell into a wilderness the next moment. If anyone had to do it, his mind would inevitably change. It was rare not to show panic.

bite!

Suddenly, a light sound came from under his feet. The big man looked down and jumped up the Pu Knife in the grass, held it in his hand, and pulled it a knife flower.

The cold light flashes, the cold wind is bitter, and the strength and spirit are combined, reflecting extraordinary sword skills.

This knife was originally the man's portable weapon. Because the inn, the tables and chairs disappeared and fell into the grass. Now I hold the knife again and use the light of the knife to increase the momentum. When I speak, it brings a little strong smell: "I suddenly fell into a coma. Could it be that I was caught in your way? I was caught here by you? What's your purpose? I dare to fight the idea of ​​my ghost head sword Xiongling in northern Shaanxi!"

As he spoke, he walked towards Qiu Yan and others.

"Huh?" Dai Guo frowned. He didn't know Qiu Yan's plan, but didn't say anything, but just stared at the other party coldly.

"You are a big man in the world, why would I kidnap you?"

Seeing this, Qiu Yan said something, and the other party showed anger when he heard this. He was about to reprimand him, but he didn't expect Qiu Yan to stop moving his feet. He raised his hand and swung his sleeves, and his true energy gushed out, roaring and surging. The man didn't even have time to react, but was shrouded by the pressure of the air, his muscles and bones trembled, and he was crushed to the ground!

"What! I shook my sleeves from the air and actually pressed people in the air! What is this method? Could it be that this scholar is a innate master?"

The innate master refers to the fate cultivator who broke through the bottleneck of the foundation-building realm and was no longer limited to flesh and blood, but instead tempered the seven souls. Due to the relationship between inheritance and cause and effect, fate cultivators are not ostentatious in the world, and not many people have gained fame. They are regarded as martial arts myths by some people.

Xiong Ling, a big man with a beard, had never seen a cultivator in the Soul Refining Realm, and could not tell the difference between Qiu Yan's cultivation. However, from this simple action, he saw that his power was amazing. As soon as he lay on the ground, he immediately became shocked, and felt a deep sense of regret in his heart. He was about to beg for mercy. However, before he could speak, Qiu Yan's voice floated into his ears-

"I don't have time to play with you any hidden cultivation. Please wait for yourself to recall the reason, and the reason for the matter will naturally be clear. Don't ask me."

After saying that, Qiu Yan shook his sleeves again, flipped his true energy in the air, and enveloped the long-haired swordsman and two men in strong clothes.

Before the energy arrived, the three of them rose up suddenly, and they had already recovered their consciousness. They were secretly lurking, closing their eyes to wait for an opportunity, but they could not escape Qiu Yan's perception. They were directly discovered and pressed to the body.

At this time, the three of them suddenly rose, one of them stabbed the sword quickly, the cold light was like water, the two of them fists and feet rose, and their strength was scattered, but in an instant they were suppressed with destruction and fell down faster than jumping, and fell heavily to the ground!

Boom!

The ground was shocked and the shock waves spread. The remaining comatose people were stimulated and woke up one after another.

The middle-aged scholar crawled up and fell in a panic. Then he woke up, and then screamed.

However, the tall and thin scholar breathed a long breath on the ground, then slowly stood up and bowed to Qiu Yan and others to thank him.

Before long, the middle-aged scholar calmed down, shook his head, and whispered: "I relaxed my vigilance for no reason, entered the inn, and then fell into a coma for no reason. When I woke up, it seemed like the world changed and the scene changed drastically. Could it be that I met a monster recorded in the notes of the monster? This is a rare experience, and it should be recorded."

Then, he ignored it and took out paper and pen from his sleeve, pursed the pen in his mouth, and recorded it on the paper, describing it personally.

"These people are so strange." Looking at the strange behavior of these people, Dai Guo couldn't help but say something.

Qiu Yan shook his head and said, "Things that have not been seen do not mean that they are strange things. As long as someone does it, there is meaning behind it." He glanced at the middle-aged scholar, let go of the control of his true energy, and let the long-haired swordsman and others get up again.

These people are also good at martial arts. They were suppressed by the air, and their emotions changed alternately, and they were mixed with deep fear. Thinking back on all kinds of things, they finally realized what they had encountered and calmed down.

"Are you an immortal?" The man with a beard stood up again, but he no longer dared to act rashly.

The two men in strong clothes looked surprised and suspicious, but did not say much, but hurriedly returned to the man in brocade clothes, focused on his mind and looked well-trained.

The scene suddenly calmed down.

"Is there a monster living in the inn just now?" The big man with a beard looked at Qiu Yan in fear and asked in a low voice.

"Thank you for your help. Zhang Yue should remember it. Please let me know the name of the surname and name." The long-haired swordsman took the long sword and walked over.

Qiu Yan said, "It was a coincidence that Mr. Qiu came here, so there was no need to say much. If you know your kindness, you should pay attention in the future. You might as well lend a helping hand when you see something similar."

"Mingman! Monk! You must be a monk!" At this time, the young man in brocade clothes woke up like a dream, suddenly ran over and fell to the ground, "I, Zhao Dayouyuan, gave half of my family property, and asked the monk to accept me as his disciple and pass on the method of immortality!"

Qiu Yan shook his head, ignored it, bent down and pinched the neck of the puppy under his feet, lifted it up, and then said, "Meeting each other is fate, everyone, there will be a date in the future."

After the words were finished, he was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by the crying sounds mixed with.

"This young master, please save my young master!" Along with the sound was a figure running over quickly, and he fell to the ground with a plop, but it was the little fish of Shutong.

"The villain has no idea about Mount Tai, and offended you. Please don't remember the villain's mistakes. But my son has always been helpful. This time it's a bad time and he has no pulse. Please save me!"

"Hmm?" Qiu Yan was stunned when he heard this. Then he noticed that when he shook everyone's souls and awakened them, he ignored You Zui. The scholar did not wake up with it. "You Zui hasn't woken up yet? Have you lost your pulse?"

He couldn't talk about his likes and dislikes to this scholar, but since he had met, he couldn't ignore it, so he walked over.

When Shutong saw this scene, he didn't bother to wipe the tears from his face and quickly followed.

When he arrived at Youzui, Qiu Yan frowned, squatted down, reached out to pinch Youzui's body, swept his spiritual sense and noticed that the other party's soul had returned to his position.

"As long as the airline is, the pulse is extremely weak, and I am trapped in the state of turtle breath. The screen had previously closed its light, but although this drunken soul was shaken, I decided to be unable to wake up. What is the reason?"

Thinking of this, his perception explored again, covering the other party's whole body, and finally found something abnormal.

"This Youzui soul was dead and almost no thoughts were beating. His thoughts seemed to have gathered..."

As he thought about it, Qiu Yan's eyes turned and his eyes fell on the scroll next to him.

The scroll was taken by a woman in white, but the woman was just a little desire in Youzui's heart. She was used by Ling Huipo and led out to project it. She has never been a real person. She has disappeared now and has no trace.

The scroll held by the woman fell to the ground, and after the inn disappeared, it rolled into the grass.

However, Qiu Yan can now feel a little thoughts from the scroll, connecting with Youzui's flesh and blood body.

"When calligraphy and painting are sent to lovesickness, I am too devoted to painting when I am drunk, and I put my mind on it?"

He reached out and took the scroll open, and the woman in white on the paper showed up again.

"It turns out that this scholar really painted such a painting. I thought I was always in a dream just now." The sound of Xiong Ling, a big bearded man, came from behind, and they all followed, but they were far away from Qiu Yan and were silent.

"This painting skills are superb and has a charm, but it has an obscure meaning, which is quite unmatched." The middle-aged literati looked at the painting and sighed, as if he was quite knowledgeable.

The thin scholar walked two steps forward, glanced at it, and said, "This painting is probably what this person is so excited about, so he can write it. However, if he exhausts his energy, he may not be able to do such a move in the future."

The long-haired swordsman Zhang Yue, the young man in brocade clothes Zhao Dayou and others followed, without saying a word, but the eyes of the two of them looking at Qiu Yan contained something, as if they had something to ask for.

At this time, the middle-aged scholar was panicked, with a little excitement on his face. He held a pen and hurriedly recorded the book in his hand, and said, "Tonight's experience is really eye-opening. If you write it all...ah?"

Before he finished speaking, he exclaimed in surprise. It turned out that the pen in his hand flew out on its own. He had just experienced the demonic disaster and was still scared. This scene immediately scared everyone around him. When Qiu Yan spoke, he felt relieved.

"Borrow pen and use it."

It turned out that Qiu Yan was holding the pen in an empty space, grabbed it, held it in his hand, and looked down!

The surging blood and blood fell along this stroke, clicked on the paper, outlined a little on the woman's forehead, injected qi and blood, and thoughts fluctuated in it.

Bang!

Immediately, a rolling thought surged out of the painting and returned to Youzui along the contact. Youzui moaned, his fingers flicked, and slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were confused.

"Young Master, you are awake!" Shutong Xiaoyu burst into tears.

"Xiaoyu, what's wrong with me?" You Zui stood up, recalled for a moment, and suddenly sighed, "So that's it. I understand that this incident was a waste of time. It was already a blessing for the fairy in the fairy mountain to see the last time. How could there be other extravagant hopes that the evil spirit would take advantage of the situation..."

He was talking, but he was interrupted by a deserted voice.

"Young Master You..."

As soon as these words were said, a cold air suddenly appeared around him. Xiong Ling and others subconsciously slammed the cicada. Qiu Yan's face changed suddenly, his eyes turned and fell on the three-foot scroll.

The sound comes from the painting! (To be continued. Please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!)
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