"Go to die!"

Lin Yan shouted fiercely, and his body in the air leaned toward the right side. His straight left leg kicked the Qingfeng Wolf on the left with a "bang". At the same time, using the power brought by the tilting body, Lin Yan's right hand turned into a curved shape, and with the flow, he smashed the Qingfeng Wolf on the head on the right side!

The Qingfeng Wolf kicked away was the same as a calf, weighing at least 400 kilograms. At this moment, he was lying softly on the ground twenty meters away, unable to move, and just kept wailing.

The other Qingfeng wolf, who was hit by the iron elbow, only let out a scream, and his head was smashed, and he died when he landed on the ground!

"die!"

Lin Yan looked at the Qingfeng Wolf twenty meters away, squeezed out the word coldly from his teeth, and then punched it with one hand!

The terrifying force directly penetrated the air and hit the Qingfeng Wolf with lightning speed!

A bloody rain sprinkled, and the green wind wolf flew high again. After flying backwards for more than ten meters, it "lives" like a pile of mud on the ground, as if even the bones were broken!

Lin Yan looked at his battle results with satisfaction and smiled slightly.

With just one encounter, he killed two Qingfeng wolf of the same strength cleanly and neatly with the strength of the first level of the Transcendent Realm, and it seemed very relaxed. It turned out that after reaching the Transcendent Realm, his strength was so powerful!

"If I add the sword of war and the various methods of using the energy used in the secret book of the Unnamed Mind Method, I'm afraid I'll have the power to fight against the ferocious beasts in the second level of the Transcendent Realm, right?"

"Little Chong'er, you blocked me on Dragon Island. No matter what your purpose is, it will not stop my determination to return to Xiaoshui City. When you wait, I will soon step into the center of Dragon Island and walk out of Dragon Island with dignified eloquence!"

Lin Yan said confidently, then went to the cave to clean up, took the sword of war, and began to walk into the forest.

Mei Jiangxue and other experienced practitioners have already left Long Island. I guess they were still very hurrying when they left, so there must be a lot of things left behind. Lin Yan would not miss such a good opportunity in vain, so he approached the center of the forest, hoping to find their place to live.

There was basically no particularly dangerous thing along the way.

First, Lin Yan reached the Transcendent Realm. The ferocious beast with ordinary innate strength was either smashed to death by his fist or frightened to escape from his butt. As for the ferocious beast with the Transcendent Realm, Lin Yan simply didn't even bother to get out of the sheath of the Battle Sword, so he didn't respond to the battle, and ran directly in the dense forest.

After walking about twelve miles along the way, Lin Yan finally found a temporary building complex that covers a large area on a grassland five thousand meters away from the outside of Long Island.

There are three small wooden houses and a tent in this residence, which are left with a lot of food, lighting, heating and hunting equipment.

Lin Yan grinned, feeling like he had picked up a treasure.

Such a comfortable place to live, in Long Island, it can be regarded as having everything you want, and everything is ready.

"Thanks to the unknown colleagues."

Lin Yan couldn't see who owned this place of residence before, so after a vague thank you, he officially took over and belonged to him.

With this good place that is not afraid of wind, rain, sun, or darkness, or coldness, at least in life, it can bring him a lot of convenience and naturally provide him with a lot of extra time to practice.

After eating a few packs of cooked food to fill his stomach, Lin Yan took a short rest, walked to the open space, drew out the battle sword to prepare to practice the sword moves recorded in "Xuantian Sword Art".

After the sword was filled with vitality, it emitted a burst of white bright light in the air as it danced, and thunder sounded. Affected by the energy, the green leaves on the nearby trees could not help but fall off and fluttered, making the sword moves more powerful and extraordinary.

"Boy, you have practiced the three-legged cat's sword moves so relish. Oh, it's a pity that this warlike sword."

Amid the faint sound of wind and thunder, Lin Yan, who was holding the sword and flipping around, suddenly heard a sigh of sigh.

The sound seemed to be weathered and frost-like. It can be imagined that it was made by an old man, but he felt unhappy no matter how he heard this. It seemed that the old man who said this was very worthy of a beating.

"who!"

Lin Yan immediately stopped moving, his body tensed, and kept fighting, looking around with a cautious look on his face.

"Guess who I am?" The sound of beating sounded again.

Lin Yan had the urge to scold "I guess, guess your sister", but he resisted it and didn't say it out, because there was no one around the open surroundings, but there was indeed someone talking. In this way, there was only one possibility, that is, this person was very strong, and as long as the person was unwilling to show up, he could not find him. Fortunately, this person was just a little hurt in his mouth and did not kill him. Therefore, Lin Yan's good temper could last for so long.

"Then guess where I am?"

Seeing that Lin Yan didn't speak, the voice was busy entertaining himself.

Lin Yan carefully searched the surrounding environment again, but there was still nothing unusual.

"Boy, don't be on guard against me like a thief! I'm here."

"Where?" Lin Yan finally answered.

"Idiot, I'm here, in the sword of war." The voice said in a tone of angering and griefing his misfortune.

Lin Yan curiously took the Zhan Jian back and placed it under his nose, and said with an incredible expression: "Are you in the Zhan Jian? Are you Zhan Jian himself?"

Lin Yan suddenly remembered that before he got the Zhan Jian, Zhan Jian had set up an extremely difficult test level for him. He was constantly teased and attacked by Zhan Jian. Until several ribs were broken in the end, he almost couldn't get up forever. He passed the test. Thinking about it this way, Zhan Jian does have spiritual consciousness, that is, he has the so-called sword spirit. He can speak and think about problems like a human being. Naturally, there is nothing strange about it.

"I'm still the Zhan Jian himself. The Zhan Jian is just a ball of scrap copper and iron, and he has a lot of spiritual consciousness!"

To Lin Yan's surprise, the voice that kept saying that he was in the sword in the sword actually disdained his words, and instead began to jump to scold the sword in the sword.

Lin Yan is not a fool. He had known the preciousness of the sword of war, but this voice was clearly full of disdain for the sword of war. If this person was not a person who was a slap, he would have to be a madman.

Lin Yan suddenly remembered that he had seen a complete madman.

It's in the cave in the corridor.

"Little Clock" was suppressed by the madman with a battle sword as a seal sword, and it was suppressed for ten thousand years.

It is the person who writes like a ghost painting talisman, and has not even learned the charm of cursive script at all.

Thinking of this, thinking that the two might really have a relationship, Lin Yan certainly would not treat this person as a fool again, although this person really deserves a beating when speaking.

So, Lin Yan smiled and smiled at Zhan Jian, "Senior is the master who suppresses the dragon deep in the underground of Niutou Mountain?"

The other party also smiled and said contentedly as if Old Huai was comforting him: "Boy, you are not too stupid at all."

Just as Lin Yan was so depressed that he wanted to get angry, the owner of the voice spoke again.

"You are really right. I am just a master. The little bug was suppressed by me and suppressed it for ten thousand years. But where is Niutou Mountain you are talking about?"

Lin Yan was a little amused. It seemed that this master not only had a rough and unruly personality, but also was quite proud and narcissistic. I really don’t know how to suppress the famous dragon.

"Boy, do you not believe what I said?" The master saw Lin Yan's thoughts and asked quickly. His voice was fast, as if Lin Yan didn't believe him, he would immediately show his skills to shut up Lin Yan.

"Believe, of course."

Lin Yan hurriedly replied. He did not believe it. This man had proved his unparalleled strength in the stone cave in the corridor, so why didn't he believe it?

"Senior, why are you in the sword of war?" Lin Yan was not ready to have a quarrel with this person anymore, and asked questions he was concerned about.

"This is just a spiritual consciousness of mine. It has been placed in the battle sword for many years. Well, I don't remember it for many years."

Lin Yan was shocked after hearing this.

The war sword has been used as a seal sword alone for ten thousand years. Wouldn't that mean that this spiritual consciousness has existed for at least ten thousand years? After so long, the spiritual consciousness can still talk to itself. So how powerful is this person's body? Will it reach the legendary Zhenwu Realm? Because warriors in the Zhenwu Realm are rumored to be immortal and can live with the sky.

"Senior, where are you now?" Lin Yan asked curiously.

"You guy is stupid!"

The voice sounded, and he was once again in a tone of lament.

"This is just a spiritual consciousness I placed many years ago. Now that it has been so long, how can I still know where I am? However, I guess I should have my braided up." The voice said seriously at the last time.

Lin Yan almost laughed. The master among the peerless masters would curse him like this. It seems that this master is still quite cute sometimes.

"Boy, what's your name?"

"My name is Lin Yan."

"Well, the name is good, it's a man's name, it's a good name, it's really good."

The master savored it with relish and thought about Lin Yan's name for a long time.

Lin Yan almost collapsed. If he had a brick in his hand that could travel through time and space at this moment, he would have waved his hand and smashed it without hesitation.

"Okay, my spiritual consciousness will dissipate after a while. If you have any questions, please ask quickly."

Fortunately, the master finally thought of talking about the serious business.

"Senior, why did I get the Battle Sword for so long, but I only heard your voice at this time? Is the Battle Sword showing a wise appearance related to the spiritual consciousness you set up? Also, what's your name?"
Chapter completed!