The sick villain maxed out the favorability of the protagonist

Seeing Li Yan walking so simply, Jiang Anning muttered helplessly, stepped out of the restraint, and went to find Song Yu alone.

In fact, she didn't know where Song Yu's cave was, so she had to go back to the living room and walk down the stone path that Song Yu had walked before.

Going deeper and deeper, it feels like walking from the mountainside in the middle of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, and then I saw a door - plain and simple.

Standing still at the door, before Jiang Aning could speak, Song Yu's voice came out, calling her in.

The cave where Song Yu lives is obviously much larger than the "temporary dormitory" where Li Yan and Jiang Aning lived.

But there are very few decorations in it, the hall with a radius of five or six feet is empty, and there are staggered sword marks on the ground:
It seems that Song Yu clearly regards this place as a sword training ground, and has no intention of receiving guests here at all.

"You came to see me, what's the matter?" Song Yu sat cross-legged on the futon at one side of the hall, and asked lightly, his movements remained unchanged, and he didn't even open his eyes.

Jiang Anning cupped her hands respectfully, and said, "I'm here to ask Master for advice."

"Do you want to learn how to make leather?" Song Yu's tone was calm.

"No," Jiang Anning said categorically, "I don't want to learn sorcery, but only the way of swordsmanship."

Song Yu opened his eyes suddenly, his fighting spirit suddenly rose, and he shouted: "Sword!"

Jiang Anning took out her sword and attacked without hesitation, obviously she was already ready——

People who are obsessed with swords seem to have this kind of virtue. They are usually cold, but when they mention swords, they become fighting fanatics, so Jiang Anning is not surprised at all.

In fact, Li Yan was also in this cave at this time. Ever since he put on the magic weapon to hide himself, he has been following behind Jiang Aning.

It's just that Dai Fuxing of his family forgot that as the owner of the magic weapon, he can sense the position of the cloak at any time, so Li Yan is still well hidden.

After watching the battle for a while, Li Yan saw that Song Yu really wanted to guide Jiang Aning.

Although he beat Fu Xing hard enough to make his face look ashamed, and every sentence he said was tainted, but the advice he gave was still very good, so he left with peace of mind.

The closest to Song Yu's mountain is the one on Leng Xinyue.

The residences of the two elders of the Bailian Seizing Soul Sect were closest to the outskirts of the island, which was convenient for offense and defense, and more convenient for escape.

It can be seen that these people are actually very unstable in their hearts, otherwise, according to the customs of each sect, the higher the strength and status in the sect, the closer they will live to the center.

Of course, Taitian Shengzun was not included in this list, that person looked extremely arrogant and arrogant, and he didn't know where his confidence came from.

Li Yan is very serious when doing things, so naturally he won't go far to see the fat man just for a joke.

He firstly went to look at Li Yao Lizhi and the others Shi Shiran, and found that the female disciples were fine except for being a little frightened:

That Leng Xinyue acted affable, bringing her disciples together to introduce and chat with each other.

Neither the puppet seal nor the skin-changing technique was mentioned, but only talking about girls' families to get closer.

On the surface, it really looks like a good master intends to train apprentices well. It seems that the luck of the girls is not bad for the time being.

However, Li Yan really felt that Leng Xinyue's smile was a bit fake, with a feeling that made one's backs creepy.

Then, Li Yan came to the mountain peak of Chai Lin, the Holy Envoy of Dry Silence with the largest number of disciples.

He sneaked into the cave and took a look, and saw that more than a dozen people were staggering, limp, or lying on the ground, crying, and Chai Lin stood in the middle with a golden knife, and shouted:
"The elite disciples of the Righteous Path are only so capable? Stand up and continue to attack. The more you fight, the higher your strength will be. As a teacher, this is for your own good!"

It is true that it is normal for an apprentice to be beaten by the master a few times, even a master as good as Qingyuan Zhenren has done this kind of thing, but as ruthless as Chai Lin...

Look at what his disciples have become. Several of them were torn off by him.

The slightly better one also has a hole in his stomach. How can Chailin teach his disciples? He is clearly trying to vent his anger on these people, right? !
Most of these people are disciples of Tianyuanzong, and Liu Changshu is also known to Li Yan. At first glance, they are so miserable, it is really unbearable.

However, Li Yan couldn't save them, so he could only be ruthless and ignore them.

He found the three people with puppet marks on their faces in the pool of blood and observed them carefully—sure enough, the color of their puppet marks changed after the blood loss: the more severely injured, the lighter the color.

At this moment, Chai Lin flipped his hands and took out a bottle of medicine, uncorked it and poured out the black pills in his hand, and then distributed one to everyone with a wave of his hand:
"Take all the wound medicine, then stand up and continue fighting with me. If you can't stand up, practice skinning for others!"

Everyone hated and feared, and after taking the wound medicine and barely standing up, there was a fierce light in their eyes.

This made Chai Lin even more excited, he laughed loudly and said, "Come on, let's use all your housekeeping skills!"

Li Yan watched the puppet print deepen a bit as the vitality gradually recovered, confirming that his guess was indeed correct, he left quietly, no longer watching the "teacher-student exchange" where blood was splattered.

When he walked out of the cave, Li Yan was still thinking that maybe these disciples of Chai Lin regretted it: If they had known this, they might as well have worshiped a pervert as their teacher. It is better to lose your body than your life!

However, when Li Yan finally saw Li Feng, his conception was reversed again——

He walked into the cave quietly, and from a distance, he saw the fat man lying on the knee of the Merry Saint Envoy Mao Yongfeng, and the two seemed to be in love with each other.

However, when he got closer, he found that Li Feng's face was pale, his eyes were full of fear, and his lips were trembling.

Mao Yongfeng was holding the fat man's arm, rolled up his sleeves, and stroked the puppet print very gently, with a creepy and weird feeling in his slow movements.