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

Chapter 22 22. Silencing

Nothing happened that day.

In the evening, Song Yan returned to Nanzhu Peak. Wang Susu found him and whispered, "Junior brother, everything is fine here."

Song Yan said, "Thank you, Senior Sister Wang."

Wang Susu smiled and said, "How is your understanding?"

"I have made some small gains."

"Then Junior brother, keep working hard. If you need Senior Sister, just let me know.

And Qi Yao has been ordered by the peak master to be confined and is not allowed to leave the mountain for the time being.

Do you want to visit her?"

"No."

"Hehe."

After the two finished talking, they parted ways.

Song Yan returned to the cave and took a look at the princess who was still weak from the essence-collecting. However, he did not ask her to serve him again. He just said, "Xue Rou, you should rest well today and come to my bed tomorrow."

The princess seemed to have completed self-hypnosis. The charm brought by the hidden blood of the multi-tailed fox tribe was completely aroused. At this time, she sucked her fingers, posed seductively and indulged in desire. She said, "Rou'er is Song Lang's, all Song Lang's. Song Lang made Rou'er seem to have returned to the first time she became a woman."

Song Yan looked at her with mixed feelings. He felt that the "crazy fan" thing was extremely terrifying.

If the power is higher, it can really control the people below.

What character, what chastity, what will, in front of this kind of power, is completely vulnerable.

He can do this to mortals.

The higher-level cultivators may not be able to do this to him.

He is really trembling with fear, as if facing the abyss, walking on thin ice.

This went on for several days.

On this day, Song Yan planned to go to the Delphinium Forest as usual, but just after he walked out of the cave, he heard a quarrel in the distance.

He looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a thin old man with wrinkled skin arguing with Zhang Yin.

Song Yan had not only seen that old man before, but was also quite familiar with him.

His name was Kang Defu, the oldest of the successful servants. He had stood behind Zhang Yin when he was tested that day.

At this time, Kang Defu said angrily: "Brother Zhang, am I not a formal disciple?

Why don't you give me the furnace and cauldron of the Great Wei Royal Family?

You said before that there were not enough people, but yesterday I went to the market at the foot of the mountain and saw a new batch of royal furnaces and cauldrons delivered!

Why haven't I got mine yet?"

Zhang Yin frowned and looked at him, revealing a bit of sarcasm, and then said: "Brother Kang, you are in your seventies and eighties, why are you still using the best furnace and cauldron of the Great Wei Royal Family? Waste!"

"Brother Zhang" Kang Defu panted, and said angrily, "But this is what I deserve!"

Bang! !

Zhang Yin slapped Kang Defu and sent him flying, his mouth full of blood.

Zhang Yin was still not satisfied, so he took two steps forward, stepped on Kang Defu's face, looked down at him, and said with a smile: "You are so old, but you still don't know the rules.

Learn more from Junior Brother Song.

Get lost!"

In the distance, Song Yan, who was listening, was speechless.

How did this involve him?

But on second thought, he seemed to be doing quite well here.

Zhang Yin helped him find inner disciples to teach him "Little Five Elements Hand" and "Painting Skin Technique".

Wang Susu spoke for him and took the initiative to help him clear all suspicion.

Kang Defu stood up angrily, spat out a mouthful of blood, but did not dare to say a word, and walked away directly.

Song Yan also tightened his black robe and went to the green larkspur forest.

It was already deep winter.

After a while, some scattered snowflakes flew between the cliffs.

The snow was getting wilder, the mountain birds were gone, and the wild forest was covered with snow like white hair.

Song Yan sensed the whistling wind around him, thought for a while, and decided to practice today.

He had been observing low-level monsters for many days, but he always felt that something was missing. After thinking about it, he decided to take a method mentioned in the "Painting Skin Method": kill, dissect, and measure.

Kill the monster, dissect the monster, feel every inch of the monster with your hands, and experience it carefully.

This is the fastest way to sense the "Painting God".

He had to put the "Painting Skin Method" on the panel as soon as possible, so that he could deduce it with his life span.

The weather was fine before, so it wouldn't work.

But today, the world is noisy and can cover up many movements. If he goes a little further, it will be okay.

Two two-headed wolves are rushing out of a cave.

The cold weather can't do anything to them, but it can make some ordinary beasts relax their vigilance. Maybe if you are lucky, you can even meet a frozen one.

Although the two-headed wolf doesn't have much brain, it has the instinct to hunt and the experience of living in this environment for a long time.

Swoosh~~

Swoosh~~~

The two-headed wolf ran wildly.

They were lucky today, and soon they saw a two-legged beast walking in the snow.

The two wolves had eight dim eyes, crouched slightly, and approached quietly, but the two-legged beast seemed to have no idea at all.

When they were close to a certain distance, the two wolves were already drooling, looked at each other, and suddenly accelerated.

The impact brought snow and mist.

In the eyes of the poor two-legged beast, all he could see was the snow and mist exploding, and two fierce black shadows shot out like a gust of wind, rushing straight towards him.

But at this moment, a two-headed wolf running behind suddenly heard a strange sound that was different from the wind and snow and the forest.

As soon as the sound fell, a cold light had already pierced its heart.

The two-headed wolf's eyes went black.

Fell to the ground.

Died.

The other two-headed wolf had already jumped up and bit the neck of the two-legged beast that seemed to have raised its hand slightly.

But the two-legged beast reacted quickly, raising its hand and then reaching back to block its mouth.

The two-headed wolf bit the offered hand unceremoniously.

But in the next moment, in its eyes, the hand turned black.

It was a terrible, mysterious black.

The moment the fangs bit down, a strong explosive force emitted from the black hand.

Obviously the hand didn't move at all, but there seemed to be a devastating explosion inside.

Click!

Bang! !

boom! ! !

Time seemed to slow down.

The two-headed wolf's teeth were broken first, then its mouth, and then its brain.

Blood, brains, broken bones, and broken flesh exploded in mid-air.

At this time, the speed of the two-legged beast suddenly increased, and the electric speed swept back two or three feet, and the exploded flesh and blood fell just in front of his feet, without staining his clothes.

These two legged beasts are none other than Song Yan.

Song Yan fought for a while and felt that his fighting ability should be okay.

After all, on the top of the mountain, he had probably understood that "although low-level monsters like the two-headed wolf only correspond to the first level of Lianxuan, they cannot be instantly killed by the second level of Lianxuan." However, he easily killed two of them instantly.

The young man squatted down and began to quickly study the two-headed wolf.

The smell of blood would quickly attract other monsters or beasts, and he didn't have much time.

Fortunately, "fighting the two-headed wolf" really gave him a better understanding of the existence of the "two-headed wolf".

After a while of burning incense, there was movement in the distance, as if many things were running towards here from near or far.

Song Yan stood up, washed his hands with snow, and waved to a few pairs of green eyes in the snowy bushes not far away, indicating that he could come and eat.

He walked back happily, thinking as he walked, and took out two earthen walnuts and turned them in the palm of his hand.

As he turned around, his heart suddenly moved, and he looked at the panel again.

Good guy.

This is either not much, or if it is more, just add two more lines.

[Spell: (Can be deduced by longevity)]

"Skin Painting" (not yet started)

"Little Five Elements Hand" (not yet started)

Obviously, both the practice of "Little Five Elements Silk Winding Hand" and "Painted Skin Spiritualism" are very difficult, and even the dismantled entry methods cannot be mastered in just a few days.

But now that it appeared on the panel, Song Yan felt that the problem was not big.

‘No pain, no gain. ’

The young man's heart was filled with joy.

After walking for about two sticks of incense, Song Yan suddenly frowned. Just as he was about to run away from something, he saw two figures riding shadow puppets of two-headed wolves in the forest.

When he got closer, he saw that he was an outer disciple of the Shadow Puppet Peak with mysterious robes and mysterious patterns.

The visitor did not relax his vigilance because Song Yan was wearing a uniform. Instead, he asked sharply: "Which peak are you from? What are you doing here?!"

Song Yan said calmly: "Junior brother is from Nanzhu Peak. He came here because the Talisman Master needs to master the "Skin Painting Technique", so he observes the coming of monsters. This can be proved from the top and bottom of Nanzhu Peak."

The two disciples looked at each other, and suddenly one of them threw out an iron shackle and said coldly: "Cuff it yourself first, and then come back with me."

Song Yan frowned.

But at this moment, his expression suddenly tightened, and he quietly stepped back half a step, protecting his two senior brothers in front of him.

The two outer disciples also felt the same thing. They instantly became nervous and scanned the surrounding woods with alert expressions.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Two figures in gray clothes swept out from the forest, one holding a sword and the other holding a gourd.

"Hey, three devil bastards"

"Kill and pay for the Wei royal family with your life!"

The person holding the sword will fly up instantly.

The person holding the gourd shook the mouth of the gourd, and the iron beans flew out one by one, rushing toward the three of them with a dull luster.

The still nervous outer disciple seemed to have noticed the other party's level, and suddenly burst into laughter. He raised his left hand slightly, and the two-headed wolf shadow puppet accelerated. When he moved his right hand again, another shadow puppet flew out.

When he looked closely, he saw a bird with a sharp beak like a knife, and a white-thorned deer that Song Yan was all too familiar with.

The four of them ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong with each other.

Song Yan, who hid behind a tree for the first time, looked at them strangely.

yes.

Although he lacked experience in fighting with people, he could see at this moment that although these four people controlled weapons and shadow puppets that he did not have, their strength was just like his own. They were only at the second level of Xuanxuan.

The man with the sword and gourd was probably a casual cultivator who was being worshiped by the Wei royal family. At this time, he sneaked into the mountain and wanted to kill a few disciples of the Puppet Palace to avenge the Wei royal family.

The two official disciples were patrolling here, which made Song Yanben's heart drop a little.

Since he is truly a member of his own sect, he can be handcuffed after the beating is over, and he will be explained clearly later.

After a while, Song Yan suddenly heard a scream and saw a Shadow Peak disciple's left arm cut off by a flying sword.

Because another disciple was distracted, he was also hit by Tie Douzi. He fell to the ground and tried to struggle, but was quickly hit by a flying sword.

However, due to negligence, the sword-wielding casual cultivator was impaled by the disciple with a broken arm controlling the flying bird shadow puppet.

Another fierce fight for ten breaths

Four people, one dead, two seriously injured and one slightly injured.

The dead and seriously injured were Shadow Puppet Peak disciples.

The one who was slightly injured was the one holding the gourd.

The Gourd Loose Cultivator, who was only slightly injured, quickly fell on Song Yan. Without any nonsense, he shouted loudly, squeezed the magic formula with his hands, and the iron beans poured out again.

Song Yan's figure suddenly swayed like a whirlwind, and he was suddenly in front of Gourd Sanxiu.

The casual cultivator was stunned for a moment, but he didn't rush. He raised his hand and pointed his fingers like swords. The fingertips were full of mysterious energy and fell on Song Yan's pushed palm.

The next moment, the gourd cultivator's face suddenly changed, he was stunned and shocked, because he felt a terrible suction coming from the opposite side, which sucked away all the mysterious energy in his fingertips and made his magic fall apart.

‘What evil magic? ’

‘Why is the mysterious energy gone? ! ’

Song Yan pushed forward and his palm landed on the gourd cultivator's forehead.

Bang!

The gourd cultivator died!

Song Yan was like a ghost, and instantly came in front of the flying sword cultivator.

Bang!

The flying sword cultivator died.

Looking at the remaining senior brother, he sighed lightly.

In a moment

Bang!

Senior brother, die!

The absorbed mysterious energy rippled in his body, and he felt that although the mysterious energy increased, it was just "impurities".

This made Song Yan very uncomfortable, but now he still needed to endure this discomfort and quickly touch the corpse first.