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

Chapter 32 32. Chaos!

In a blink of an eye, winter has arrived again.

During this period, Song Yan tried more than once to get more information about the north and the "remnants of the Wei Dynasty" from Senior Brother Zhang. However, Senior Brother Zhang didn't take it seriously and only said, "The sky has fallen. There are five peak masters." With that said, what are the remnants of the Wei Dynasty?" and so on.

On this day, Wang Susu was also keenly aware of Song Yan's worry, and comforted him: "Junior brother was obsessed with leatherworking in the past, and he didn't have many contacts with his fellow disciples. He didn't know how huge my puppet palace is, but the multi-tailed fox tribe really came. , so what?”

Song Yan nodded.

Maybe he really thought too much.

He should calm down.

However, information is indeed his shortcoming.

All he can do is to eavesdrop with his ears raised, but Wang Susu, an "all-around social butterfly type witch", can naturally master more.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and asked: "Senior Sister Wang, I wonder how Qi Yao is doing?"

Mentioning Qi Yao, Wang Susu rolled her eyes charmingly and said with a hint of jealousy: "She has broken through to the first level of Lianxuan, and was accepted as an inner disciple because of her potential. She went to listen to the lectures of our shadow puppet master Fengfeng, and her life was very good. ”

Song Yan nodded, said no more, and looked up at the sky.

It’s snowing outside the window again, just like last year.

This is how it is in the mountains, and practicing Xuan is even more boring.

"Sister, it's time to go back to the cave."

"Well, don't think about it anymore." Wang Susu said, "You, you are thinking too much. It has been almost a year since you came back from Linglong Valley, but the leather-making technology is still not much different from a year ago. Tell me. You just love to think too much and think too much about everything.

How long has it been since that happened? Still can’t let go? "

Song Yan was stunned.

This year, he controlled the leather-making skill, preventing himself from making much progress.

First, it was to avoid those "two factions competing for the mantle".

He was actually interested in the mantle and things like that. After all, Master Shi, as the number one skin master in the Shadow Puppet Peak, could definitely use the secret skills that he had spent his whole life studying.

But the mantle obviously does not belong to him.

Secondly, it was to avoid Cheng Danqing's wooing.

For some reason, he always felt that Cheng Danqing had a big problem.

Sure enough, the lack of progress made Cheng Fengzhu, who was initially enthusiastic about him and said, "You will be mine from now on, you won't regret it", become less interested in him.

Seeing him in a daze, Wang Susu thought this sentence touched his pain point, so she said: "Senior sister also knows how much harm a scolding from an elder will bring to you, but it's time to let it go."

Song Yan came back to her senses and said, "Thank you, senior sister."

After a while.

In the cave.

Song Yan did not take supplements today.

He just did that every once in a while.

After sending Miss Qiu and the princess away, he sat alone on the stone bed in the master bedroom, crossing his legs and looking down.

He spent 440 years of his life and easily practiced all 23 Jianghu secrets to perfection.

After that, he was not satisfied and bought 9 more books on Jianghu's secrets. But this time, it only took him 80 years to perfect them all.

Even if he is thrown into a place without Xuan Qi at this time, he can still become a terrifying old monster in the world with his skills and the terrifying second-level Xuan Qi training.

There is "genuine energy" in the world.

But this kind of "Zhen Qi" actually relies on taking a breath, and then using this breath to burst out with power, but "this breath" is far inferior to "Xuan Qi".

Of course, his biggest achievement was the "Turtle Breath Technique".

If the "Condensing Evil Control Mystic Technique" that he obtained by perfectly mutating twice from the "Qi Condensation Technique" can allow him to absorb all the mysterious energy, it will make people think that he is an ordinary person.

Then, "Turtle Breath Technique" can make people feel that he is not only an ordinary person, but also an ordinary person who has lost his breath.

Ordinary people who are out of breath are dead people.

No one cares about dead people.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, and Song Yan suddenly opened his eyes, put his fingers together, and quickly pointed out.

The speed of this finger pointing is unimaginable, like a dream. This is the "Sword Drawing Technique" of a swordsman named "Zidian Sword" in the world. Song Yan practiced it to perfection, and the finger pointing is like drawing a sword;

Immediately, the almost dreamy finger moved to the end. The angle was extremely tricky, and the speed was fast and slow, giving people an extremely weird feeling. This method is the secret skill of an evil gang called the Blood Hand Sect - the Slaughter Finger. ;

Pointing to the end, the hand suddenly turned over again, turning the fingers into a palm with great strength, as if it had changed from the original poisonous snake to an angry bear standing upright. This palm technique is the unique skill of Nanshan old man - ——Mahamudra.

Brush brush brush.

In the cave, Song Yan's hands were like magic, changing unpredictably. Many killing skills were displayed on him one by one, and they became more silky and smooth.

After practicing one set, Song Yanchang breathed a sigh of relief, lay down quietly, looked at the flying snow outside the sky window, and slowly closed his eyes.

A few days later, at night, for some reason, it snowed heavily for several days and never stopped.

Song Yan held Miss Qiu in his arms with his left hand, and pillowed the princess with his right arm. They were both covered with a quilt, and their six legs were entangled with each other, sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, the entire cave was shaken.

Song Yan felt a bounce on his back, and the two women were so frightened that they opened their eyes.

But it was so dark that I couldn't see anything clearly.

boom!

Another shock.

The cave was trembling, and if it weren't for the fact that this place was above the remaining veins of the Xuan Vein, the rocks would have been rolling.

"Song Lang, what's wrong?"

"Brother Song?"

The two women hurriedly grasped at straws.

Song Yan didn't know what was going on, and didn't care about getting dressed at this time. He ran down the bed in his underwear, quickly opened the stone door, and came to the open space outside the cave.

In this life-and-death situation, the two women also wrapped themselves in a quilt and a blanket, and followed Song Yan out of the cave.

In the distance, the two women couldn't see clearly, but could only feel the sudden vibration constantly rising. The dark sky in the distance seemed to be cracked, and terrible sounds came like thunder.

Song Yan's perception was much stronger, but he could still see it clearly at this time.

That was not thunder, but many cultivators fighting.

In several cores, unimaginable energy seemed to be flying beasts colliding with each other. The powerful aftermath shook the mountaintops and produced a loud sound that tore people's eardrums.

Outside the core, there were many shadow puppets and flying swords intertwined.

Song Yan stared at the flying swords for a long time, his thoughts like lightning.

Although he didn't understand why the Nanwu Sword Sect suddenly attacked, he reacted quickly.

Suddenly, he hugged the two women and ran into the cave, then threw the hanging clothes to the two women and hurriedly said: "Put them on quickly!!"

"Song Lang."

"Talk while you put them on!"

Miss Qiu, the princess said nothing more and put on her clothes in the winter darkness.

Song Yan said quickly: "If the disciples of the Puppet Sect come later, you can say that I went out to fight and asked you to hide in the cave.

If the cultivators who claim to be from the Nanwu Sword Sect and claim to kill the evil demons come, you can cry and say that you are the furnace and finally saved.

Xue Rou, you must say that you are the princess of the Zhennan King, and then cry and ask the cultivator to avenge the Zhennan King."

The two women, especially the princess, were not stupid. They immediately understood what was happening outside.

As Song Yan was talking, he also put on his own clothes, but it was not the uniform of the disciples of Shadow Play Peak, but a cloak, which contained a lot of fasting pills, healing pills and the like.

He tightened his cloak and hurried to the gate of the cave.

Just as he arrived at the door, a voice came from behind him.

"Brother Song!"

It was the voice of Miss Qiu.

Song Yan tilted his head slightly.

Miss Qiu shouted: "Take care, you must stay alive!"

The princess was speechless, just looking at him with complicated eyes.

Song Yan was silent for a while, and his figure rushed into the night like the wind, restraining his mysterious energy in an instant, and at the same time activated the "Turtle Breathing Technique".

He ran all the way, not taking the usual road, slowly climbing the cliff from the side and sinking to the bottom.

Nanzhu Peak is very high, and the mountain and the mountain are almost two worlds, even if you perceive it, you can't reach it.

But before Song Yan landed, two flying swords actually floated in the forest, watching him like a monkey.

A figure in a white robe smiled and said, "I told you, there must be a little devil trying to escape from here."

"Brother, let's attack together, but the devil's breath is a bit strange." Another figure said.

"It must be some special way to hide his breath, it doesn't matter. Attack!"

Song Yan felt his hair exploded, and the blood in his body was burning!

He loosened his hands and fell directly to the ground.

Two flying swords shot from the sky.

He rolled over and barely dodged.

The two swords chased after him.

Song Yan raised his hands and pushed the flying sword.

The flying sword was very fast.

But Song Yan's pushing posture was very strange.

This was a natural body movement after he integrated many martial arts skills. This was an attack used by a martial arts master with the skills of a martial arts master combined with the power of a cultivator!

In an instant, the mysterious energy on the flying sword was absorbed by him.

The sword was inserted into the snow on the soil.

He rolled over, rolled on the ground, and raised his head.

The two white-robed monks made a strange "huh" sound and quickly landed on the ground.

Song Yan's eyes turned red, and he kicked the ground and stepped on the snow, taking the initiative to attack, and slapped the monk who was close to him with a palm.

The monk didn't know what he used to block it.

But Song Yan's "Control Xuan" was fully activated, and he directly sucked away his Xuan Qi. His palm hit the target's ribs from an extremely tricky angle in a subtle way that "almost impossible to appear on a monk".

The palm instantly turned black, and the condensed evil burst out.

Bang! !

Before the monk could react, and before he figured out why his Xuan Qi was gone, half of his body was blown off, and blood, flesh and organs flew everywhere!

Song Yan looked back, quickly pointed out his "Sword Drawing Technique", pointed at the "Slaughter Finger", and the "Rain of Evil" blasted out quickly.

Bang! !

The white-robed monk who was about to rush in to attack was pierced through the chest. He looked down blankly for a long time and fell to the ground with a bang.

Song Yan gasped for air, the newly absorbed external mysterious energy rushing through his body.

He quickly fumbled around in the arms of the two monks, but found nothing, so he grabbed two flying swords and rushed into the dense forest.

After rushing for more than a hundred feet, he suddenly turned around and headed for the land of the evil spirits.

He didn't believe it.

"The Condensation of Evil Spirits and the Control of Mysterious Energy", "The Turtle Breathing Technique", plus the cover of the ghosts, who else could find him! !