The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

　　 Speaking of which, this is Yang Jian's first actual combat.

　　 He was covered by anger at first, and his fist was also angry, and he didn't think too much.

　　 A few leaps and punches, the four fierce foxes were killed by Yang Jian's fist one after another, all of them were broken with their skulls.

　　 The two remaining fierce foxes were about to flee when they saw this, but the middle-aged master trapped one, and several generals were besieging one.

　　 The Hou Ye, who had his robe stained with blood, became more and more courageous, and when he saw the help came, he shouted: "Keep one alive! This thing is just like a human being, and has wisdom! Leave it for interrogation!"

　　 While talking, Yang Jian jumped down and slapped the fierce fox on the forehead in front of Lord Hou.

　　 There was a soft half-click, and the fierce fox was killed immediately.

　　 There was no splash of blood this time, the fierce fox's body fell directly on the ground, and the spiritual power mixed with blood and resentment dissipated most of the time.

　　 That Hou Ye didn't say a word, thank you, Yang Jian has jumped up again and pounced on the last fierce fox.

　　 "The fairy! The fairy will spare his life for the time being!" Na Hou Ye hurriedly yelled, but in a hurry he directly used the name ‘Xianren’.

　　 Yang Jian is not stupid, he naturally knows that Lord Hou is the person who wanted to cross-examine the assassin.

If the ferocious fox is to prey on human souls, it is naturally impossible to come to this kind of banquet. It will probably attack remote villages... Obviously, these ferocious foxes are here to assassinate this master, and there must be people and monsters behind them. .

　　 Then Yang Jian can't manage it.

　　 Yang Jian slapped a palm on the back of the fierce fox. The fierce fox had despair in his eyes, and he let out a sharp yell, like a human woman.

　　 Then, the fierce fox violently lifted a fox claw and thrust it into its own neck.

　　 It looked at Yang Jian, the last gaze was full of hatred, and there was a little relief after liberation...

　　 Blood was splashing, Yang Jian frowned, sighed softly, and took two steps back.

　　 He jumped up and was about to leave, and the Hou Master repeatedly shouted from the side: "Fairy! Little fairy! Please stay! Please stay! Let me wait for gifts!"

　　 stay? Still not staying?

　　 Yang Jian did not hesitate, and continued to jump without turning his head back. After jumping up this time, he stepped on a stone pillar with his feet, his figure sprang out like an arrow, and several ups and downs disappeared.

　　 This time he took this shot, not to win admiration, let alone the power and wealth of the world, but to see the monsters raging in the heart, so he helped.

　　 stay for a polite greeting? But this is not necessary.

　　 Yang Jian didn't know it, his back fell into the eyes of the two when he left, arousing completely different eyes.

　　 One is the aura girl wearing a heroic armor, her eyes are full of light, she fell on the carpet, raised her white tender hand, trying to grasp Yang Jian's back...

　　 The prince who was leaning on the corner of the stone pillar, protected by two strong men, had a bit of viciousness and resentment in his eyes, then closed his eyes, covered his shoulders, and said nothing more.

　　 As soon as Yang Jian left, a large group of guards poured in from all sides, the sharp blades dazzling people's minds.

　　 "Master Hou! Protect Master Hou!"

　　 "His Royal Highness! The final rescuer is too late!"

　　 "The **** demon fox! Shave them alive!"

　　 Loud noises, noisy noises, the entire Hou Mansion was boiling, but it soon became silent and silent.

　　 Where's Yang Jian?

　　 He didn't leave the Hou Mansion at first, but took a turn, went to the small kitchen yard while in chaos, and had a great meal there.

　　 Then he moved to the attic where the little princess lived. He wanted to see if the bathroom was unblocked, but he smiled.

　　 "Although you blocked your latrine, but it can be considered as saving you once, let's tie it."

　　 Unconsciously, the girl with a strong aura but full of ‘fart’ appeared in her mind, slightly stunned.

　　 Yang Jian couldn't help but contrast, if Xiao Chan'er grows up, she is naturally not weak for this little princess.

　　 Thinking of Xiao Chan'er, Yang Jian missed her a little, but he couldn’t see her right away...

　　 "Oh," Yang Jian sighed, just about to go over the wall, and saw a window in the attic open, which seemed to be a study room.

He suddenly became playful, Quan Qi treated the little princess as a small cicada, jumped in from the window, took a pen to write a few words on the white paper, then threw the pen away, rushed out of the Xiangge, and turned over the courtyard. The wall is nowhere to be found.

　　 About two hours later, a group of guards escorted him, and the little princess took a few maids back to the attic with a tired face.

　　 She didn't take off the armor, she just sat in a daze on the chair, seeming to be thinking or reading something.

　　 A maid shouted in surprise from the study: "Princess! Come see the princess! That person left you a note!"

　　 leave a word? What word?

　　 The originally desperate little princess stood up, brought the armchair down, broke the tea cup, and hurriedly ran to the desk.

"He! He!" The little princess kept shaking hands with excitement, holding the piece of paper, and looking up at the maids who were serving him, "He! What is this? I haven't read it for a few days. Are you not? I don't know! Read it to me!"

　　 A few maids leaned forward and backward and couldn't help but laughed. The angry little princess kept stomping her feet. She was lively and active since she was a child, and she didn’t think of being popular. Is it funny to be illiterate!

　　 When she was about to draw her sword, these maids explained to her the meaning of Yang Jian's words. But when they explain, they are a little weird...

　　‘Blocking your latrine will be cancelled. ’

　　 "Well, he was the one who blocked it before?" The little princess blushed, and he stubbornly said: "That's the private land of his daughter's house. How could he, he be so...frivolous..."

　　 The maids glanced at each other, and then continued to laugh carelessly. The little princess who provoked was even more anxious and could only act like a baby.

　　锵, the short sword is out of its sheath, and the cold light suddenly appears.

　　 "Whoever laughs again! I'll cut her hair off!"

　　This way of acting like a baby...Anyway, the maids hurriedly begged for mercy, and I don't know if the future husband of this little princess can bear it.

　　 Talk less gossip, get back to business.

　　 Let me say that Yang Jian didn't leave the city after crossing the wall of the Hou Mansion, but wandered around leisurely.

　　 When he came to the city, he was already practicing loneliness. He wanted to see the mundane scenery and appreciate the humanities of this place.

　　Looking at the small bridge in the corner of the city, a few ducks and geese quack past;

　　 stopped outside the academy again and listened to the sound of the juvenile reading.

　　 In the end, he went to a martial arts school in the city, because he saw that the middle-aged Hou Ye had extraordinary moves before, and those moves were very effective against the enemy, he also had a little heart to steal the master...

　　 Prehistoric monasticism, multiple souls.

　　 Nowadays, most Taoisms are based on the Dao body, which is like the house and armor of the soul.

　　 Although the body is also very important-when the cultivation base is weak, the soul cannot be nourished without the Dao body; the cultivation base is strong, although the soul can be too weak, but the soul will be out of the body for a long time, and there will be many deviations.

　　 But most of the cultivators' fighting skills are sacrificed magic weapons. They are far apart, and they blast each other, fighting each other in strength and supernatural power.

　　 Even if there is a clever monk, he will not forget to sharpen his Dao body when he cultivates his soul, but he will not easily fight in close combat.

　　 In close combat, they often miss the opportunity, and naturally they are much more dangerous than casting spells from a distance. Although the monk detached himself from the world and pursued the great road, he was even more pitiful.

　　 For this reason, martial arts gradually declined.

　　Remember that back then, the Lich War swept the world. UU reading www.uukanshu.com witch heavy body repair, demon repair of the soul, the catastrophe that lasted for a few epochs, was also regarded as the most brilliant era of'physical skills'.

　　 Then the Lich fell, the Human Race rose up and respected the Taoist School, and the ‘physical’ cultivation gradually declined.

　　 martial arts, most of them are just moves, in the eyes of the monks, there are no advanced methods, not to mention the infinite ancient warfare methods of the Wu clan.

　　 Enter the Tao from Wu? It's a fantasy.

　　Yang Jian is so powerful as the real man of Yuding, if he cultivates some ancient witch warfare, he will not lose his identity, but he can steal the power of mortals...

　　 If this matter is spread out, it will really make many short-sighted monks laugh.

　　 Yang Jian is also very helpless.

　　 In the threefold practice before the eight or nine profound arts, the profound arts were too overbearing to practice the Three Lives Bi Luo Jue.

　　 can't cultivate the soul, so he can't use the magic weapon. All he can rely on is this invulnerable body.

　　 However, what he can access at this stage is the weapon used by mortals in this withered world.

　　 If you steal a teacher, you can steal it. Anyhow, it can increase his combat power a bit, and he can protect himself.

　　 Yang Jian made up his mind and sneaked up on a roof of the martial arts academy, just watching the young people in the martial arts academy studying martial arts there.

　　 keeps the complete set of moves in mind. Although they are all superficial martial arts, they are indeed a bit clever in the use of physical strength...

At sunset, Yang Jian's figure quietly went away and ran back to the mountains outside the city. He rehearsed all the moves he had memorized, removed the dross and left simple tricks, practiced repeatedly for an hour, and gradually became consistent. .

　　 Then meditate on the formation, and then run around the valley with a rock.

　　 This is the most fundamental practice, and it can't be left in a day.