The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Speaking of which, this was Yang Jian's first actual battle.

At the beginning, he was covered by anger, and he punched with anger, without thinking too much.

Several jumps, several punches, the four vicious foxes were killed by Yang Jian's fists one after another, all of them had their skulls smashed.

Seeing this, the remaining two vicious foxes wanted to flee, but the middle-aged Hou Ye tightly trapped one, and several generals also besieged one.

The blood-stained Hou Ye became more and more courageous in the battle. Seeing the reinforcements coming, he even shouted: "Keep one alive! This thing is just like a human being, it has intelligence! Keep it for interrogation!"

While speaking, Yang Jian jumped down and patted the forehead of the fierce fox in front of Lord Hou with his palm.

There was a soft snap, and the vicious fox was killed immediately.

This time, there was no blood splashed out, the vicious fox's body fell limply on the ground of Master Hou, and most of the spiritual power mixed with blood and resentment dissipated in an instant.

Before Master Hou could say thank you, Yang Jian jumped up again and rushed towards the last fierce fox.

"Immortal! Immortal, spare its life for now!" The Hou Ye hurriedly shouted, and in a hurry, he even used the title of 'immortal'.

Yang Jian was not stupid, so he naturally knew that Lord Hou was the one who wanted to interrogate the mastermind of the assassination.

If the ferocious foxes were to hunt people's souls, it would be impossible to come to this kind of banquet. They would probably attack remote villages... Obviously, these ferocious foxes came to assassinate the Marquis, and there must be a shameful deed of people and demons behind them.

That's beyond Yang Jian's control.

Yang Jian slapped the fierce fox on the back. With despair in its eyes, the fierce fox let out a sharp cry, like a human woman.

Afterwards, the ferocious fox violently raised a fox paw, and inserted it into its own neck abruptly.

It stared at Yang Jian stubbornly, its last gaze was full of hatred, and there was a little relief after relief...

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

He jumped up and was about to leave, but the Hou Ye kept shouting from the side: "Immortal! Little Immortal! Please stay still! Please stay here! Let me present a gift!"

Keep? or not to stay?

Yang Jian didn't hesitate, and continued to jump without looking back. After jumping up this time, his feet landed on a stone pillar, and his figure shot out like an arrow, and disappeared after a few ups and downs.

His action this time was not for gaining people's admiration, let alone for the power and wealth in the world, it was purely because he couldn't bear to see the monsters wreaking havoc, so he helped each other.

Stay for a few pleasantries? But there is no need for this.

Yang Jian didn't know that when he left, his back fell into the eyes of the two of them, which aroused completely different gazes.

One is the aura girl in the heroic armor, her eyes are full of light, she fell down on the carpet, raised her white and tender hands, trying to catch Yang Jian's back...

As for the prince who was leaning against the corner of the stone pillar and protected by two strong men, there was a bit of viciousness and resentment in the depths of his eyes, then he 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 directions, their sharp blades shone brightly.

"Lord Hou! Protect Lord Hou!"

"His Royal Highness! The last general is too late to save you!"

"Damn foxes! Scrape them off!"

Noisy, noisy, the whole Hou Mansion was boiling, but it soon became silent and silent.

What about Yang Jian?

He didn't leave Hou's mansion at first, but took a detour, took advantage of the chaos and went to the small kitchen yard, where he had a great meal.

Then he turned to the attic where the little princess lived. He wanted to see if the toilet was unblocked, but then he smiled.

"Although it blocked your toilet, it still saved you once, so let's make a tie."

Unconsciously, the girl with a strong aura but full of 'fart' appeared in her mind, slightly dazed.

Yang Jian couldn't help but compare in his heart, if the little cicada grows up, she will not be weaker than the little princess if she is smart and handsome.

Thinking of Xiao Chan'er, Yang Jian misses her a little, but he can't see her right away...

"Alas," Yang Jian sighed, just as he was about to climb over the wall, he saw a window in the attic was open, which seemed to be a study.

He suddenly became playful, and took the little princess as a little cicada, jumped in through the window, picked up a pen and wrote a few words on the white paper, then threw the pen away, ran out of the incense pavilion, climbed over the courtyard wall, and disappeared again.

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

She didn't take off the armor, but just sat on the chair in a daze, as if thinking or reading something.

A maid shouted in surprise from the study: "Princess! Princess, come and see! That person left a note for you!"

leave a message? what word?

The distraught little princess stood up abruptly, knocked down the armchair, smashed the teacup, and ran to the desk in a hurry.

"He! He!" The little princess's hands were trembling with excitement, holding the piece of paper, she looked up at the maids who were serving her, "He! What is this writing? I haven't read the book for a few days, you don't know it! Read it to me!"

Several maids could not hold back their laughter and leaned forward and backward. The angry little princess kept stomping her feet. She was lively and active since she was a child.

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

‘Blocking your toilet, it’s a write-off. '

"Well, he was the one who blocked it before?" The little princess blushed, and said falteringly: "That's the private land of my daughter's house, how can he, how can he be so...frivolous..."

Several maids looked at each other, and then continued to laugh heartlessly, which made the little princess even more anxious and could only act coquettishly.

Clang, the dagger was unsheathed, and a cold light suddenly appeared.

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

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

Gossip less, get down to business.

In addition, Yang Jian did not leave the city after climbing over the courtyard wall of the Hou Mansion, but wandered around leisurely.

He came to the city because he was lonely in practice, and he wanted to take a look at the ordinary scenery and taste the humanities of this place.

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

He stopped outside the gate of the academy and listened to the sound of young children reading.

In the end, he went to a martial arts academy in the city, because he saw that the middle-aged Lord Hou made extraordinary moves, and those moves were very effective against the enemy, so he also felt a little bit of stealing...

Cultivating Taoism in the prehistoric times, with multiple primordial spirits.

Most of today's Taoist methods use the Taoist body as the foundation of the primordial spirit, and the Taoist body is like the house and armor of the primordial spirit.

Although the body is also very important - when the cultivation base is weak, the primordial spirit cannot be separated from the nourishment of the Taoist body; if the cultivation base is strong, although the mind can travel too far, but the primordial spirit is separated from the body for a long time, there will be many deviations.

But most of the monks' fighting methods are to sacrifice magic weapons, far apart, and bombard each other.

Even if there are brilliant monks who don't forget to sharpen their Taoist body while cultivating their primordial spirit, they will not easily fight in close quarters.

In close combat, the opportunity is often lost, which is naturally much more dangerous than casting spells from a distance. Although monks transcend the world of mortals and pursue the Dao, they cherish their lives even more because of this.

Therefore, martial arts gradually declined.

Back then, the Lich War swept across the world. The catastrophe of Wu Zhong's body cultivation and Yao's cultivation of primordial spirit, which lasted for unknown epochs, was also regarded as the brightest era of 'physical arts'.

Then the lich fell, the human race rose and respected the Taoist sect, and the body cultivation line became weaker and weaker.

Most of the martial arts are just moves, and in the eyes of the monks, there are no profound methods, let alone the powerful ancient warfare methods of the witch clan back then.

From martial arts to Taoism? It's a fantasy.

Yang Jian's master Yuding is so powerful, if he learns some ancient witchcraft tactics, he will not lose his status, but he can steal the martial arts of ordinary people...

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

Yang Jian was also quite helpless.

When practicing the first three stages of the Bajiu Xuangong, the Xuangong is too overbearing, and it is impossible to practice the Sanshengbiluojue.

If he couldn't cultivate his primordial spirit, he wouldn't be able to use magic tools and treasures. The only thing he could rely on was his invulnerable body.

However, what he has access to at this stage is the weapons used by mortals in this withered world.

Stealing a teacher is just stealing a teacher, at least it can increase his combat power and increase his self-protection strength.

Yang Jian made up his mind and sneaked onto a roof of the martial arts academy, watching the youngsters in the martial arts academy studying martial arts there.

Keep the complete set of moves in mind, although they are all superficial martial arts, but the use of body strength is indeed somewhat ingenious...

At sunset, Yang Jian's figure quietly left and ran back to the mountains outside the city. He practiced the moves he had memorized one by one, discarding the dross and leaving behind a few simple moves. He practiced repeatedly for an hour and gradually became coherent.

Then meditate and practice on the array, and then run in the valley with stones on it.

This is the most fundamental practice, so you can't let it go for a day.