Chapter 48 If you are not a veteran of flowers, you can also find the trace of butterflies

Of course, the great opportunity of Tantai Mingjing was Zhang Yan, a teenager with Buddha and demon treasures. Unfortunately, a Yuanying monk he sent was killed on the spot by Zhang Yan, and the other eight late Jindan monks were scared and fled. This great opportunity has nothing to do with him for the time being.

Maybe when Pengtai Mingjing learned about this result, he would be as violent as Lang Yongqin?

Zhang Yan was heading south on the Qionglin grassland at this time, and did not know that Liu and others, who left the lakeside before him, had suffered an almost annihilation.

He just vaguely flowed from the hidden light of the sky, sensed a trace of unusualness, and became more and more alert in his heart. Chou'er and Xiaomei were also included in Yixuan Bell by him, avoiding the monks flying from time to time as much as possible along the way. Even several times, traces were found by the overhead monks, but these monks seemed to be looking for something and were too lazy to pay attention to him, a teenager who hid his cultivation to the middle of the foundation.

While sighed relieved, Zhang Yan became more and more curious. Looking at his clothes, these people are obviously not a force. How can they get together and appear here together?

Curiosity can kill people, so Zhang Yan decided not to knock a stick and stun a monk to ask what had happened. He buried his head and walked quickly. He would rather go around a large circle to pick out a remote and uninhabited path than be blown over his head by a group of monks. That feeling was very bad and even a little dangerous.

However, the reason why Qionglin grassland is a grassland is that there are not many places where you can hide with ups and downs. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a flat river, so he still met several waves of monks with bad intentions.

Zhang Yan is by no means a soft-hearted person, but he is not cold-blooded and ruthless to kill innocent people. There must be principles and bottom lines. Differential treatment and clear grudges are clear.

When he met these waves of monks whose main purpose was robbery, he was naturally rude. When he killed them, most of them were monks in the foundation period. Seeing that Zhang Yan, a young man, was also a mid-term monk who built the foundation, he thought he would be captured, but he didn't expect that the teenager destroyed them with a wave of his hand until death quietly approached his cheeks. , they were unwillingly and angrily realized that this was a despicable and shameless black villain pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger...

Zhang Yan killed without any mental obstacles. Naturally, he would not feel guilty for killing people and stripped of other people's storage bags. However, these waves of monks are obviously just little ones who wave their flags and shout. There is little oil and water, and the quality is poor. Except for the spiritual stone, the things obtained are thrown into Yixuan Bell like Zhang Yan. Xiaomei will collect them into storage bracelets without any inventory.

From these monks, Zhang Yan also roughly understood what happened at the southernmost end of the Qionglin grassland. Thinking that the Liu family died because of a incomplete map of the secret land of Yunxian, he couldn't help but feel sad. He even had a trace of admiration for Liu Qianji, who would rather burn his life in times of crisis than escape with his daughter. He had nothing to do with good or bad, and purely appreciated the tragic and fearless of his behavior.

After five or six days like this, Zhang Yan, who went around a large circle and got on the right track, finally came to the border of Qionglin Grassland. Looking around, there was a towering mountain in the clouds in the distance. White clouds swam on it like ribbons, and the lush green Daiqing came with a cool wind.

Zhang Yan's heart was shaken and walked forward. The mountains in front of him were called Fuxian, crossed Fuxian Mountain, and then passed through more than 800 miles of Mang Mang Forest, which is Qianjing City.

Entering the Thousand Mirror City and going south, there will be more and more cities and more people, which is already the most prosperous place in the Central Land...

Fuxian Mountain is very large and rugged, winding in the clouds all day long, as if it had punctured the sky.

Walking on the winding mountain road, his figure was buried by tall and thick trees. Zhang Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart. As his eyes passed, the lush trees were boundless, and the roar of unknown beasts came from afar, making him think that he had returned to Wanzhong Mountain again...

For the hunter, the jungle is his territory.

Leaving the flat and endless Qionglin grassland means leaving those grasshopper-like monks flying around. Zhang Yan was completely relaxed. As soon as he stepped into Fuxian Mountain and saw the long-lost jungle beast roar, a sense of pride suddenly gushed out of his chest. In the mountain forest, even if those monks came, he could not help himself. ji~

This is a mountain stream, and the clear and cold water flows slowly, with a cool gurgling sound. At this time, it was noon, and the sun overhead passed through the branches and leaves, passing through a wisp of bright white light, falling into the stream, carrying a layer of mist, which looked obscurity and pleasing.

Zhang Yan trekked to this time and was also captured by this scene. He came to the stream and picked up a clear stream. He was about to slap his face, and his eyes suddenly shrank.

hua~

The stream splashed, Zhang Yan's lightning poked out his arm and caught a white silk ribbon from the stream, with dark red blood stains on it! After sniffing between his nose wings, Zhang Yan stood up and shot away to the stream without hesitation.

The stream was just a rapid waterfall buried in the clouds of Fuxian Mountain. Zhang Yan did not approach, and the sound of water rumbled in his ears. After turning a stone wall, there was a white dragon-like waterfall in front of him, roaring down from the clouds in the sky.

Under the waterfall is a huge pool, and the rapid waterfall pours down, setting off pearl-like waves in the pool, raising a mass of scattered water vapor.

Zhang Yan was focused and swam around in front of the pool. He suddenly paused in front of the pool and ignored the torrential waterfall in front of him. A faint purple light appeared in his eyes and threw it through the waterfall.

Sure enough, there is a cave inside!

Withdrawn his eyes, Zhang Yan first ran around the pool and disposed of his footprints and smells. Then he rose into the air and suddenly shot inside the waterfall and disappeared into the rumbling waterfall in an instant.

"Who!"

As soon as he entered the cave, a cold sound sounded in Zhang Yan's ear, and the voice was quiet and there was a sense of weakness.

"Liu Daoyou, it's really you."

Zhang Yan walked towards the sound, and in a blink of an eye came to an empty place, and his eyes fell on the woman on the ground in an instant. She is Liu Nuoxuan, the eldest daughter of the Liu family.

Zhang Yan? I didn't expect you. Fortunately, we are not enemies.

Liu Nuoxuan's cherry lips floated with a touch of bitterness, and her voice became weaker. At this time, she crossed her knees, her elegant face was pale, her clear eyes were no longer flowing, and there were faint traces of deep depression. Her whole body was extremely weak, and her already poor temperament was even stronger, which made people feel a sense of regret that she could not bear to read suddenly.

Since Zhang Yan learned about the disaster that happened to Liu's family, he naturally understood Liu Nuoxuan's mood at this time. His eyes glanced around and asked, "Your father is not here?"

Liu Nuoxuan pointed to the ground in front of her and sighed gently, "Sit down."

Zhang Yan sat down, took out the silk ribbon with hidden blood stains from his arms, threw it on the ground, and said, "Be careful in the future."

Liu Nuoxuan's clear eyes flashed with a trace of surprise, and then she lowered her head and coughed violently. It took a long time to stop, raise her pretty face, and a touch of flushing and dizzy. She breathed gently, and then said quietly, "Am I embarrassed?"

Zhang Yan shook his head: "It's not awkward, but very awkward."

"It's not as easy as watching jokes when you try to find this place, is it?" Liu Nuoxuan was stunned and seemed to not expect Zhang Yan to say so, and a trace of anger rose in her heart.

"No, if I see your jokes, why should I come here? You don't have to suspect my intentions. I'm not obsessed with the secret place of Yunxian. Come here, it's just..."

"Just what?"

Being poked by Zhang Yan, there was a trace of embarrassment in Liu Nuoxuan's heart. Indeed, when Zhang Yan first came, she did think so, but Zhang Yan's explanation obviously made her relieved. She believed that Zhang Yan was a person who must practice her words.

Zhang Yan thought for a moment and said, "I just think that you and I have known each other for a while. Now that you are in trouble, I should come to visit you. Believe it or not... it's up to you." In the end, he didn't believe it himself...

At that time, when he grabbed the blood-stained silk ribbon in the stream, he instinctively wanted to see what was going on. His mind was very simple, that is, to determine Liu Nuoxuan's situation, whether he was dead or alive. As for the map of the secret place of Yunxian, he really didn't expect it, really...

chi~

Liu Nuoxuan giggled, and a thrilling charm appeared on her beautiful face. She seemed to be very happy, and a pair of water-cutting eyes smiled like a crescent.

It took a long time before she stopped the crisp laughter like a silver bell, and a strange look surged up to the jade face. She stared at Zhang Yan, who was close at hand, and ridiculed, "You are not greedy for my beauty and earnestly trying to collect both wealth, are you?"