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

At first, he was covered with anger, and he swung his fist with anger, and he didn't think too much about it.

A few jumps, a few punches, four fierce foxes killed Yang Jian's fists one after another, and all of them were shattered skulls.

Seeing this, the remaining two fierce foxes wanted to flee, but the middle-aged marquis trapped one to death, and several generals were also besieging one.

The Hou Ye, who was already stained with blood, became more and more brave the more he fought, and when he saw that reinforcements were coming, he shouted: "Keep one alive! This thing, like people, has intelligence! Stay for interrogation!"

As he spoke, Yang Jian fell down and slapped his palm on the forehead of the fierce fox in front of Hou Ye.

There was a soft crack, and the fierce fox was killed immediately.

This time, there was no blood spilled, and the body of the fierce fox fell directly to the ground of Hou Ye, and the spiritual power mixed with blood and resentment dissipated most of it in an instant.

Before the Hou Ye could say thank you, Yang Jian had already jumped up again and pounced on the last fierce fox.

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

Yang Jian was not stupid, so he naturally knew that this Hou Ye wanted to interrogate the main envoy of the assassination.

If the fox is to prey on people's souls, it is naturally impossible to come to this kind of banquet, and it will probably attack remote villages...... Obviously, these fierce foxes are here to assassinate this Hou Ye, and there must be people and demons behind them.

That's not something Yang Jian can manage.

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

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

It looked at Yang Jian deadly, and its last gland of gaze was full of hatred, and there was a little relief after a little relief......

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

He jumped up and was about to leave, when the marquis shouted from the side: "Immortal, little immortal, please stay! Please stay! Let me wait for a gift!"

To stay? or not to stay?

Yang Jian did not hesitate, and continued to jump without looking back, after jumping this time, his feet stepped on a stone pillar, and his figure rushed out like an arrow, and disappeared after a few ups and downs.

He made a move this time, not to be appreciated, let alone for the power and wealth of the world, but purely to watch the demon beasts wreak havoc in his heart, so he helped.

Staying to greet politely? But there is no need for this.

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

One was the aura girl wearing heroic armor, her eyes were full of light, she sat down on the carpet, raised her white and tender little hands, and wanted to grab Yang Jian's back......

And the prince who leaned against the corner of the stone pillar and was protected by two strong men, but there was a little viciousness and resentment in the depths of his eyes, and 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, and the sharp blades were bright and shining.

"Hou Ye! protect Hou Ye!"

"Your Royal Highness, the last general is too late to save the car!"

"Damn demon foxes!

Noise, noise, the whole Hou Mansion boiled, but soon it became silent and silent.

What about Yang Jian?

He didn't leave the Hou Mansion at first, but took a detour, took advantage of the chaos to go to the kitchen courtyard, and had a good meal there.

Then he went to the attic where the little lord lived, and wanted to see if the toilet had been cleared, but then he smiled.

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

Unconsciously came to mind, the girl who was full of aura but full of 'farts', slightly shaken.

Yang Jian couldn't help but compare in his heart, if the little cicada grew up, Lingxiu and handsome would naturally not be weak to this little county lord.

Thinking of Xiao Cicada'er, Yang Jian missed her a little in his heart, but he couldn't go to see her immediately......

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

He suddenly got into play, and took the little county lord as a little cicada, jumped in the window, picked up the pen and wrote a few words on the white paper, and then threw the pen, ran out of the incense pavilion, climbed over the courtyard wall, and disappeared again.

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

She didn't take off her armor, she just sat in her chair in a daze, as if she was thinking about something.

A maid shouted in surprise from the study: "County Lord, come and see, that person has left you a letter!"

What words?

The little county lord, who was originally depressed, stood up, brought down the circle chair, broke the teacup, and ran to the desk in a hurry.

"He! he!" the little county lord's hands trembled with excitement, and he took the piece of paper and looked up at the maids who were serving him, "He! What is this writing? I haven't read it for a few days, and you don't know it! Read it to me!"

A few maids couldn't hold back their laughter, and the angry little county lord kept stomping her feet, she was lively and active since she was a child, she didn't think about being popular, and it was funny if she couldn't read!

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

'Plug your toilet and write it off.' ’

"That, he blocked it before?" The little county lord's face flushed, and he said hesitantly: "That's the private land of his daughter's family, how can he, how can he be like this...... Flirtatious......"

Several maids glanced at each other, and then continued to laugh heartlessly, and the little county lord was even more anxious, so he could only be coquettish.

Qiang, the short sword is unsheathed, and the cold light appears.

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

This coquettish way...... Anyway, a few maids hurriedly begged for mercy, and I don't know if the future husband of this little county lord can afford it.

Without further ado, let's get down to business.

Let's say that Yang Jian did not leave the city after climbing over the wall of the Hou Mansion, but wandered around leisurely.

When he came to the city, he was practicing loneliness, and he wanted to see the mundane scenery and taste the humanity here.

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

He stopped outside the gate of the academy and listened to the sound of reading children's words.

In the end, he went to a martial arts academy in the city, because he had seen that the middle-aged marquis had extraordinary moves, and those moves were very effective against the enemy, and he also had some thoughts of stealing the master......

Flood wilderness cultivation, multiple primordial gods.

Nowadays, most of the Dao methods are based on the Dao body, which is like the house and armor of the primordial god.

Although the Dao body is also very important - when the cultivation is weak, the Yuan Shen cannot be nourished by the Dao body, and if the cultivation is strong, although the Shen can be too empty, but the Yuan Shen has been separated from the body for a long time, there will also be many deviations.

But most of the monks' fighting methods are to sacrifice magic weapons, far apart, bombarding each other, fighting for a level of strength, the strength of the supernatural power.

Even if there are clever monks who do not forget to sharpen their Dao bodies when cultivating the Yuan Shen, they will not easily fight in close combat.

Close combat, often losing the first opportunity, is naturally much more dangerous than casting spells from a distance. Although the monk transcended the red dust and pursued the Great Dao, he also spared his life even more because of this.

As a result, martial arts gradually declined.

Back in the day, the Lich War swept the world. The great catastrophe that lasted for an unknown number of epochs was also regarded as the most brilliant era of 'physical arts'.

Then the lich fell, the human race rose up and respected the Daomen, and the cultivation of the 'body' became more and more declining.

Martial arts, most of them are just moves, and there are no advanced methods in the eyes of the monks, let alone those powerful ancient combat methods of the Wu clan back then.

It is already a fantasy to enter the Tao from martial arts.

Yang Jian's apprenticeship with Yuding Zhenren is so powerful, if he cultivates some ancient witch warfare techniques, it is not a loss of identity, but he can steal the martial arts of mortals......

If this news were to get out, it would really make many short-sighted monks laugh off their big teeth.

Yang Jian was also quite helpless.

When the first three practices of the Eight or Nine Xuangong, the Xuangong was too domineering, and he couldn't practice the Three Lives Biluo Recipe at all.

If he can't cultivate the Yuan Shen, he can't use magic weapons, and all he can rely on is this invulnerable body.

However, what he could get his hands on at this stage was the martial arts used by the mortals of this withered world.

Stealing a teacher is also stealing a teacher, so that he can increase his combat power and more self-protection strength.

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

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

At sunset, Yang Jian's figure quietly left, ran back to the mountains outside the city, practiced the moves he remembered one by one, removed the dross, left a few simple moves, and practiced repeatedly for an hour, gradually coherent.

Then meditate on the array plate, and then run around the valley with negative stones.

This is the most fundamental practice, and it cannot be left behind for a single day.