Hearing this, Chen Yang's mind was rumbling: "Is this the function of the thin blood constitution? But my fragrance is emitted from the blood. I can be discovered even if I have never been injured. Forget those monsters and ghosts, are you two dogs on the nose? You can smell it."

After Hu San explained, Wu Si checked the scene again and took out a strange compass. The compass was blood-red, with a bent pointing, and was pointing in a direction at this time.

"It's done, I've taken the breath he left here. Then I'll just let the people above catch him."

After saying that, Wu Si took out a bottle of elixir, poured out a white elixir, and handed it to Chen Yang: "I took him."

Chen Yang hesitated for a few seconds and took him truthfully.

After a while, Hu San and Wu Si did not notice that there was black air or other evil auras on Chen Yang's body, and he felt a little relieved.

At this time, Wu Si explained: "This is the soul-purifying pill, which can eliminate the evil aura on you, but seeing that you are safe, there should be no problem."

Hu San also put down his knife at this moment, and showed a rare hideous smile: "Boy, with this kind of bloody constitution, should you join the Demon Slayer? We can realize the potential that your constitution should have."

"Forget it, I just want to practice martial arts and strengthen my body."

"Practice martial arts?" Hu San looked at Chen Yang strangely and sneered: "You are the ones? Don't laugh at people anymore.

I will give you the last chance. As long as you join the Demon Sweeping Secret, you can gain more powerful power than the warriors, and you can compete with the martial artists in the bone-forging realm as soon as you wake up."

Chen Yang felt a little moved, and he was concerned about this, and by the way he affirmed his guess.

In this world, it is indeed not just the profession of warrior, but also other powerful system ways.

But what does this have to do with him? The starting point of a warrior is a little lower, but it also means that there are many realms.

It wouldn't be too late to change his cultivation when he was born, anyway, his skills would be almost done by then.

"I won't go." Chen Yang shook his head.

"Hey, it's really like a donkey's liver is a dog's lungs, and it doesn't recognize the good people's hearts.

It’s rare for me to have a kind heart.”

Hu San shook his head and threw three mummies into the coffin. The two of them carried the coffin down the mountain.

But before going down the mountain, Wu Si reminded him: "Don't live on the mountain in the future, be careful not to be eaten by monsters."

Chen Yang just sighed: "They are cold-faced and kind-hearted. These two are really good people, but they are a little rough."

Chen Yang had some guesses about the arrival of the Demon Sect and the information revealed in his words.

And there are high probability that Xia He can solve his doubts.

But it depends on whether the elder sister is in a good mood tonight.

At the foot of the mountain, Hu San, who was carrying the coffin, suddenly spoke: "Wu Si, have that kid's breath taken away?"

"Are you still worried about my work? You have already taken it. When those man-eating monsters appear near him, the compass can immediately know his location, or he can find him even if he is transformed into a monster." Wu Si said with a smile.

Hu San shook his head: "What a pity, I can still have a glimmer of life when I go back with me, but now I am going to become the mouth and food for those monsters."

"Who can you blame me for seeking death?

We can avenge him and collect his body, and it is already a righteous man."

Wu Si's words were already very obvious. He just used Chen Yang as a fishing bait. As for what kind of fish he could catch, it depends on Chen Yang's bait, whether it smells fragrant.

After a while, before she could wait for Sister Xia He’s reply, Chen Yang didn’t know if she saw it or deliberately pretended to be stupid.

Chen Yang followed her, but he had the chance to ask at night.

After cleaning the mess of the main hall, Chen Yang went down the mountain and headed straight for the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall.

As soon as I entered the martial arts hall, I saw Senior Brother Mo who was drinking tea on the side and supervising him.

He walked up and said quietly: "A bottle of special oil, ten bottles of ointment, a can of secret soup, iron sand and tripods, a total of twelve taels. I give my senior brother fifteen taels, all of which are treated as a gift for meetings, and there will be no good thing to give money in the future."

Morin had no intention of refusing to Sanliang's benefit fee, and directly put the fifteen liang into his arms.

At the same time, I also felt a little fond of this junior brother. Who would reject a rich friend?

"You wait here for a moment, and I'll be back soon."

Morin got up and walked into the inner courtyard. His figure turned around and disappeared.

He could have made some money by buying and selling these things, but now Chen Yang has given him another three taels of silver, and this order can be considered a profit of money.

In fact, if you practice martial arts here in the martial arts hall, Chen Yang doesn’t have to buy special oils and iron sand, he just needs to buy ointments and secret decoctions.

But his non-human recovery speed cannot be exposed to others, especially when he is still weak.

It would be fine if he practiced this morning, but his cultivation speed was basically the same as others. Although it was amazing, it was within the scope of understanding.

But if he really practices, his practices can reach more than ten times that of others. If someone sees this, he will not be beaten to death. Another sentence must not be kept.

In order to cover up his abnormality, Chen Yang had to spend more money to practice.

As for the martial arts hall, come here in the morning and practice for an hour.

Then buy a can of secret medicine and go back and practice it yourself.

Half a quarter of an hour passed in a flash. Senior Brother Mo said hello to Master Jiang, carrying what Chen Yang needed and was about to leave.

"Who bought these?" Master Jiang said indifferently on the rocking chair.

"It was bought by the new junior brother Chen. He is very talented in practicing iron sand palms. A bottle of ointment is not enough for him."

After Morin finished speaking, he wrapped a package in his left hand, carried an iron tripod in his right hand, and tied a cloth bag with iron sand behind him, leaving the inner courtyard.

Looking at Molin's back, Master Jiang murmured to himself: "The amount of a bottle of ointment is more than enough for a newcomer who is just starting out. But as Molin said, a bottle is not enough for him to use, so he can use at least two bottles a day.

Can his body withstand such high-intensity practice?

I touched his bones, and it was ordinary and very strange. I shouldn't have such a performance, unless he was shocking, suppressed his body's survival instinct, madly destroyed his body, squeezed potential, and exchanged hidden injuries for faster cultivation speed.

No one would do this, and he definitely does not have such a strong will, so the problem will arise..."

As if he had thought of something, Master Jiang's brows moved: "Is it a special physique that can quickly recover from the injury? If this is true, he might be able to try the Iron Sand Treasure Body."

Of course, Master Jiang is not so kind to give him free work. After obtaining this technique, he has to help him with work.
Chapter completed!