Speaking of which, this was Yang Jian's first actual combat.
At first, his heart was filled with anger, and his punches were also filled with anger, so he did not think too much.
After a few leaps and punches, four fierce foxes successively died under Yang Jian's fists and palms, and all of their skulls were broken.
The remaining two fierce foxes wanted to escape, but the middle-aged Master Hou trapped one of them, and several of his subordinates were also besieging the other.
The Master Hou, whose robe was already stained with blood, became braver as he fought. Seeing that strong reinforcements had come, he shouted, "Leave one alive! This thing is like a human, it has spiritual intelligence! Leave it for interrogation! "
As he spoke, Yang Jian leaped down and slapped the forehead of the fierce fox in front of the Master Hou.
With a light slap, the fierce fox immediately died.
This time, there was no blood splashing out. The body of the fierce fox directly fell to the ground of the Master Hou. The spiritual power that was mixed with blood and resentment dissipated in an instant.
Before the Master Hou could say a word of thanks, Yang Jian had already leaped up again and pounced on the last fierce fox.
"Immortal! Immortal, spare its life for now! "The Master Hou hurriedly shouted. In a hurry, he even directly used the word 'Immortal'.
Yang Jian was not stupid. Naturally, he knew that the Master Hou wanted to interrogate the mastermind of the assassination.
If the Ferocious Foxes were here to prey on human souls, they would not come to such a banquet. They would probably attack remote villages … Obviously, these Ferocious Foxes were here to assassinate the Marquis. There must be a shameful conspiracy of humans and demons behind them.
That was not something that Yang Jian could control.
Yang Jian slapped the fierce fox's back. The fierce fox's eyes were filled with despair, and it let out a sharp cry, like a human woman.
Then, the fierce fox suddenly raised a fox claw and forcibly inserted it into its own neck.
It stared at Yang Jian, and the last trace of its eyes was full of hatred, but also a little relief …
Blood splashed. Yang Jian frowned, sighed softly, and took two steps back.
He leaped up and was about to leave when the Marquis shouted from the side, "Immortal! Little immortal! Please wait! Please wait a moment! Please allow us to present our gifts! "
Stay? Or not?
Yang Jian did not hesitate and continued to jump without looking back. This time, he landed on a stone pillar and shot out like an arrow. After a few jumps, he disappeared.
This time, he didn't lend a helping hand for the sake of being praised by others, nor was it for the power and wealth of the secular world. It was purely because he couldn't bear to see the Demonic Beasts wreaking havoc, so he decided to lend a hand.
Stay and exchange pleasantries? There was no need for that.
What Yang Jian didn't know was that the two of them were looking at him with completely different gazes as he left.
One of them was the spirit energy girl who was wearing a heroic armor. Her eyes were filled with light. She fell on the carpet and raised her fair and tender hand, wanting to grab Yang Jian's back …
As for the prince who was leaning against the corner of the stone pillar and protected by two strong men, his eyes flashed with viciousness and hatred. He then closed his eyes and held his shoulder, not saying anything more.
As soon as Yang Jian left, a large group of guards rushed in from all directions. The sharp blades were dazzling and dazzling.
"Marquis! Protect the Marquis! "
"Your Highness! I'm late to save you! "
"This damned fox demon! Scrape them alive! "
The entire House of the Marquis was in an uproar, but very quickly, it became quiet, and there was not a single sound.
Where was Yang Jian?
He didn't leave the Marquis's Manor at first. Instead, he took a detour and took advantage of the chaos to go to the kitchen and eat heartily.
Then, he went to the attic where the young princess lived. He wanted to see if the toilet was unblocked, but then he smiled.
"Although sh * t blocked your toilet, it also saved you once. Let's call it a draw."
He couldn't help but think of the girl who was full of spiritual energy but full of 'farts'. He was slightly dazed.
Yang Jian couldn't help but compare in his heart. If Little Chan 'er grew up, she would naturally be as beautiful and charming as this young princess.
Thinking of Little Chan 'er, Yang Jian missed her a little, but he couldn't see her immediately …
"Alas." Yang Jian sighed. Just as he was about to climb over the wall, he saw that one of the windows of the attic was open. It seemed to be a study.
Suddenly he had a playful thought, he took the Xiao Junzhu as Little Chan 'er and jumped in through the window. Picking up the brush, he wrote a few words on a piece of white paper, and then he threw the brush away, dashed out of the Fragrance Pavilion, flipped over the courtyard wall, and disappeared without a trace.
About four hours later, under the escort of a group of guards, the young princess returned to the pavilion with a face full of exhaustion along with a few maids.
She didn't take off her armor. She just sat on the chair in a daze, as if she was thinking about something and reading something.
A maid shouted in surprise from the study, "Princess! Princess, come and see! That person left a message for you! "
Message? What message?
The young princess, who was originally in a daze, suddenly stood up, knocked over the round chair, smashed the teacup, and hurriedly ran to the desk.
"Him! Him! " The young princess's hands kept trembling with excitement. She held the piece of paper and looked up at the maids who served her. "Him! What did he write? It's not like you don't know that I haven't studied for a few days! Read it to me! "
The maids couldn't help but laugh. The young princess was so angry that she kept stomping her feet. She was lively and active since she was a child. She didn't want to do needlework. Was it funny that she couldn't read?
When she was about to draw her sword, the maids explained to her the meaning of Yang Jian's words. However, when they explained, they were a little strange …
"Blocked your toilet, and it's over."
"That, was he the one who blocked it before?" The young princess blushed and stammered, "That's a girl's private place. He, how could he be so … frivolous …"
The maids looked at each other and continued to laugh heartlessly, causing the young princess to be even more anxious. She could only act coquettishly.
Clang. The short sword was unsheathed, and a cold light appeared.
"Who's laughing again! I'll cut off her hair! "
This way of acting coquettishly … Anyway, the maids quickly begged for mercy. They did not know if the young princess's future husband could take it.
Let's cut the crap and get back to business.
After Yang Jian climbed over the wall of the Marquis's Residence, he did not leave the city. Instead, he wandered around leisurely.
He came to the city because his cultivation was lonely. He wanted to see the mortal scenery and appreciate the culture here.
He looked at the small bridge in the corner of the city, and a few ducks and geese passed by.
He then stopped outside the academy, listening to the sound of a child reading, every sound entering his ears.
In the end, he went to a martial arts courtyard in the city. That was because he had seen that the middle-aged marquis's moves were extraordinary. Moreover, those moves were very effective against the enemy. He also wanted to learn secretly …
In the Primordial World, there were multiple essence souls.
Most Dao techniques now used the Dao Body as the foundation of the essence soul. The Dao Body was like the house and armor of the essence soul.
The Dao Body was also very important. When one's cultivation level was weak, the essence soul could not leave the nourishment of the Dao Body. When one's cultivation level was strong, although one could travel to the Great Void, there would be many deviations if the essence soul left the body for a long time.
However, most cultivators would take out their Dharma treasures and attack each other from afar. It was a competition of strength and mystical abilities.
Even if there were brilliant cultivators who did not forget to temper their Dao Bodies while cultivating their essence souls, they would not easily fight in close combat.
In close combat, they would often lose the initiative. Naturally, it was much more dangerous than casting Dharma spells from afar. Although cultivators had transcended the mortal world and pursued the Great Dao, they also cherished their lives more.
Therefore, martial arts and body techniques gradually declined.
Back then, the Great Magi-Demon War swept through the world. The Magi focused on body cultivation and the demons cultivated the essence soul. The Great Tribulation that lasted for countless eras was also regarded as the most dazzling era of "body techniques".
After the decline of the Magi and demons, the human race rose and respected the Dao Sect. The "body cultivation" lineage declined.
Most of the martial arts were just moves. In the eyes of cultivators, there were no profound techniques, nor were they the powerful ancient battle techniques of the Wu people back then.
Entering the Dao from martial arts? That was already a fantasy.
Yang Jian had become a disciple of a mighty figure like Yuding Zhenren. It would not be considered embarrassing if he cultivated some ancient battle techniques of the Magi. However, secretly learning the martial arts of mortals …
If this matter were to spread, it would really make many short-sighted cultivators laugh their heads off.
Yang Jian was also quite helpless.
When cultivating the first three levels of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, the mystic technique was too domineering. He could not cultivate the Three-Life Blue Sky Mantra at all.
Since he could not cultivate his essence soul, he could not use Dharma treasures and Dharma treasures. The only thing he could rely on was his invulnerable body.
However, at the current stage, what he could come into contact with was only the martial arts used by mortals in this withered Major Chiliocosm.
Even if he secretly learned, he could at least increase his combat power and have more ability to protect himself.
Yang Jian made up his mind and secretly jumped onto a roof of the martial arts courtyard. He just watched the young people in the martial arts courtyard study martial arts.
He memorized the set of moves in his heart. Although they were all superficial martial arts, there was indeed some ingenuity in the use of physical strength …
At sunset, Yang Jian's figure quietly left and ran back to the mountain outside the city. He practiced the moves one by one, getting rid of the useless ones and leaving only a few simple moves. After practicing repeatedly for two hours, he gradually became familiar with them.
Then, he meditated on the array disc and cultivated. After that, he carried a rock and ran in the valley.
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