"He just left like that?"

Watching An Le's leaving figure, Wan Yinhua blinked her beautiful eyes, feeling surprised in her heart.

Most of the villagers who came into contact with them these days were as sticky as brown candy.

I want to say a few more words to them to soak up the so-called "immortal spirit."

After all, she is a foolish man and woman in the mountains, so it is normal for her to behave like this.

But on the other hand, Anle actually left directly?

I had no intention of talking to them at all.

Noticing the younger junior sister's special look, Bai Shanghai's expression turned out not to be pretty and he snorted coldly.

"He's just a stupid villager, what does it matter what he does?"

"It's the aura on his body..."

Thinking of the indescribable feeling just now, Bai Shanghai frowned slightly, not hiding his disgust.

"Something weird."

"Why don't we just arrest him and put him on trial?"

"Shang Hai!"

Tang Lan's beautiful eyebrows stood up, a little angry.

"No, senior sister, I'm joking."

Bai Shanghai immediately admitted his mistake and apologized with a smile.

The thoughts in my heart haven't changed at all.

Suddenly, there was an inexplicable biting chill behind him, and the hair on his hair stood up.

It was as if a pair of eyes were staring at him!

"hiss……"

Bai Shanghai's expression changed slightly. He looked around, but found nothing. He muttered to himself: "This is strange..."

Tang Lan on the side also stared at An Le's back.

Three days ago, she vaguely noticed this young man in the crowd and thought to herself.

"Maybe... he is a good practitioner."

Tang Lan saw that the young man's temperament was unusual.

Not only did he not respond with flattery, his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant.

When faced with the beauty of the little junior sister, he looked away in the blink of an eye, unlike a simple child in a mountain village.

The only fly in the ointment is.

He seemed a little too cautious.

Although he concealed it well, it could still be seen that he was very nervous and his body was slightly stiff, as if he was afraid that someone was going to harm him.

Tang Lan had some thoughts.

However, further observation remains.

"Also, where does this abnormal feeling come from?"

****

Only when the vague gaze behind him disappears can Anle truly relax.

When he reached the door of his house, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

In just a short while, a lot of cold sweat broke out on my back.

Honestly.

The moment he was called out by Bai Shanghai just now.

Anle is already thinking about how to deal with it if they want to take action.

First, draw out the hunting knife and split open the abdominal cavity of the nearest person.

Turn your head to avoid blood splashing into your eyes and obstructing your vision.

Then he turned around, took two steps to the left, and cut the throat of Wan Yinhua, who had a large chest, with a knife.

The knife had to be done quickly, without giving her time to react.

Finally, I faced that senior sister Tang Lan...

Of course, happiness is just thinking about it and simulating it in the mind.

If these practitioners did not force him, he would not be able to do this.

"Oh, I'm still under too much pressure."

An Le sighed quietly.

After personal contact with Tang Lan and others, he realized more clearly the gap between practitioners and ordinary people.

In front of them, Anle's whole body seemed to be locked by Qi.

There is an extremely strong sense of crisis.

The current peace and happiness has indeed undergone earth-shaking changes compared to the initial period when he was weak and dying.

Relying on my own efforts and a little help from the panel, I learned some skills.

He also possesses the skills and officially embarks on the road of cultivating immortality.

But he is still not confident enough.

At least, it's not enough to deal with these immortal cultivators.

It has been less than two months since he traveled through time.

How can the hard work of these two months be compared to other people's practice since childhood?

Who knows if they have any powerful magical weapons?

How many life-saving tricks are still hidden?

"My biggest shortcoming is that I have too little practical experience."

Anle took out the hunting knife, looked at the sharp blade, and reflected silently.

There were several fights between him and wild beasts.

But there was never even one real fight with one's life in which one actually risked one's life.

——The time with the witch doctor can only be described as bullying the old, weak, sick and disabled.

Not to mention actual combat against immortal cultivators.

Slowly, An Le came up with an idea.

"Perhaps we can use deduction..."

"etc."

While he was thinking, Anle suddenly noticed that a familiar figure was missing from his side.

"Where's Xiao Xiaohong?"

Ecstasy gradually welled up in his heart.

"Is this female ghost going to haunt those immortal cultivators?"

However, Anle was obviously happy too early.

Not long after this thought came up, a flash of scarlet quietly floated into his sight, and the dark eyes stared at him intently, as if telling him silently.

"I'm still here."

What a joy!

****

Dinner time.

In front of the simple wooden table, Anle and Lin Shanbai sat opposite each other.

Anle stood up, skillfully scooped out another bowl of pheasant soup with a wooden spoon, and drank it in small sips with satisfaction and enjoyment on his face.

What a wonderful thing it is to drink soup!

He asked casually: "Uncle Lin, have you ever heard of Ziyun Sect when you were outside the village?"

"never heard of that."

Lin Shanbai answered simply, and glanced at Anle thoughtfully.

"Are you worried about those five people?"
To be continued...