Chapter 880

"Why, what is this?"

Lin miaoran came forward curiously and picked up a piece of shiny jade on the ground.

With a hook at the fingertip, a series of lines appeared on the jade.

"Condensate." Chu Yan blinked, "this Rune pattern is rare."

The function of condensate is very simple, that is, it can record a picture in an instant, which is a bit like a court painter sketching.

It's just that court painters are the means of mortals, which is the means of monks.

Chu Yan said that it is rare, because compared with other means, the condensate Fu is actually some chicken ribs.

Because it can only record one picture with one rune.

There is no sound, and the picture can't move. Compared with other similar runes, the function of the condensing rune is too single.

In addition, the difficulty of production is similar to that of other similar runes, so almost no one cares.

At this time, there was not only a condensate Fu, but also a content record in the condensate Fu. Chu Yan was a little curious and said to Lin miaoran, "open it and have a look."

Lin miaoran nodded, and the aura came in.

Suddenly, a white light appeared on the surface of the condensate.

In front of them, the light projected a picture of palm size.

Seeing the content of the picture, Chu Yan and Lin miaoran look at each other and are surprised.

There is only one face in this image.

It's Chu Yan's face.

The condensate, which records his appearance, appears in the storage bag of a strange monk.

And this is a friar.

It's... It's subtle.

The muscles of his highness Chu's eyes twitched slightly.

At this moment, his highness Chu knew what it was like to eat flies.

Lin miaoran can't help laughing at the change of Chu Yan's look.

"What are you laughing at?"

Seeing Chu Yan's puzzled appearance, Lin miaoran sipped her lips and said with a smile, "I have two conjectures. Do you want to listen?"

"Well? Which two? " Chu Yan asked.

"The first possibility as like as two peas in the shadow is called Chu Yan, and of course it is the inflammation of the two fire, and it happens that he looks exactly like you."

His highness Chu's eyes continued to twitch.

He knew that Lin miaoran was making fun of him by pretending to be Chu Yan.

"What's the second possibility?"

"The second possibility is that he loves you secretly, hee hee." Miss Lin was very happy.

"I'd better not." Chu Yan changed the topic, "look again. I don't know this man at all. He has a condensation sign with my appearance. It shouldn't be easy. He's not a disciple of Wan Haimen."

At this point, Chu Yan suddenly.

Lin miaoran also realized.

A moment later, they looked at each other and laughed.

"If you're right, it should be a reward for WAN Haimen." Chu Yan straightened up.

From this point of view, it makes sense.

"One year after I came in, the ban on dog god mountain suddenly disappeared and collapsed. It was said that it had nothing to do with me. Chu Xing certainly didn't believe it." Chu Yan pondered, "and some time ago, I used the essence blood of demon Python to treat the injury, and he must have noticed it.

So he issued a similar reward.

And this time also under the blood, with the condensate to record my appearance, and then out

"But these people didn't recognize you." Lin miaoran looks at the last corpse being swallowed by handsome.

"Maybe they didn't think that they would meet me so soon." Chu Yan smiles, "they are unintentional, but someone is intentional."

"Well?" Lin miaoran looks at Chu Yan.

She knew that Chu Yan couldn't talk nonsense, which must have been pointed out.

Chu Yan grinned and suddenly moved.

In a flash, a strong wind swept across the flat land.

Shua!

The next moment, he appeared behind a large stone nearby.

The ground behind the big stone suddenly flickered slightly. The next moment, a human figure burst up, and it was about to sweep away at a very fast speed.

When he saw this man, Lin miaoran was stunned.

Because the man hiding behind the stone was wearing clothes almost the same color as the stone.

And on the clothes, there are stone like lines.

In this way, as long as he lies behind the stone and deliberately holds his breath to hide his body, it will be difficult to be noticed.

Before she did, she didn't find herself peeped.

"Want to go?" Chu Yan's eyes were fixed, "look down on me?"

In front of the strong wind, Chu Yan showed dissatisfaction.

He was chatting here, but the monk he found was almost scared to death at the moment.

Because this friar is doing his best to escape.

But Chu Yan still has leisure to express his feelings and dissatisfaction here.

With a shake of his wrist, Chu Yan had a two foot sword in his hand.

This is what he just found in the storage bags of the monks.

Five sharp weapons, in the eyes of Chu Yan now is scrap metal.

But it's more than enough to poke people.

Shua!

Clean and neat, the dagger stabbed the Friar's leg like a bean curd and nailed him to the ground.

"Oh

Severe pain, so that the friar can not help but raise his neck, issued a call people imaginative shouting.

"It's noisy."

It's clear that he stabbed others. His highness Chu is not aware of it.

Seeing this friar reach out his hand to touch the storage bag, it seems that he still wants to use some means. Chu Yan grabs it.

Hold the other person's wrist and twist back.

Click!

The sound of a broken bone came from the shoulder.

The monk's face turned red like a pig's liver.

He did not give up, the other hand continued to dig to the storage bag.

Click!

The next moment, the other side of the shoulder, also came the brittle sound of bone fracture.

The monk's face swelled into purple.

All of a sudden, heartbreaking scream, with the power of volcanic eruption, gushed from his throat.

The sound spread far away. A moment later, there were echoes.

"Ah... Ow... Ah..."

Chu Yan listened for a moment, and believed that in a short time, no one would have the courage to come here.

It's a terrible cry.

At this time, the monk fell to the ground, sweating all over. He didn't know that he was still frightened by the pain. His whole body trembled like chaff.

Chu Yan tore off the other party's storage bag, led the collar, like throwing a sack, and threw this guy to Lin miaoran's feet.

When Chu Yan came back, the monk bit his teeth and got up from the ground with difficulty. He looked at Chu Yan: "I, I'm just passing by. I don't mean anything else. I didn't see anything just happened.

Now that you have taken away my storage bag and my hands and feet have been injured by you, would you please let me go? "

When he spoke, I didn't know if it was related to the wound. The friar suddenly showed a look of pain.

Sweat, like a stream, flowed down his cheek.

Chu Yan glanced at him: "let you go, and then let you go back to report that I'm here, and I'm promoted to the third level of Ningmai realm?"