Now these Penglai God Wood Demons have just developed their intelligence. It was just wishful thinking to want them to master the great formation immediately, but Yang Chen had never had such an extravagant hope.
However, after stopping and guarding for a few days, Yang Chen finally understood the power of the Penglai Shenmu Yao. In just ten days, the Penglai God Wood Demon was building its foundation almost at the same time. An evildoer like Jingqi Mubai is dozens of times faster.
This is not because the cultivation speed of Penglai Sacred Tree is fast, but because Gaokou, the starting point of their spiritual wisdom, experienced thousands of years of growth, and then was made into a wooden box before being promoted by the master of the land master. After how much time, they have experienced the cycle of incense from prosperity to decline, plus the natural treasures, their cultivation started directly from the foundation-building period.
Even without Yang Chen's exercises, without these armor wood spirit liquid, as long as the Penglai Shenmu has opened his mind, it will not take more than a month to reach the current state. What Yang Chen did was to make their conditions more favorable, and there was no disadvantage of unplugging the seedlings.
Azhu and Abi were able to communicate with these plants when they had not yet turned on their intelligence. Now there are twenty-four more Penglai wood demons who can communicate with them with their intelligence, and they jumped up and down happily. There have been no companions here for many years. The only living creature with intelligence recently is Xiaotian. I am afraid that it will be too late. How dare I communicate with Xiaotian, and now I finally have more companions.
Seeing that everything was on the right track, Yang Chen also left the medicine garden with confidence. However, when he came out of the medicine garden, he noticed something unusual around him.
The thread of divine sense opened instantly, but before Yang Chen could talk about the movement around him, a cold killing intent had already reached his body, and then, a thin black light quickly descended on Yang Chen's body.
Ding, Yang Chen's skin just tightened. The Yellow Turban Physique Refinement Technique, which is in the realm of pushing mountains, is running all the time. When it encounters external forces, the muscles tense up, and the black light that strikes is instantly blocked from the body, and it does not even trigger the golden bell's body protection function.
The black light that was blocked showed its original shape, but it was a thin long needle. If it weren't for the flickering light from the high-speed passing, people usually wouldn't notice such a slender needle. If it is at night, this is simply an absolute weapon for sneak attacking people.
As soon as the long needle stopped on Yang Chen's skin, Yang Chen's reaction was faster than anyone else's, and he immediately grabbed the long needle with one hand. As soon as it was pinched, the long needle began to shake, as if trying to break free from Yang Chen's fingers.
The opponent used Yu Jian's technique to control the needle, and suddenly let go and grabbed it, and he was a little flustered. But no matter how he tried, the black needle was firmly grasped on the tip of Yang Chen's finger and could not be retracted.
Yang Chen's consciousness had already locked onto a monk who was more than two hundred meters away from him. For the time being, I still can't see the cultivator's sect, only know that he is a scribe who looks like forty or fifty years old in the first grade, staring at himself with a haze on his face, and a flash of hatred in his eyes.
In this regard, Yang Chen was very puzzled, he didn't know this guy. You must know that Yang Chen's memory is very perverted. Even if he has only met one person, Yang Chen will remember it, but there is no such guy in his memory.
The scholar is also in the Jindan stage, but it seems that his realm is higher than Yang Chen, and he looks like in the middle stage of Jindan. Yang Chen was very annoyed that the other party attacked him as soon as he came up, and he didn't ask any questions.
The only thing he could use was Jiamu Feijian. Yang Chen's reaction was definitely not slow. As soon as he found the opponent's trace, Jiamu Feijian flew out and slashed towards the opponent.
The other party seemed to have no fear, and eight shields suddenly flew out from his side, flying around his body, completely covering his body. Attacks from any direction will be blocked by one or two of the eight shields. The shield does not know what material it is made of. The smile on the scribe's face shows that he has strong confidence in the shield.
Chi, with a soft sound, Jiamu Feijian slashed onto one of the shields. Originally, this was the scene that the scribe had long expected to happen, but what happened next shocked him.
The shield blocked the flying sword, but it only blocked it. The Jiamu Feijian has been scoured and tempered by the Jiamu spirit liquid, and it has long been sharp. With just one sword, the shield blocking the front is cut in half.
When panicking, the scribe hurriedly sent the other shields to the front of the sword and cut off the four shields with a wooden flying sword, which was a little exhausted. While Yang Chen was thinking, he called Feijian back.
"Dare to take my flying needle empty-handed, do you suffer?" Although the scribe was panicked, he didn't panic at all. Seeing Yang Chen withdrew the flying sword, he finally let out a wicked smile, dodged and flew ten feet in front of Yang Chen, facing Yang Chen.
There was a slight tingling on Yang Chen's finger, and there was also a little tingling in the place where he had just been stabbed at the beginning. This only shows that the flying needle was poisoned.
However, with this level of poison, it couldn't even penetrate Yang Chen's skin into flesh and blood. The yellow turban wrestler's body-refining technique of pushing the mountain realm, not to mention the strength of the muscles and bones of the whole body, just the skin, it is not so easy to pierce.
But since the other party was so proud, Yang Chen didn't mind acting with him in order to get more news. In an instant, Yang Chen's face was covered with a layer of blue and black, which really seemed to be a manifestation of poisonous hair. His double tuǐ also seemed to be soft, unable to support his own weight. He staggered back two steps, leaning against a big tree. Sitting down, "You use poison!" Yang Chen stretched out his finger and pointed at the other person, but his arms seemed to soften, unable to bear the weight of his hand, he just clicked and then put it down slumped.
"Hmph, soldiers are always deceitful, you are trying to be brave, who is to blame?" The scholar grinned, took a few steps forward, looked down at Yang Chen condescendingly, and asked coldly, "Report your name and origin!"
"You don't know who I am?" Yang Chen was a little surprised. The other party didn't even know who he was, and he actually met and attacked. When did the Daomen's methods become the same as the devil's
"I don't know who you are, but I know you can set up a formation." The scholar sneered again, as if he was disdainful to answer Yang Chen's question, but after all, he couldn't bear the pride in his heart and said, "Taitianmen. Search around for masters of array formation, as long as you catch one, you will get a lot of rewards. You have arranged a magic formation here, and it looks like a good technique. If you meet me, you are unlucky!"
"Just because Taitianmen is looking for an array master?" Yang Chen suddenly understood a little. ! .