I am your natural enemy

The old man with gray hair took away the phone of the man with inverted triangle eyes and his cooking materials.

He felt that the man with inverted triangle eyes really needed to calm down. In the past thirty years, even the most crazy one, from humans to aliens, was not crazy enough to openly attack the people sitting in the first row of the Lieyang tribe.

He did divert his attention, that's right, because the Lieyang tribe had only one choice, which was to react quickly and strike hard.

There was no need to consider the possibility that the Lieyang tribe would not fight back. If the Lieyang tribe reacted a little slower or not fierce enough, the prestige accumulated in the past two or three decades would be cut first.

"Do you think I did something wrong?" The man with inverted triangle eyes was still a little unconvinced. He felt that he was not wrong.

"No, I didn't say you did something wrong. I just think you lost control.

You think we lost control of Wen Yan, so we want to get rid of him at all costs.

I think you lost control, so I'll let you calm down for a while.

Do you think there is any problem?"

"..."

The man with inverted triangle eyes had nothing to say. The current situation was indeed not suitable for double standards.

The man with flowery hair turned and left, and came to a mountain wall. He stretched out his hand and gently patted the mountain wall, and the mountain wall turned into an ancient wooden door. He pushed the door open and entered.

He picked up a big black umbrella at the door, held up the umbrella and took a step, and then appeared in a courtyard.

It was drizzling here, and it was quiet and peaceful. There was fog outside the wall, and everything was unclear. The things that could be seen vaguely were just like the spring in the south of the Yangtze River, where people were not real and things were blurred, just like a hazy landscape painting.

The man with flowery hair held an umbrella, passed the second door, and came to the main room. He stood more than two meters outside the door, looking at the door, and whispered what happened today.

After saying that, he waited for a long time without any response, so he turned and left.

When he came to the front yard, he continued to look into the distance, but suddenly saw that there was a place on the wall where it was not raining.

The man with flowery hair was slightly startled, and when he looked again, he found that it was raining normally there, and the top of the wall was also wet.

He was silent for a while, said nothing, left the gate, and closed the door.

The wooden door turned into a stone wall again, and the flower-haired man sighed.

Something happened, the person inside was injured, and there was a flaw.

And it should be that the foundation was injured, which is why this happened.

He said that everything is not established without preparation, and they are going to do things impulsively without good results.

When there is nothing wrong, they are all very obedient.

But when it really happens, they are all impulsive.

Doesn't he know that the birth of the contemporary Lieyang is a big trouble?

But his intelligence channel has confirmed the news.

The contemporary Lieyang is a special eccentric, with excellent martial arts talent, but no talent for cultivation.

His intelligence is very accurate, and he also knows that the old generation came down from Fuyu Mountain that time, and shamelessly borrowed the old Tianshi's magic sword, just to take advantage of the opportunity.

The Lieyang tribe is also fueling this matter, and the old Tianshi should also know and acquiesce to this approach.

Unfortunately, Wen Yan didn't succeed that time.

This is basically a death sentence. Wen Yan is the kind of person who has no talent for cultivation.

If he has a little talent, with so many resources, and even as the sword holder of the old Tianshi's grand altar, it is unlikely that he will not be of any use.

Wen Yan's martial arts talent and cultivation talent are two extremes. He has excellent martial arts talent and poor cultivation talent.

This situation has not happened before. Combined with Wen Yan's experience when he was just an ordinary person, it is normal to focus on martial arts.

In the contemporary Lieyang, martial arts practice or cultivation, these are two concepts for many people.

If he had an excellent talent for cultivation, he might not be alive now.

Within three days after it was first known and the news began to leak, he might have died unclearly.

There are many people who don't want a Lieyang with good cultivation talent to appear in this world.

But if it's just martial arts practice, then at least more than 95% of these people don't care.

Everyone knows what the ceiling of martial arts practice is.

If we only count the stages, there are five stages, and the sixth stage is only half a step.

Even if there really is a sixth-stage warrior, with the same ceiling, compared with the ceiling of the old master of cultivation, it is really... incomparable.

No one would compare, it would seem to lower the limit of stupidity...

Although the stage, or realm, of martial arts is not proportional to the actual combat power.

But the upper limit of each stage is still basically clear.

Even if it is Tuoba Wushen, many people now think that this guy is a professional, not a simple warrior.

Some people also say that Wen Yan is Tuoba Wushen. Hua Toufa and others have also studied it and compared their whereabouts. It seems to make sense.

Moreover, Wen Yan carries the scorching sun. If something new is developed on the basis of the scorching sun, it can make the yang energy so strong that it can directly cover a diameter of dozens of kilometers at most. It is not completely impossible.

Hua Toufa thinks that the possibility is not great. He thinks this may be a message specially released to confuse the sight.

It is true that Wen Yan has a strong yang energy, but no one thinks this is abnormal.

Hua Tou had secretly met with a few people and discussed it. They all felt that Wen Yan being the current Lie Yang was indeed not something that needed to be taken too seriously.

They even knew what the top brass of the Lie Yang Department were planning.

The bottom line was that the current Lie Yang could not practice Taoism.

This is why when the news of the birth of the contemporary Lieyang appeared, the undercurrent surged, and many people began to take action, but then all of them died down and there was no movement.

Flowery Hair felt that it was right for the Inverted Triangle Eyes to target Wen Yan and get rid of Wen Yan as soon as possible.

But it was not because of Lieyang, it was purely because of what Wen Yan did and participated in.

He was not particularly clear about the details of everything Wen Yan did and participated in, but just a part, a part of the details, was enough for him to feel that Wen Yan himself was much more troublesome than the contemporary Lieyang.

He also felt that he had to target Wen Yan, but his starting point was different from that of the Inverted Triangle Eyes.

So, what he wanted was to find a suitable opportunity to let Wen Yan die in some accident without personally appearing, and to ensure that the body could not be left behind.

Fuyu Mountain is so annoying.

Flowery Hair looked at the latest news, and he had to push something to attract firepower.

Someone must take the blame for what the Inverted Triangle Eyes did, otherwise the Lieyang tribe would not let it go.

He was not afraid of the Lieyang tribe, but he was afraid that things would get bigger and bigger, and finally completely out of control and unable to end.

Sitting in the courtyard, he poured himself a cup of tea and thought quietly.

The Great Wilderness was destined to be impossible to be separated forever, and the old dream was destined to be impossible to be hidden forever.

One day, the distance between the present world and all places and all things will get closer and closer, and all things may come in unexpected ways.

At this time, Hua Tou received a new message.

Wen Yan disappeared again, which was confirmed by monitoring Wen Yan's mobile phone signal.

There are only two possibilities, either Wen Yan relied on the Lieyang and treated the underworld as his own backyard and walked the underworld again.

Or, Wen Yan fell into the old dream.

Hua Tou looked at the information, and there was new information every ten seconds.

Every time Wen Yan went to the underworld, he would ask the subordinates of the Prince Zhu who opened the way. The mobile phone signal was still there, and it was in Guanzhong County.

Without checking the location, it was not difficult to confirm whether the mobile phone had a signal through their channels.

Moreover, they didn't even dare to check the Lieyang mobile phone in Wen Yan's hand.

They just checked whether Wen Yan's personal mobile phone had a signal, that's all. The difficulty was very low and it was difficult to attract attention.

The biggest possibility was that Wen Yan fell into the old dream again.

Hua Tou was a little puzzled, why?

But thinking about Wen Yan's character and some details of the intelligence, he suddenly sighed.

"It's so hard to be a good person."

Last time, it was the transporter who fell, and he was dragged into a dream that was not his own.

This time, it was the transporter who didn't die and was rescued, and fell again, right?

This guy really likes to be a good person, courting death...

...

Wen Yan put away the pendant given by the fourth uncle, and then found a place for Er Jin Gong to continue recalling, and continued to recall as in the last situation.

This was also a test to test how it was triggered and whether there was a fixed way to trigger it.

Then the result was no different. When Er Jin Gong recalled the inverted triangle eyes and the temple, the surrounding environment began to blur silently.

Wen Yan decisively reached out and grabbed Er Jin Gong.

The surrounding environment slowly changed, like a seamless transition rendered, silently transformed to the original town.

The town was empty, and the sun had not yet completely set.

Wen Yan took Er Jin Gong with him. This time, he began to explore the surroundings and collect intelligence, and the camera was always on to record videos.

Although these videos cannot be watched casually, it is still no problem to let the black box do comparison.

At least so many times, there has been no problem. According to Wen Yan's understanding, the black box is the kind of creature that can not trigger many things.

Just after turning around for a few minutes, Wen Yan keenly heard the sound of chains.

In the direction of the town entrance, several big zombies carrying coffins appeared.

Wen Yan glanced at the time. This time was obviously faster than the last time, and the sun set earlier.

In the originally empty town, blurry shadows began to appear one by one, and those zombies were about to appear.

Wen Yan felt around in his bag and pulled out a small box of tomatoes that had been blessed with a hint of Yang energy, and threw it toward the town entrance.

Instantly, he saw the big zombie in fancy clothes appear there, holding the small box of tomatoes in his hand.

"Don't waste time greeting, no need to fight."

"I'm a disciple of Fuyu Mountain. I know you can't remember who you are, and it's normal that you don't remember me."

"I'll give you more this time, so you don't have to save it."

"Also, I checked it specifically, and it can't be planted."

"I have something urgent to do, so I'm leaving first, see you later."

Wen Yan picked up the second palace and turned to leave. The big zombie in fancy clothes stood there in astonishment with a box of tomatoes.

He watched Wen Yan leave, looked at the tomatoes in his hand, took one out of it, and put it in his mouth.

He closed his eyes and tasted it, and after opening his eyes, he touched himself and found two slightly wilted tomatoes.

He was silent, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

Where did this thing come from? Why didn't he remember it at all?

Why can he taste it?

Can the seeds in this thing be planted?

When he thought of this, he suddenly understood what Wen Yan meant by "can't grow".

But this brought more confusion, why?

He must know that living person, and must have dealt with him before.

The two wilted things on his body must have been given to him by the other party before.

The big zombie in gorgeous clothes ate a slightly wilted tomato, well, the taste was exactly the same.

He wanted to figure out what was going on, and he flashed and chased after it.

But he only saw Wen Yan walking briskly, taking someone with him, and disappearing quickly in the fog at the other end.

Wen Yan carried Er Jin Gong, so fast, he quickly passed through the two puzzles. In addition to taking videos, he quickly shuttled through the things he encountered on the road.

"Don't be in a daze, think about that temple quickly, and recall the details there."

After two consecutive people didn't get to the place, Wen Yan hurriedly told Er Jin Gong not to be distracted.

Passing through the fog again, seeing the familiar street and the small temple at the end of the street, Wen Yan grinned and finally arrived.

He kicked the door open.

There was a faint whisper in his ears.

"Your practice..."

"Okay, okay, I got it, next part."

"As a pioneer..."

"I got it, next part."

"Pass the test..."

"Oh, right, that's it." Wen Yan smiled.

But then he replied with a serious face.

"Who do you think you are? Are you worthy of testing me?"

Then, the impatient gray cloth flew out with a whoosh.

Wen Yan was afraid that it was useless, so he strictly followed the last action and stepped on the head of the statue.

He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he heard the angry head of the statue bless him again, and felt that a new mountain appeared after that mountain.

After crushing the head of the statue, everything here collapsed, and only a few yellow and black hairs remained.

Wen Yan collected the hair and felt it carefully.

This time, it was still a stone gate and a mountain.

But he felt something was wrong.

Because the second mountain is obviously smaller and shorter than the first one.

Even the stone gate is smaller.

Will this old dream be consumed again?

It's over. The Spring and Autumn Dream of repeatedly brushing the dungeon is probably going to be ruined.

I don't know how many times I can try. Just brushing the dungeon is probably not enough.

Wen Yan sighed, a little regretful. As expected, he still had to find the original body of this statue.

He directly picked up the second palace who was dumbfounded throughout the whole process and continued to the next one.

After passing here, entering the fog, and entering the next puzzle, he felt the direction of practice again.

That road passed the first door, the first mountain, and then to the second door, the second mountain, just as he thought.

The difficulty became higher, but the direction was there.

This feeling soon dissipated, and he came to the old dream of his aunt again.

The second palace has been completely wrapped in gray cloth, preventing him from seeing everything here, and blocking all the sounds.

Wen Yan quickly came to the place he came last time and waited for a moment.

The wind started to blow.

A sandstorm appeared in the sky.

Wen Yan touched his body and found the photo of the cute little zombie with a bright smile.

When the wind started to blow, he let go of his hand and the photo flew away with the wind.

"Aunt, this is the photo of the little one now.

She lives with me now, not in Fuyu Mountain, but in the city.

She likes to eat tomatoes, big and small.

She also likes to watch cartoons, which flash.

It's just that I don't understand the language she speaks.

But it's not a big problem, as long as she can understand what I say.

Aunt, keep the photo as a souvenir.

I'll take more photos later and send them to you when I'm free."

Wen Yan looked at the sandstorm and shouted loudly.

The photo was swept by the wind and rushed into the sky, and soon disappeared in the direction of the sandstorm.

The rolling sand and dust came, and Wen Yan picked up the second palace. When the temporary buff appeared, he moved forward quickly, quickly left the old dream, followed the old road, and returned to the underworld.

In the old dream, among the countless fragments swept by the sandstorm, this time, the image of the little zombie that Wen Yan saw last time did not appear again.

The photo was swept by the wind, turned in front of the aunt, and then slowly stopped in the strong wind and floated there.

With bloodshot eyes, the aunt saw the little zombie in the photo smiling with small tiger teeth, with happy and relaxed eyebrows, which was absolutely impossible to appear in the past.

The photo slowly broke and dissipated in the sandstorm.

The image on the photo turned into a puzzle, blended into the sandstorm, and gradually turned into a member of the puzzle that was swept away.

The aunt stretched out a hand and reached into the puzzle.

In the puzzle, the light was just right, warm and gentle. The sparrow cat in the corner had a disdainful expression, but stretched its neck to rub the camera.

The little zombie seemed to be basking in the sun, full of joy and expectation, without a single bit of the coldness that was unique to being a zombie.

The aunt reached out a hand and gently touched the little zombie's head.

The little zombie had a shy look on his face and smiled happily.

At the same time, at Wen Yan's home, he held his little face and sat at the table, absent-mindedly watching the animation on the tablet, while the cat chattered beside him.

"It's okay, Wen Yan won't do anything he's not sure of. Eat when you should, drink when you should, and don't take anything to heart."

In the yard, Dao Ge, who was standing on the shelf, looked at Que Mao straight in the face.

"What a coward."

Que Mao immediately got angry, flapped his wings and flew out, flying in the air, overlooking Dao Ge.

"Who are you scolding!"

"I've learned a lot. I've seen people picking up money, but I've never seen people picking up scolding." Dao Ge looked down on him.

In the quarrel, the little zombie was suddenly startled, stretched out her hand and touched her head. She seemed to feel someone touching her head.

A few minutes later, Wen Yan rushed out of Lao Zhao's house, sent all the videos she had taken to the black box, and immediately continued to the next wave.

When she entered again, when she saw the big zombie in gorgeous clothes sitting cross-legged on the coffin with a box of small tomatoes in his arms, Wen Yan thought to herself, it's broken, the copy has not been reset...