Chapter 880: Noisy

"Well, what is this?"
Before Lin Miaoran got better, he picked up a shiny piece of jade.
A tick at the fingertips, this jade one-sided suddenly revealed a pattern.
"Ning Ying Run." Chu Yan blinked. "This rune is rare."
The role of the glyph is very simple. It can record a certain picture in an instant, a bit like a sketched court artist.
But the court painter is a means of mortals, this is a means of monks.
Chu Yan said that it is rare, because other means, the glyph is really a bit of a rib.
Because it is a rune, it can only record one picture.
Without sound, the picture cannot be moved, and it functions like other runes and glyphs, which is too simple.
In addition, the difficulty of making is similar to other similar runes, so almost no one cares.
At this time, not only the glyph, but obviously the glyph also had a content record. Chu Yan was a bit good, and said to Lin Miaoran, "Open it.
Lin Miaoran nodded, aura was injected.
Suddenly, a white light appeared on the surface of the glyph.
The light in front of the two projected a palm-sized picture.
Seeing the contents of the screen, Chu Yan and Lin Miaoran looked at each other and were surprised.
This glyph has only one face.
It is Chu Yan's face.
The glyph that recorded his appearance appeared in the storage bag of a strange monk.
And this is still a male monk.
It feels ... subtle.
The muscles in the corner of His Royal Highness Chu twitched slightly.
At this moment, His Highness Chu knew what it was like to eat the fly.
Lin Miaoran could not help but smile when she saw the change in Chu Yan's expression.
"Why are you laughing?"
Seeing Chu Yan's doubtful look, Lin Miaoran narrowed her mouth and smiled: "I have two speculations. Would you like to listen?"
"Huh? Which two?" Chu Yan asked.
"The first possibility is that this person in the Ningying Rune is called Chu Yan. Of course, it is the flame of the two fires. Coincidentally, he looks like you."
The corner of His Royal Highness Chu continued to twitch.
He knows that this is how Lin Miaoran teased him with his pretense.
"What about the second possibility?"
"The second possibility is that he is secretly in love with you, hee hee." Miss Lin smiled happily.
"Stop it." Chu Yan shifted the topic. "Let's find it again. I don't know this person at all. He has the glyph that looks like me. It should be nothing simple. He is not a disciple of Wan Haimen— — "
Having said that, Chu Yan suddenly had a meal.
Lin Miaoran also realized.
After a while, the two looked at each other and smiled.
"If you are right, it should be a reward about Wanhaimen." Chu Yan straightened up.
From this perspective, it makes sense.
"One year after I came in, the injunction suddenly disappeared and collapsed, saying that it had nothing to do with me. Chu Xing must be unbelievable." Chu Yan groaned. "And some time ago, I was treated with the blood of the demon python. The injury must have been noticed by him.
So he released a similar reward.
And this time I also saved the blood, recorded my appearance with the glyph, and issued it. "
"But these people did not recognize you." Lin Miaoran looked at the last corpse that was being swallowed handsomely.
"Maybe they haven't thought about it, they will meet me so soon." Chu Yan smiled, "They are unintentional, but some people are intentional."
"Huh?" Lin Miaoran looked at Chu Yan.
She knew that Chu Yan could not talk nonsense, and this sentence must have been pointed.
Chu Yan grinned and suddenly moved.
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept across the ground.
Huh!
The next moment, he appeared behind a large rock nearby.
The ground behind the rock flickered slightly, and the next moment, a figure exploded and was about to be swept away at a great speed.
When meeting this person, Lin Miaoran suddenly froze.
Because the man hiding behind the stone was wearing clothes almost the same color as the stone.
And this clothes surface, also painted a stone-like pattern.
In this case, as long as he lies on the back of the stone, and then deliberately holds his breath to hide his body, it is difficult to be noticed.
Before, she didn't find herself being peeped at all.
"Want to leave?" Chu Yan stared, "look down on me?"
The strong wind in front of me suddenly, Chu Yan looked dissatisfied.
He was lingering here, and the monk he found was almost frightened at the moment.
Because the monk was trying his best to escape.
However, Chu Yan still has a sense of leisure to express his feelings and express his dissatisfaction here.
With a flick of his wrist, Chu Yan's hand had an extra two-foot short sword.
This was what he had just found out of the monks' storage bags.
Five-grade weapon, Chu Yan's eyes are now scrap copper and iron.
But it is more than enough to poke others.
Huh!
Clean and tidy, the short sword pierced the monk's calf like a tofu, and nailed him to the ground.
"Oh!"
The severe pain made the monk unable to hold his neck up and yelled imaginatively.
"So noisy."
Obviously, he poked others, His Royal Highness Chu has not yet realized it.
Seeing that the monk reached out and touched the storage bag, it seemed that he wanted to use any means, and Chu Yan grabbed it.
Hold the opponent's wrist and twist back.
Click!
The sound of a broken bone came from the shoulder.
The monk's face suddenly turned red like a pig's liver.
He didn't give up, the other hand continued to dig into the storage bag.
Click!
The next moment, there was a crunch of a broken bone on the other shoulder.
The monk's face swelled into fuchsia.
Suddenly, the scream of heartbreaking, gushing from the volcano erupted from his throat.
The sound spread far away, and after a while, echoes echoed.
"Ah ... hmm ... ah ..."
Chu Yan listened for a moment, I believe that in a short time, no one should have the courage to come here.
This scream is so deterrent.
At this moment, the monk fell to the ground, sweating like rain, not knowing that the pain was still scary, and his whole body was shaking like sieve bran.
Chu Yan tore off the opponent's storage bag, led the collar, and threw this guy to Lin Miaoran's feet like throwing a sack.
When Chu Yan came back, the monk gritted his teeth and climbed up from the ground, looking towards Chu Yan: "I, I just passed by, and had no other meaning. I didn't see anything just happened.
Now that you have taken my storage bag, my hands and feet were also injured by you. Can you let me go? "
When talking, I don't know if it was the wound that was involved. The monk suddenly showed a painful look.
Sweat was like a stream, flowing down his cheek.
Chu Yan glanced at him obliquely: "Let you go, and then let you go back and report, saying that I am here and ascended to the triple state of Ningmai?"