Fantasy: At the beginning, the saint girl was tricked into joining the Demon Cult!

Well, if you followed Ye Chen, you followed Ye Chen, so he switched to Mingzhu.

Now Chen Xuanji is one of the best masters in the world, a celestial being, at least he can get some benefits, right?

Unexpectedly, others dismissed him at all, and even called him a "shameless little thief"?

Chapter 189 Fan Tong's Unwillingness

"Yes..." Fan Tong stepped back, not daring to speak any more.

But the years of fear suddenly exploded in his heart, making him extremely aggrieved and incomparably painful.

When Fan Tong came outside, he saw that the disciples were busy, as if they were holding some spirit stones and preparing for something.

These spirit stones are all blue spirit stones, which caught Fan Tong's eyes.

"Be careful, there are restrictions on these spirit stones, and they will explode immediately when they are shaken." A disciple scolded.

The other disciples of the Shuangjuezong did not dare to neglect, moved the box containing the spirit stones to the warehouse, and then left carefully.

"Hmph, since you don't want me to be an elder, then these spirit stones are my compensation." Fan Tong said bitterly, he waited for the guarding disciples to leave, and then came to the warehouse.

With that superb lockpicking technique, the warehouse was opened without any effort.

He slipped in carefully, but he didn't see the sign next to the warehouse, which read a few words:

"Arsenal".

Fan Tong looked in, and the densely packed alleys were filled with spirit stones, which made Fan Tong almost freeze in place.

With so many spirit stones, what kind of elder is he?

Anyway, no one here will be an elder for him.

He originally planned to die of old age in this pair of peerless sects, holding an iron job, going to the fence during the day, and practicing kung fu diligently at night.

But if there are so many spirit stones, such a life is within reach!

Fan Tong was about to get the Lingshi with his hands, when he suddenly realized a very serious problem.

"If I took these spirit stones away, wouldn't they find out right away?" Fan Tong thought, "I'm so clever, wouldn't it be enough to replace these spirit stones with heavy objects? Anyway, it's covered with canvas, I can't even tell what's in there!"

Just do it!

Fan Tong brought some dried "mud" and replaced most of the spirit stones inside, leaving only one layer of the remaining spirit stones on the surface of the box.

And in the beast pen of the Shuangjue Sect, a disciple looked at the empty corner a little dazedly.

Another disciple said, "Ah Fa, what's wrong with you?"

"No, where did all the shit I piled up here go?"

"Whatever, maybe someone cleaned it up, wouldn't it be better? We can go drink!"

"Yes, drink!" The disciple put down his shovel and left with his shoulders on his shoulders.

……

Smell Fragrant Hills.

Zhou Baoer was pillowed on Jiang Han's arm.

Compared with the unfamiliarity before, the two of them are obviously a lot more proficient.

At this time, the fine sweat on their faces is the best proof.

Zhou Baoer moved closer to Jiang Han's neck: "Jiang Lang..."

The voice is soft and waxy, making people want to stop.

Jiang Han looked at the beauty in his arms, if he wasn't tired, he really wanted to continue loving her.

At this time, Zhou Bao'er wanted to refuse but also to welcome, it was simply wonderful.

Many literati like to use flowers to compare beauties, but how can flowers be as moving as Zhou Baoer?

Maybe some people will say that the most beautiful woman is like the fairy in the painting, but Zhou Baoer at this time, which brush in the world can paint her Fengshen?

Even if it is a fairy in the sky, it is definitely not as gentle as Bao'er is now. Jiang Han stroked Bao'er's cheek lightly with his fingers, and said, "Huh?"

"Are we really going to face Chen Xuanji directly?" Bao'er said.

Jiang Han was overjoyed, and kissed Bao'er's forehead lightly, and said, "Are you afraid?"

Zhou Baoer nodded, but quickly shook her head again, she said softly: "After all, there is such a big gap in strength now, and... and we..."

"The reason why I did this is also because I want to understand one thing." Jiang Han stretched out his left hand, and the missing little finger was so obvious in the night.

Bao'er felt distressed, grabbed Jiang Han's hand and put it on her cheek: "What do you want to understand?"

"When You Qiansui rescued Ye Chen, he left that thing between Ye Chen's eyebrows." Jiang Han narrowed his eyes.

Zhou Baoer was taken aback: "What is left behind?"

"You'll know when the time comes." Jiang Han lovingly scratched Zhou Baoer's little nose.

Bao'er pouted in protest.

The two lay on the same pillow, and their eyes met at this moment, with all the tenderness and sweetness in their words.

Bao'er spoke for a long time, and she said, "If one day I go with you to the capital to meet your mother, what if she dislikes me..."

"Why do you dislike you?" Jiang Han hugged her even tighter.

Bao'er didn't resist either, she listened to Jiang Han's heartbeat, the two of them were honest with each other at this moment, and there were scattered clothes all around, one can imagine how fierce the fierce battle just now was.

"You have the blood of the royal family... But me, my parents are ordinary villagers, and I..." Bao'er said, after all, in this era, identity, background, and blood are important factors that determine a person's status .

But Jiang Han interrupted her, he said: "You, it's superficial to say so, as the so-called princes and generals, who are born noble? I think the founding emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty was not a kind born?"

"Princes and generals, it's better to be kind..." Bao'er kept chewing on Jiang Han's words.

Seeing Bao'er's constant pondering, Jiang Han's interest rose again, and he said, "Honey, I have something to discuss with you."

"Huh?" Bao'er looked at Jiang Han with her beautiful big eyes, and the sweat from just now was still hanging on Chang's eyelashes.

Jiang Han said, "Have you read the fourth volume of the Spring Girl Play?"

Bao'er blushed, and she said angrily, "Look, look..."

"There's a shallow bottom called Yuxiang, do you know?" Jiang Han asked again.

Bao'er thought that Jiang Han was going to ask a serious question, but she suddenly said a word that made her extremely shy, and two peach clouds quickly appeared on her cheeks: "You, what do you want to do?"

"What do you think?" Jiang Han chuckled, and immediately pulled up the quilt next to him, and then hid himself and Bao'er inside.

Bao'er's charming smile and Jiang Han's teasing immediately intertwined.

And under the same moon.

The purple-clothed fairy stood on the top of the Vientiane Pagoda, leaning against the moonlight, closing her eyes and contemplating.

Suddenly, a sound of practicing exercises caught her attention.

The fairy in purple was curious, so she looked down and saw Ye Chen practicing on the middle flat bottom of the three pagodas.

On one side, Xiao Mei and Yue Qingrou are practicing alongside.

Yue Qingrou said: "Ye Lang, is this too forced?"

Ye Chen clasped his hands together, and a pool of water in the distance began to condense into swords.

This is a skill of Manyo Yukenshu.

Everything can become a sword!

And Ye Batian can use the vegetation around him to turn into flying swords, killing enemies invisible within a hundred steps.

Chapter 190 Ye Zixuan

But although Ye Chen can control a huge stone sword, there is still a distance from his father in terms of sword control.

"The stone sword has reached its limit. Now it's a water sword. At least I have to control a hundred of them. If you are sleepy, go and rest first." Ye Chen said.

Xiao Mei glanced at Yue Qingrou, and Qingrou said: "We are not sleepy, but it is still too much to control a hundred water swords at a time, how about maintaining fifty?"

"Do the best you can." Ye Chen shouted loudly, and a hundred water jets appeared in the pool. Under his control, the water jets condensed and turned into swords, but they stopped when they reached normal.

"Canopy!"

With a muffled sound, all the water swords collapsed, leaving only Ye Chen panting and sweating profusely.

"How can I turn it into a sword without condensing the sword bones?" A crisp voice came from above, and the three of them looked up at the same time, only to find that it was a purple-clothed fairy floating down, standing barefoot in a pool of water, clearly a hundred meters away A deep pool, but she remained motionless on the surface.

"Sister Fairy?" Ye Chen said.

The purple-clothed fairy was stunned: "Sister fairy? Me?"

"Could it be that the fairy sister wants to teach me the exercises?" Ye Chen asked again.

The purple-clothed fairy Wan'er smiled, and that smile made people feel like a spring breeze, and her whole body felt indescribably happy and comfortable.

She said: "In the past, the suzerain of the first generation accepted me as a foster daughter, so I naturally have my name, Ye Zixuan."

"Ye Zixuan?" Yue Qingrou murmured, "What a beautiful name."

Ye Chen said: "Could it be that sister Zixuan has a knack for controlling swords?"

"The root of Wanye Sword Sect's technique is that the first suzerain turned flowers into swords and picked leaves into blades. There was no sword in his hand, and there were swords around him. The heart of the sword was the bone of the sword." Ye Zixuan suddenly raised her hands, and the surroundings were suddenly blown by wind and sand. Stones rose, and countless grass leaves, dead trees, and even sand, stone, and rubble condensed in the air.

In the end, a huge sword with a length of [-] meters froze in the air.

This scene also made Ye Chen amazed.

Suddenly, Ye Zixuan clenched her hands into fists, and the huge sword in the air began to disintegrate, turning into thousands of small swords, circling in the air, like a flock of migratory birds returning to their nests, it was extremely spectacular.

Under the starry sky, Xiaojian and the stars are competing for glory!

"There is no sword in your hand, and there are swords around you..." Ye Chen also began to slowly understand the true meaning of this sentence.

Around Ye Chen, many fallen leaves also gathered together, forming a smaller group of swords in a short while.

This also surprised Ye Zixuan slightly, she never thought that Ye Chen's talent was so outstanding.

Zixuan said: "Yes, when your own cultivation has reached the bottleneck, then you can evenly distribute the maximum vitality to all the things around you. By analogy, the sword power is scattered in groups, which is called the sword bone."

"it is good!"

Ye Chen practiced harder and harder, and gradually began to master the tricks.

……

A few days later, a spaceship driven by spirit stones rose from above Tianxuan City.

In the lead are Xue Lihong, Dao Kuang, and Dao Chi.

Both Dao Kuang and Dao Chi were former elders of the Jue Dao Sect, but now they have surrendered to the Shuang Jue Sect and become Chen Xuanji's subordinates.

And Xue Lihong is a casual cultivator with a strong cultivation base. She wears a superb sword named "Burning Blood", which is scarlet all over and exudes an evil aura.

At this moment, the sun was scorching hot outside, distorting the surrounding air.

Xuelihong's nose moved, he frowned and said, "Did you smell it?"

"Well, since I got on the spaceship, this smell has been there and has become stronger and stronger." Dao Kuang said, "Is it possible that someone urinates on the spaceship?"

"Not necessarily, I guess someone ran away and hid it secretly." Dao Chi said.

Dao cursed madly: "Who the hell is hiding shit?"

Suddenly, Dao Kuang realized something, he looked straight at Dao Chi: "Why do you understand so clearly?"

As soon as Dao Kuang said this, even Xue Lihong looked at Dao Chi with disgust.

Dao Chi felt that he had been insulted, and he scolded: "Who the hell are you hiding shit?!"

"Why are you so excited? I didn't mention you." Dao Kuang said, in fact, it turned out that Dao Kuang and Dao Chi were enemies in Jue Dao Sect.

At this time, Xue Lihong also acted as a peacemaker: "Everyone has a hobby these days, so don't take it for granted, but this smell is indeed a bit strong... and a bit rotten."

As he said, Xue Lihong covered his nose, and he looked at Dao Chi.

Dao became impatient: "It's not me!"

At this time, the spaceship was already moving forward smoothly. The speed was not fast, but it was not slow either. Because it was driven by spirit stones, it was naturally not comparable to the Heixuan Battleship, so it was also very difficult to accelerate.