The Heavens: From the Awakening of Douluo's Martial Soul

There is a large garden at the back of the villa, which was remodeled by relying on a clear spring. The garden is full of exotic flowers and plants in the world, colorful and eye-catching.

The floral fragrance is fresh and elegant, not strong, and it is very friendly to practitioners with keen five senses.

The simple log pavilion has no extra decoration, and it also has a natural harmony.

That's right, Ye Yuan couldn't appreciate it.

It's not that there is a problem with the beautiful scenery here, but that the Qingyu City not far away is really an eyesore.

"Alas, this is the sad part of having so good eyes!"

In the gazebo, the witch who was making tea heard the words, glared at a shameless guy who took advantage of it and acted sourly, and said in a sour tone.

"If you don't want those dog eyes, you can leave them to me, I don't mind."

Well, now Ye Yuan has nothing to say.

Sun Ru secretly covered her mouth, smiling happily.

Since the witch quit drinking, she has transformed from a crazy drunk woman into a demure lady.

They were so different, Ye Yuan didn't even dare to recognize them.

Although it is still "rich", it is not generous, it is tightly packaged.

To be honest, Ye Yuan has already started to miss that drunk woman who loves to lie.

Facing the witch's unreasonable demands, Ye Yuan could only smile sarcastically and refused to answer.

The witch took a sip of the tea, looking intoxicated, but the next second, she sighed with a gloomy expression.

"Spiritual tea is good, but... when can I drink it!"

Speechless.

Very speechless.

This female alcoholic is really hopeless.

Thinking of this, Ye Yuan's hand is very natural to pick up the wine gourd on his waist, he also wants to drink.

But suddenly, he felt a "murderous aura".

Get to the roots.

Well, the witch is looking at me covetously.

Her eyes were full of threats, as if to say: You drink, drink and try!

Ye Yuan withdrew his right hand stiffly, full of helplessness, he couldn't beat her.

Seeing that Ye Yuan gave up the idea of ​​drinking in front of her, the witch nodded in satisfaction: I don't drink, and neither can others!The Hehuan Sect has Qiongfeng as its head... that's how domineering it is!

Ye Yuan glanced at an unreasonable woman resentfully, in order not to drink, he began to divert his attention, and asked Sun Ru actively.

"Little girl, how is Qingyu City?"

Sun Ru recalled the information sent back by the teachers and sisters, and said with a sad face.

"The situation is not good. Many people disappear silently every night. In the past few days, people have left every day. However, most of them disappeared without being able to escape."

"Ugh."

Ye Yuan sighed, feeling powerless.

If the Qiankun Ding is still around, he can even go head-to-head with the magic tire.

But now, with Ye Yuan alone, he has absolutely no confidence in winning!

but…

Ye Yuan looked at the "every lady" in the gazebo, and thought to himself: It seems... It's not like there's no chance at all.

Anyway, with Ye Yuan's current cultivation level, it is unrealistic to swallow the magic tire in a short time.

Then...

"Demon...cough, sir, how about...let's go in again."

She didn't care about being called a witch, but when she went in again, she was stunned.

It wasn't enough to return without merit last time, so how can it be different this time?

Thinking of the experience of going in last time, she felt depressed.

"why?"

"It's not an option to continue like this. I'm going to make a surprise."

"A sneak attack is a sneak attack. Why do you say it so nicely!"

The witch gave Ye Yuan a disdainful glance, as if despising his hypocrisy, and then said.

"You have to think about it clearly. Qingyu City is not a ghost town in Mass Burial Mound. Here, I dare not use the group attack method."

Ye Yuan naturally knew this, and was mentally prepared.

"I know, if you don't need it, you don't need it, but it would be great if you can invite a few more experts."

This is calling me weak in disguise!One person cannot clean up the magic tire.

The witch was immediately angry, but she had a lonely, humble, and weak self-pity.

"Hey, people can't meet your needs anymore."

Ye Yuan suddenly broke out in cold sweat, the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously, and flax froze.

He waited for a full second before he could react, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and explained with an embarrassed look on his face.

"The magic fetus has many means and is powerful, and it can't be killed at all. If there are many experts to help, maybe there will be a chance to seal it in a short time!"

The witch wasn't acting weird, and after a moment of serious thinking, she asked with a serious face.

"You mean, you can control the body of the magic tire?"

Ye Yuan nodded solemnly, and said confidently.

"Although it can't be killed, it can still be controlled for a few breaths."

"How long is it?"

What he said was like gesturing to size and saying: That's it?

Not highly harmful, highly insulting.

but…

Ye Yuan doesn't have the same knowledge as someone with long hair but short knowledge, so forgive her.

He smiled flatteringly and said very generously.

"That's why I'm looking for an expert like you!"

The witch was very satisfied with being photographed, so she stopped laughing at Ye Yuan.

"That's right, if you are well prepared and cooperate well, a few breaths of time are indeed enough to seal the magic tire."

That's right, that's it.

Ye Yuan looked at the witch expectantly, hoping that she would take the lead in leading this plan.

The witch was about to agree, but suddenly thought of something, and said after pondering for a moment.

"This matter is not urgent, I need to communicate with the head to finalize it."

She figured it out, it would be fine if this matter was successful, it would be a great credit.

But if it fails, she, the leader of the organization, will bear most of the responsibility.

This big black pot must be thrown out, and no matter how bad it is, others must be carried with it.

As for the credit for success after being divided by these people, this is not a big deal.

Just do what you say, and the witch immediately sent a voice transmission back to the sect. Of course, such a good thing must be notified to her "good" senior sister as soon as possible.

...

"Swallowing a golden elixir into my stomach, my fate is up to me."

"It's nice to say, but it can't be done. The golden core stage is only the third realm of cultivation. The road ahead is long, so don't be complacent and slack."

Ye Yuan looked at the golden "marble" in his dantian, and couldn't help smiling wryly.

Other people's golden pills are watery and lubricated, but his one is different, it is pitted, like a naturally occurring gold ore, but without impurities.

It's like a half-finished product.

Such a consequence was not caused by Ye Yuan's lack of cultivation and forced a breakthrough, but because of incomplete skills.

Due to the rapid improvement of his cultivation, he hadn't had time to comprehend the Golden Core Qigong.

The current situation is not what Ye Yuan wants.

Fortunately, however, it is not beyond repair.

In fact, the golden core is not condensed once, and everything will be fine.

In order to advance to a higher level, the cultivation and polishing of golden core is indispensable, and it is even something that must be done all the time.

This is the case in the entire cultivation world, there is no such thing as a one-time condensation to fix the level of the dead golden elixir.

Of course, what kind of golden core will be cultivated in the end depends on talent, luck, perseverance...

In short, it is also possible to catch up with the poorly condensed golden core at the beginning of the breakthrough.

So, don't worry too much in the early stage.

Don't mind a ghost.

Ye Yuan looked at the pitted gold "marbles", and felt very bad.

His skills haven't been settled yet.

At this moment, the little orphan in the supernatural power space spat out a ball of small suns, which hit the golden "marbles" straight.

Subtle and imperceptible, the gold "marble" became rounder, and one of the pits on it became a little shallower.

Only then did Ye Yuanyisi barely comfort him, he touched the little orphan's head and sighed.

"Thanks to you!"