Man Huang Feng Bao

The inflamed devil, his face twisted and cracked, and it was extremely scary at the moment.

"Master brother..."

Zhao Dazhi, a fat man standing on the side of the tea, screamed and shivered. He wanted to go forward and help but was powerless. His feet were soft and not listening. The teapot in his hand fell to the ground and slammed into pieces.

The speed of the enchantment is amazing, and the murderous body is covered in a hot flame, such as the ancient monster of the same hair mad. The fat man on the sidelines almost fluttered, but the first to bear the brunt of Ye Chuan was not changing his face, still sitting cross-legged on the bluestone board.

The fire magic hit a ten-step, Ye Chuan did not move.

The distance is close to three steps, and Ye Chuan is still the same, and even his eyes are not stunned, and the inflamed demon is regarded as the air.

A hot, swaying palm of the hand suddenly stopped when it was only half an inch away from Ye Chuan's chest. The hot flames have even been sprayed on the hair of Ye Chuan. The palms are sharp, and the robes on Ye Chuan are screaming and even hurting.

The murderous demon, the shot was fierce and scary, but in the end he stopped.

"Continue, continue, why don't you continue to shoot it? You are not a very powerful predecessor?"

Ye Chuan smiled and his face was dull, and his reaction to the inflammation was expected.

If you can get through this disaster yourself, the fire magic will not have to wait until now, dragging it to the present level. If he rushed to kill himself, he would only harm himself and cut off his last life!

"I have a bottle of marrow wash, all for you." The magic magic turned the storage ring on the finger, took out a bottle of medicinal herbs, which contained more than a dozen capsules.

A top-grade wash of the marrow is rare, the price is high, full of a bottle, enough to sell the price in the black market!

The fat man’s eyes suddenly light up. After swallowing a washful marrow that was given by Ye Chuan, he finally got his wish to break through to the monk's territory. This is full of a bottle of washed marrow. If you swallow it, can you quickly become a master of the monk and even attack the real person?

The fat man’s eyes lit up and his eyes were hot. Ye Chuan was unmoved. His eyelids were not lifted and he shook his head. “This is a good wash, but unfortunately, I don’t need it. Such a marrow wash is useless to me. ""

"I have a practice, the eight-party yang-yang, is the most powerful practice of practicing the body of the **** of the gods under the heavens. I have passed this practice to you, how to pass it, how?" do my best.

This martial art is the secret of his teacher's door, and it is also his life. Many years ago, someone used a saint to exchange with him, and he did not agree. Now, in order to resolve the disaster, in order to survive, he had to exchange the power of the bottom of the box.

The flaming demon really tried his best. However, Ye Chuan still shook his head and said faintly: "The eight-party yang yang is a good thing, it is a very good practice, but there is a problem with your cultivation method. It is very likely that the inheritance is broken. Incomplete octagonal yang yang. The ignorant predecessors, even your cultivation for most of your life has become like this, what use is it for me to come? Could it be that one day is like you?"

Ye Chuan's face is calm, and he is really not interested in the reward of the inflammation.

The sorcerer turned the teacher's martial arts into a priceless treasure, but it was really nothing to do with Ye Chuan, who had been in charge of the wilderness. Mo said that the genie knows only a piece of incompleteness, which is more powerful than the octagonal yang yang, specializing in the practice of the body of Yan Shen, Ye Chuan's memory has several doors.

"Kid, are you playing me?"

The flaming demon stare at Ye Chuan, and the flame in the outside is great. Looking at Ye Chuan’s eyes, there was a fierce flash of light, and my heart began to have the same thoughts. Huoran turned around, the big hand emptied, and took a look at the fat man Zhao Dazhi, and caught a cold smile in his hand, and scared the fat fat body.

The fire was dead, but the fire was dead. I worked hard for the rest of my life, but in the end it was like this. He was not reconciled. He hated and hated everyone and even the whole wild world. Since both sides are dead, it is better to kill them. If you die, you have to pull a few people to bury them. You must die to die!

"Great..., Master, save me, save me..."

The fat man screamed loudly, and in horror, the heart was very sad, why is it always me every time I get hurt?

"If you don't want to die, let him go."

Ye Chuan looked at the evil and evil, and began to look at the evil spirits. He knew that the time was almost the same. He said faintly: "If you want to save you, it is not impossible, just..."

"But what? The son of the family please tell me!" The demon released the fat man, and his eyes stared at Ye Chuan. After drowning in the river for a long time, he finally caught a life-saving straw.

"Yunwu Zong has always been good at planting all kinds of herbs. Over time, there is a congenital spirit in Zongmen. It uses a secret method to inhale the innate spirit of the innate spirit, and the nourishment of pure heaven and earth aura can be slow. Slowly adjust your body. The clouds and fog are surrounded by mountains and peaks. The Ziyun Peak left by my master, regardless of the innate spirit or the aura of heaven and earth, is just a unique blessing."

Ye Chuan talked, paused, and looked at the evil spirits and said: "Just, my Ziyunfeng has always forbidden any outsiders to stay for a long time, so..."

The face of Yanmo is cloudy and uncertain. The flame on his body is getting more and more prosperous. He burns his body and burns his soul. After a while, he can’t help it. He snorted a few times and said: "Okay, then I Join the Yunwu Zong, and later, like them, respectfully call the son a master."

"what?"

The fat man Zhao Dazhi screamed and looked far and wide from the flaming demon.

Although Yunwu Zong has recruited disciples, he is not limited to identity, cultivation and age, but the age of the evil spirits is too high, and the cultivation is too strong. If he really joins the cloud sect, then the five-day sacred challenge, isn’t everyone worried?

"Becoming a sect of disciple, calling me a master, this is not enough. To help you resolve this catastrophe is not as simple as passing a secret law."

Ye Chuan shook his head, meditation on the law, forced a drop of blood from his fingers, and pointed a bullet to the front of the fire, faintly said: "In a recent period, I have to repair, sort out the medicine on the mountain, comb the planted herbs, Just need a drug slave. If you want, stay here, and swallow this drop of blood."

Yanmo reached out and caught the blood of the wandering, silent, did not answer immediately, his face was cloudy and uncertain.

A drop of blood can imply a lot of mystery. For those who are proficient in magical powers, you can control another person's body, even the soul, through a drop of blood.

The flaming demon has a rich experience and understands the meaning of Ye Chuan. I stayed behind as a medicinal slave. I only made it a servant in the name of Ye Chuan, but swallowed his blood and blood. That is, I really took Ye Chuan as the master. I would like to betray and have a bad idea for Ye Chuan in the future.

The fire is silent, Ye Chuan has not spoken, no urging, slowly licking a few mouthfuls of tea.

After being trapped in the Valley of the Immortals for millions of years, he learned the lesson and will not leave any hidden dangers around him. The refining demon that was obtained in the Valley of the Sacred God just happened to solve this problem.

"Well, from now on, my enchantress will be with the son. The son is young and promising, and will not be the fish in the pool in the future!"

Hesitated for a while, the sigh sighed and sighed with respect. First, in order to survive, hesitating will be burned to ashes, and the situation is not human. On the other hand, it is also to see Ye Chuan's temperament, follow him, and may achieve even greater achievements in the future. The moment of swallowing the blood of the life, the heart of the meal, the two have a subtle telepathy.

"Don't be reluctant, don't want to. Even after many years, you will understand that it is your pleasure to be with me. Ordinary people, even if they cry and cry to stay, I don't want it."

Ye Chuan swept the fire demon and his face was dull.

Onlooker's fat man, Zhao Dazhi, was black in front of him, and his voice was not good. He couldn't wait to leave Ye Chuan far from the bottom of his feet. He was really afraid of his special troubled guy. The latter's tone was too mad! Finally, the inflammation of the devil is soft, Ye Chuan said so, is not afraid of the evil demon to open the killing?

The sorcerer was stunned, but it was also unbelievable. He thought it was wrong. He suddenly looked up and his eyes flashed a savage light. It’s too late to make trouble. The heart suddenly stunned and the limbs were so soft. The soul in my mind seemed to be cut in half by an invisible dagger, and I suddenly felt trembling. After a while, this gradually improved.

"Thank you for the fact that the son does not kill." Look at Ye Chuan's face with an intentional and unintentional smile. The fire quickly understood and knew what was going on.

"Yes, let's practice in the mountains."

Ye Chuan nodded, seeing the flames of the flames began to beat, more and more open and completely out of control, and this was the rescue.

He tells the truth, when it was changed millions of years ago, when he was only covering the sky, the smell of the demon was really invisible. Whether the beggars around him are the queen of the elves or the masters of the ghosts, which one is not the master of the lord of the tyrants, where is the fish and shrimp that have been smashed in front of themselves?

This year, everybody loves to listen, and no one believes in telling the truth!

Ye Chuan shook his head and told the fat man to take out a box of silver needles in the Ziyun hospital and get busy.