Man Huang Feng Bao

"Tiandu teacher, you broke through the bottleneck?" Ye Chuan looked up and down Nantian.

"No, it’s still a monk."

Nan Tiandu replied, standing still and giving people a sword and a slap in the face, the people are also silent, and whoever is cold and cold.

"When the scorpion swordsmanship was trained to the first few layers, did you condense the spirit of the flying sword?" Ye Chuan asked again.

The southern sky was smashed, followed by the right hand subconsciously following the hilt, watching Ye Chuan ready to go. The whole person is like a sharp sword, pointing to Ye Chuan's eyebrows.

The 撼天九剑 is the ancient supernatural power that he inadvertently obtained. After the cultivation, he can condense a spiritual power into a handle flying sword. When the mind is moving, the sword will be powerful. Except for the two elders of the emperor, Nangong, there is no one in the Zongmen who knows his secret. How did Ye Chuan know it?

"Don't be nervous, the power of the sword is not bad, but I am not interested in such a practice, just happen to know one or two."

Ye Chuan's tone is dull. In the face of the pressure of Nantiandu, there is no discomfort. After a pause, he said: "The road to cultivation is the road to the sky. Unfortunately, many people don't know. In fact, the speed of cultivation is not important. It is really important. It is the foundation. The body and the soul are honed, and every realm is cultivated to the extreme, in order to go further and climb higher. Concentrate on the spirit of the flying sword, to truly grasp the essence of the sword, Tiandu, keep working hard."

Intentionally or unintentionally pointing a few words, Ye Chuan Yang went away.

The two elders Nangong and Nantian are both masters and apprentices, but in fact, the two elders did not teach anything. Nantian spent most of his time practicing and enlightening alone. Many details of the 撼天九剑, even the two elders did not know, suddenly listened to Ye Chuan said that the flying sword spirit, the quiet Southland can not help but be surprised.

Seeing that Ye Chuan went farther and farther, Nantian reacted and quickly caught up. "Master, the big contest will begin tomorrow, when will we leave?"

"When the fat man comes back, he will leave immediately. Tiandu, you go to the underground ghost market to pick up the fat man, let him not delay."

Ye Chuantou does not return, and goes further and further.

Behind him, Nan Tian was killed and flew to the underground ghost market. Originally, he followed Ye Chuan because of the command of the two elders Nangong, and he did not say anything in his mouth. Now, it’s a sudden rush of heart, and it’s as simple as Ye Chuanyuan’s appearance on the surface.

Even my own **** of life knows all the days and the swords are known. I still understand so deep. Can this be seen in reading?

For Ye Chuan, the master brother, Nantian is increasingly invisible and gradually respectfully respected.

Back to Ziyunfeng, Ye Chuan sat down in the study and waited for the departure time.

At the same time, in the dark underground ghost city, the fat man Zhao Dazhi sat bitterly on the cold floor. Every time someone walked in front of him, he looked up and then lowered his head in disappointment. The stalls in front of others are full of dazzling, the most unfortunate and there are several things, the fat man is empty in front of him, just pressing a piece of paper with a stone.

I am going to go out to compete in the competition soon, but the fat man is still trying to make money, not to miss any chance.

In the past, he was not able to eat and wear. Now he is different. His father is seriously ill and he needs too much silver. Not only must you support yourself, buy the necessities of cultivation, but also try to help a large family.

The piece of paper pressed by the stone is written by Ye Chuan. That is what the fat man can't understand, but Ye Chuan said that he is worth the money, he will try to come to the underground ghost market to try. I have nothing to do, I will not plant herbs or alchemy, and all hopes are on this note.

The footsteps of Shasha came and some people came over.

The tired and hungry fat man quickly looked up, staring at the autumn water and looking forward to it. The coming man is a five-year-old middle-aged man with a heavy armor. It looks like a loose man, arrogant and arrogant. He walks over the fat man like a crab, and turns back when the fat man is down in disappointment. Come back, "Hey, what is this for you?"

The fat man suddenly looked up and looked excited. After waiting for such a long time, someone finally asked, and quickly stood up with a note, carefully opened the corner of the note, accompanied by a smile and said: "Adult, this is a baby, a good baby, hard to find, you look, this Yes……"

The fat man's mouth is slippery, but what is the meaning of the note? He can't say it clearly. He can only be vague, hoping to meet a man's stupid money. Unfortunately, this dispersal is obviously not in front of you.

The middle-aged man glanced at the paper in the hands of the fat man and despised the fat man. "Kid, are you a cloud sect?"

"Yes." The fat man replied, and some of them were confused. I don't know why the middle-aged people suddenly said so.

Although the items sold in the underground ghost market have always been varied, it is the first time that a piece of paper is sold. Most people are scornful. Seeing that someone really came forward and the fat man Zhao Dazhi took care of it, many people have been around to watch the excitement, and they have always managed to make money without the pipeline and the frozen skin of Hu Yupi can not help but walk through to see the fun.

"Let me see, what is this? Children's graffiti? Hahaha..."

The middle-aged man grabbed the paper in the hands of the fat man, and all of them opened it and looked at it. Then he threw it on the ground and laughed. "Jokes, such things are also brought to the eye, and it is hard to find what it is." Baby, it’s so ridiculous. I didn’t expect that the sorrowful sorcerer had such a liar, and there was no swindler at all. It seems that Yunwu Zong is really not good...”

The middle-aged people went away and the voice came from far away. The people onlookers also laughed loudly, and the fat man looked awkward. A penny is a hero, and the old squandered fat man is now truly unaccompanied.

"Master, I am really miserable by you!"

The fat man wants to cry without tears, and squats down the paper strips on the ground.

When I handed this note to myself, Ye Chuan was serious about it. Although the fat man could not understand it, he had to believe that he would come to the underground ghost market with a dream. As everyone knows, it is purely whimsical, and it is miserable by Ye Chuankeng!

The master is sure to see that he is upset, just comforting it, yes, definitely!

The fat man comforted himself and thought of the only explanation.

A pair of heavy deerskin boots suddenly appeared in front of the fat man, and the paper strips that were about to pick up were suddenly caught in the hands.

The fat man looked up and had an extremely burly figure in front of him. His height was nearly three meters. The light arm was twice as thick as the average man's thigh. Standing in front of him was like a mountain, and his body was covered in a black robe. Only reveal a pair of dark red eyes. There was a big fight on the head, and looking down from the bottom up, it was just a faint appointment to see that there were two arches on the other side of the head, and it seemed to have a pair of horns.

Corner Devil?

The fat man was stunned and his fat fluttered.

In the wild world, practitioners are usually divided into two schools of martial arts and soul repair, one specializing in the cultivation of the body, and the other is based on the cultivation of the soul. However, in many remote places, there is another secret genre that is free from the mainstream. It specializes in capturing the blood and ethnic talent of the monster, and transplants part of the body of the monster to himself, even spreading the secret and The monsters are combined into one, becoming a non-human and non-beast monster, and the cultivation progresses rapidly, one is more ferocious. According to the shape, it is divided into many categories, and the long angle on the head is called the horned man.

No matter where it is, the magic repairs are almost excluded, and it is not allowed for the major sects. Although the terrain of the Cloudy Mountains is complex, because of the existence of the Cloud Mist, there has been no magic and daring to come here since ancient times. Suddenly encounter a magic repair, or a ferocious corner demon, suddenly scared the fat!