MTL - Man Huang Feng Bao-Chapter 18 Respect is not as good as life
Late at night, Ziyunfeng.
Ye Chuan's spirit swayed to the Ziyun monastery, and brought a yin wind. The whole spirit was cold and thorough, and a cold wind seemed to be taken away, and forever lost in the boundless darkness.
Ye Chuan’s soul was hurt and he was not hurt.
Just now, with the secret law and risk, he took the first step and escaped the attack of Jin Zhikun, the master of the alchemy hall. However, the suffocating yang that broke out from the latter suddenly made his soul hurt, as if it was burnt by the flames. If you take a step late, the consequences are unimaginable.
The cold wind whistling, and in the middle of the night, the wind is bigger and colder, and the roar of the monsters from time to time in the distance is shocking.
After barely plunging into the middle of the mountain, Ye Chuan's speed is getting slower and slower, and every step of the way has to consume the whole body. In the faraway horizon, there is a breath of horror, which is the demon that specializes in the spirit of the gods. It is sensed that the existence of the soul of Ye Chuan must come from all directions.
A warm light is taken from the top of the mountain at this time.
This warm light is very weak, very small, but the body quickly makes Ye Chuan feel the warmth of the silk, the spirit is alive, the spirit in the darkness of the dark to distinguish the direction to the Ziyun hospital. Just returned to the study, the soul and the body merged into one, the outside of the door was a smoldering sorrowful wind, the demon who was free to eat the gods in the heavens and the earth came half a step late, and after dissatisfiedly hovering outside the door, they had to dissipate on their own. .
The lamp is in the soul, the lamp is extinguished!
The Qinglian lamp, which was obtained together with the enchanting demon swallowing in the Valley of the Vulgar, showed the power of mystery, and let the evil spirits outside the door retreat.
Sitting cross-legged in front of the Qinglian lamp for a while, Ye Chuan felt that the cold limbs gradually warmed up, and the soul of the injured in his mind was much better.
"Hands up, yang is like a knife, good, a good alchemy master, a good master!"
Ye Chuan smiled coldly and murdered.
In the wild world, after practicing to the seven-folder of the military, once again breaking through, you can become a monk who is not in the mortal category. But powerful monks are different.
Some practice a variety of magical powers, commonly known as **** monks, magical powers; some continue to refine the body as the military, and cultivate the blood of the bones and muscles to the extreme, commonly known as the martial arts monks, swaying in the yang temper. After breaking through the immortal world, the monk is called the god, and the monk is called the immortal, representing two distinct cultivation schools.
Jin Zhikun, the master of the alchemy hall, is obviously a martial artist who specializes in refining the body. The yang in the body is a sinister demon and a sinister god. When you grab it, you almost let Ye Chuan live on the spot!
The sly voice suddenly sounded in the dark and screamed at an alarming speed.
The chase is coming so soon? Ye Chuan was shocked and Huo Ran opened his eyes.
A touch of golden light broke through the window at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. Ye Chuan fully urged the body to swallow the half of the body, and was about to incite the law to fight back. This golden light suddenly stopped. A little guy appeared in front of him, stopped on Ye Chuan's arm, patted his wings intimately against Ye Chuan, and the feeling of connecting flesh and blood floated on Ye Chuan's heart.
"Hey, is this mutated fly that refines itself? No, no, this is a...what is it?"
Ye Chuan lost his voice and screamed, and the little guy fell on his palm. After careful observation, Ye Chuan became more and more surprised.
That's right, this is indeed the little fly that he had blooded before, and then disappeared in the dragon. But compared with before, the appearance of the little guy has changed a lot, the faint shackles have turned into a wild gold plaque, and a pair of golden wings are particularly conspicuous.
Flies are flies, even if they are wild and heterogeneous, they have limited talents and no value for cultivation. However, a wild scorpion is different. In ancient times, it was an extremely powerful monster. The two-winged golden dragonfly is even more powerful than the seven-skilled cultivator. The monk is turned into a four-winged golden dragonfly. The general monks must look at the wind and escape. They become six wings, eight wings, and even the legendary twelve-winged golden dragonfly. The world is rampant and becomes a great demon.
Ye Chuan was overjoyed and knew that this time he even looked away. I don’t know if the flies in the mountains are all sorts of wild and golden, or just because there is a golden mistletoe on this fly, or what happened under the dragon.
What is the specific reason, Ye Chuan is not known for a while, but there is a very powerful and ruthless gold, which is undoubtedly an unexpected gain.
After careful observation, Ye Chuan put the golden dragonfly and the Qinglian lamp together. Unexpectedly, this golden dragonfly no longer lurks in Dantian, but instead turns into a golden light and drills into the Qinglian lamp. The lamp body has a small golden dragonfly pattern.
"Why, there is another world in the Qinglian lamp. What secrets are hidden?"
Ye Chuan’s eyes are bright, but unfortunately, his knowledge is far from strong enough to detect the secret inside the Qinglian lamp. Indulge in a moment, simply handcuffed the law into the green lotus lamp.
He has a hunch that, after incorporating enough energy, this 莲青莲灯 will give him even more surprises!
Looking up at the sky outside the window, Ye Chuan sat cross-legged on the ground to retreat.
It’s very dangerous to cast a secret sorrow tonight, but there are also unexpected gains. Not only did he understand his true enemy in the cloud, he knew the sinister situation, but also felt that the golden scent had a powerful helper.
Nantiandu has been guarding the door and meticulously carrying out the instructions of the two elders. However, for Ye Chuan who has experienced the storm and the vicissitudes of life, his refining and golden plaque is the best assistant. People's heart speculations, the past willingly respected the followers will have two hearts, the beasts associated with the flesh and blood will never betray.
In the previous life, Ye Chuan cultivated the demon sages such as the Black Emperor, the Blue Demon, and the Ghost Hand, and only covered the sky.
In this world, with the refining demon swallowing the sky and the Qinglian lamp, he wants to cultivate a more powerful and absolutely loyal helper, swallowing the sky!
Ye Chuan quietly quenches the veins with the help of dragon vein crystals and heaven and earth aura, patiently strengthens the body to nourish the soul, and time passes quickly.
After dawn, Ye Chuan opened his eyes and went outside to clean the courtyard as always. Only halfway through the sweep, there were messy footsteps and rumbling voices. When I opened the door, Jinhua sat on the stretcher from far and near, and there was really a bundle of vitex on the back. Followed by a large group of people, followed early in the morning to watch the fun.
Negative Jing please sin?
Ye Chuan smiled coldly, but he did not expect that Jinhua really came here.
The trousers were beaten in public, and they could endure the crime of being arrested. This kid is really embarrassing! I still want to play yin in the dark, and the lessons of yesterday seem to be too light!
"Master, I am guilty, I am sorry, you are a master..."
Jinhua was far away from pain and tears. He rolled to the ground and even climbed to Yechuan in front of him. He cried with Ye Chuan’s right leg. "Master, I am wrong. I should not provoke the South China to come to you." I shouldn’t be in the eyes. Master, I am guilty of Jinhua, I am sorry for the ancestral ancestral ancestors, you punish me, use these wattles to beat me again."
In the eyes of Jinhua, no one is arrogant, and it is very realistic to play the show. People around you have to believe in it. If it wasn't for the night when the night of the Yinshen night was just broken, Ye Chuan would be blinded by him. This acting, it would be a shame not to go to the troupe as a flower.
"Jinhua, brother, don't be like this, my master is also wrong. I can mean it. I shouldn't take such a heavy hand. The younger brother will get up! Seeing the younger brother like you, the brothers are not good at heart!"
Ye Chuan warmly lifted Jinhua, his eyes were tearful, and his tears and his nose were all wiped on Jinhua.
Kid, pack, continue to install, put together! I want to be old and see who is playing!
Ye Chuan is more realistic than Jinhua. You are hard, I am harder than you; if you come to Yin, I am more yin than you!
Ye Chuan decided to accompany Jinhua this guy to have a good time. It doesn't really mean to fight and kill. It’s just like tea. Jinhua is a shameless boy, but Ye Chuan likes it, just like his appetite. In the funeral valley, a trap is millions of years. He hasn’t tasted the taste of a sinister man for a long time. Jinhua’s kid just hit the door.
"Master, you beat me, beat me again, beat it!" Jinhua looked firm, and in order to paralyze Ye Chuan, it was really a fight.
Ye Chuan looked up and hesitated. "No, Jinhua, how is it? Is it wrong for my brother? I have forgiven you. Later, we will work together to carry forward the Zongmen."
"Nothing is bad, brother, you fight. Use these wattles to beat me, it shows that you really deflated, forgive me." Jinhua continued.
"Well, then I have to be respectful and desperate." Ye Chuan picked up a wattle and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
Jinhua feels a little bad, and the development of the situation seems to have deviated from the track. At this time, Ye Chuan should not be re-introduced again, moved to reconcile with himself? Or to say, Ye Chuan is a kid, is it stupid?
Snapped!
A crisp sound suddenly echoed over the Ziyun Peak.
Without waiting for Jinhua to think more, Ye Chuan took a whip and slammed it down. The gauze wrapped around the Jinhua wound suddenly cracked, and the old wound on the **** was not cured, and there was another deep blood mark.
"He...hey, is he really playing?"
Jin Huameng, wants to resist, and greeted many followers to kill Ye Chuan. I thought that my father’s instructions had to be tolerated and endured another round of whipping. Just a few whip, it hurts to tears out, this time is not loaded, painful into the bone marrow, crying and crying.
