MTL - Man Huang Feng Bao-Chapter 38 Fire
The underground passages were criss-crossed, and Ye Chuan took the fat man Zhao Dazhi around and walked past the stalls.
After the small shackles, Ye Chuan found several interesting gadgets in succession. They looked up and looked carefully. They were a hairpin, a small mirror, a cloak and a few flying swords.
These things can't be said to be precious, but they all have unique features. Some are rare materials, some are extraordinarily exquisite workmanship, and some have a unique array of fascinating winds, and I don’t know which ancient tomb was dug out.
These things, Ye Chuan took it up and watched it carefully, then played it, and then let go. This is a good thing for people who know the goods, but for him, it is far from necessary.
The fat man followed, and his heart became more and more stuffy, and he groaned from time to time.
What Ye Chuan saw, he couldn't see it. In his opinion, it was a little gadget that was of little use. On the contrary, he looked at the treasures, regardless of the dazzling flying sword or the simple and heavy armor, Ye Chuan did not look at it. Several times, he wanted to buy the next sword and sent it, but Ye Chuan smiled.
Do not know how to understand!
Who said that the master brother opened up? Compared with the past, there is progress, but the seven open six gongs, nowhere!
Looking at Ye Chuan, who walked around and walked around, the fat man Zhao Dazhi shook his head frequently. However, this is also good, you can save a lot of money.
After turning another corner, Ye Chuan suddenly stopped.
In front, it is a dark cave. The cold winds of other grottoes are bursting, but here is hot, and a lot of heat is coming from far away. It seems that there are a lot of burning firewood in the grotto. Outside the grottoes, there is also a large group of people vying for red ears, and I don’t know what kind of treasures are sold inside.
Ye Chuan walked over and urged the swallowing of the body, slowly squeezing in. It is better to say that it is squeezing. When the body is close, between the feet, an invisible force pushes people out. Many people look stunned and don't know how they are squeezed out. Even when Ye Chuan went to the front, he still didn't know that he had walked by, and continued to squeezing his head forward.
Blow the fire!
This is another method that Ye Chuan once mastered. The name is very earthy and the power is not small. When you are close to the people in the melee, the opponents are often caught off guard, and they can easily remove the opponent's arm and receive the miraculous effect. It is said that this method was originally created by the old man who burned the boiler all the year round, so the name will be so earthy. How come it is, even Ye Chuan does not know.
Before going to the stalls, Ye Chuan stopped to hide the breath of the swallows and calm the fluctuations in the body. It seems that the cultivation is unusual, not as good as many practitioners who are pushed to the side by him.
Unlike other grottoes, it sells spar here. There are not many, only seven or eight, but the crystal-transparent body contains amazing power fluctuations, and it is a rare top quality spar. It is no wonder that it attracts so many people.
In the wild world, people's cultivation is often inseparable from two things, medicinal herbs and spar.
Herbs can be planted and refined into medicinal herbs. The spar is made with one piece. After a long period of time, there are fewer and fewer spar mines in the wild world, and most of them are controlled in the hands of the big gates, not to mention the top quality spar. In the market, the number is small, not to mention, but also the lower quality spar. Therefore, a few pieces of top quality spar appeared, and immediately attracted a large number of practitioners.
"Three thousand silver two, I have all these spar, no one can grab me!"
"Jokes, three thousand silver can not buy two pieces, I am out eight thousand!"
......
People shouted and forced forward, but no one dared to cross the white line before the stall.
Ye Chuan secretly singularly, a glimpse of the spar on the ground, and then his eyes fell on the stall owner sitting cross-legged in the grotto.
This is an old man, wearing a gray robes, holding his head down and motionless, perhaps tired, perhaps in the thousands of miles, and turned a blind eye to people's struggles. The beard is very long and drags to the chest, but what is weird is that it is not a common black or white, but a rare fire red. A burst of heat waves came from the grotto, making people uncomfortable.
Ye Chuan carefully sensed that the heat wave was not from the underground, but it was from the old man sitting on the ground. The latter's body seems to be a burning torch. The heat wave is getting more and more fierce. As the tide of the sea is higher than a wave, the body seems to have a red-hot magma to be sprayed!
Great!
This is... the body of Yanyang!
Ye Chuan’s heart was shocked and finally realized why many practitioners who were like wolves were afraid to cross the white line.
The body of Yanyang is a classification of the body of the sun, and it is even rarer. After cultivation, it is even more powerful. Different from the general practitioners, from the beginning, refining all kinds of natural fire income, using the hot flame to quench the bones, expelling the body's yin and cold pursuit of pure yang. This method, the speed of cultivation is amazing, but it is also very dangerous. If you accidentally, you will spontaneously burn into a ghost!
As a once-in-a-lifetime sage, Ye Chuan naturally understands the power of the sun. At that time, one of his powerful subordinates, the King of Fire, was the master of the cultivation of the body of Yanyang.
Two sharp eyes, suddenly staring at Ye Chuan.
The old man who had been silent for a long time, suddenly raised his head and glanced at Ye Chuan. At the time, Ye Chuan seemed to be in the fire, and the skin under his body was stinging. The eyes of the old man turned out to be flaming red, and they looked very embarrassing and terrible. For a moment, the people who yelled and yelled at me for robbing all calmed down, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out.
"Predecessors, it is me, Zhao Fatzi, this is my brother. Please also have a large number of seniors, do not care with the small."
The fat man reacted, took a step back with Ye Chuan, carefully accompanied the smiling face, and whispered in Ye Chuan’s ear: "Master, you can’t always stare at others in the ghost market, you forgot? This predecessor is me. The truth about the hidden world, the flaming demon, and the tweeting bird that you said is what he found out."
It's him?
Ye Chuan's eyes are bright, such a character, it is no wonder that dare to sneak into the Xuan Ding door alone to find out the truth, not afraid of the old guy!
Ye Chuan slowly retreated, but was about to get out of the crowd, his eyes suddenly settled, looking at an item placed on the stall. A pair of eyes, slowly a touch of light. The fat man slammed hard and found that Ye Chuan was nailed to the ground and did not move!
