Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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In the battle of Fengyuntai, Ye Chen became famous outside the door.

An internship student in Ningqijing lost a total of three main peak students in a row in January, including a person's realm, which is bound to become a long-lasting legend.

night.

Tianyang Peak.

Zhong Laodao clung to his heart fiercely, and missed a genius-like disciple, which hurt his heart!

Diyang Peak.

Ge Hong's mouth sneered, "Qingyang Laoer, compared to my Di Yangfeng, your Yangfeng has lost even more!"

People Yang Feng.

Qi Hao has woke up and growled like a mad dog, "Kill, kill, I want to kill him."

Noise!

Qingyang's real man yelled, his face was blue, and he was somber and scary. "I can't beat any condensate, I really teach you nothing."

"Master, it is Ye Chen that is too sinister." Su Xinyue said angrily.

"Don't say any more. In the next month, you'll all be on the mountain in peace, outside the door, you can stop shame on me."

Little Spirit Garden.

Ye Chen has been working in the wild for more than six hours.

In this duel, he was not injured lightly, and his body was full of scars, especially the two blood holes in his left shoulder and right chest.

However, these injuries are nothing compared to the firewhistle in the Commandment Hall.

Under the operation of the barren refining body, his wounds recovered very quickly. When he walked out of the door, he was already alive and well.

"I depend." As soon as he stepped out of the door, Ye Chen heard a howling voice.

Ye Chen found out that in addition to the tiger baby and Zhang Fengnian in the Xiaoling Garden, there was also a pile of fat, oh no, it should be an individual.

This person, needless to say, is Xiong Er.

"Is your kid a beast?" Xiong Er pounced on, inspected Ye Chen's body, and found that there were no scars, and he was stunned in shock.

"Here." Ye Chen stretched out his palm.

"Don't worry, you can't live without it." Xiong Er gave Ye Chen a white look, knowing that Ye Chen was asking him for the spiritual stone he won. This time, after all, it is not a small number, Xiong Er will not swallow it all up. Part of it is Ye Chen's contribution.

"Old rules, five or five minutes, one forty thousand." Xiong Er handed a storage bag to Ye Chen.

After receiving the storage bag, Ye Chen glanced inside, no more than exactly 40,000, and stuffed it into his arms.

This time of the showdown really made him earn a fortune, forty thousand spirits, and among the disciples of Heng Yuezong, he can definitely be on the rich list.

Aside, Xiong Er took a step forward, apparently had no intention of leaving, and whispered, "Boy, have you ever been to the Nether Black Market."

"No." Ye Chen shook her head gently.

"Would you like to go there with me?" Xiong Er frowned and looked at Ye Chen. "In a few days, the Ninth Black Market's triennial auction will begin. I heard that there will be many treasures to be auctioned."

Speaking, the uncle also took out his mace and said, "See? No, this mace was taken at the last auction of Youdu Black Market, once every three years! If you miss it, wait again Three years. "

"But why do I hear that the place is not peaceful!" Ye Chen touched his chin.

"Begging for wealth!" Xiong Er said hastily. "Besides, during the auction, assassination is forbidden. Just go and see. If you ca n’t finish it, just go away! How about it?"

Listening to Xiong Er's words, Ye Chen touched his chin again, "Go and see?"

"Okay! That's it. I'll go get some snow magnolia flowers again. I'll see you tomorrow, in the old place."

Xiong Er jumped up and patted his **** and ran out of the Little Spirit Garden.

After Xiong Er left, Ye Chen locked himself in the house again. First, he placed the Zijin gourd on the bedside to swallow up the heaven and earth, and then took out Qi Ha's storage bag.

Opening the storage bag, Rao was Ye Chen's constant force, and couldn't help whispering.

Qi Hao is not a young talent who cultivates the family. He has high hopes from the family and is cultivated by Qingyang real people. The treasures in this storage bag are not ordinary rich.

First of all, there are only 30,000 spirit stones in the storage bag.

Secondly, there are all kinds of psychic fluids in the storage bags. There are nourishing meridians, those with longevity, and those with physical fitness. They are really rich.

Furthermore, there are many spirit grasses and artifacts in the storage bag. Many of them have never been seen before. They are definitely precious. As for the artifacts, they are all of good quality, and some are even comparable to hiss. Chixiao sword.

In the end, there was only a solitary broken tortoise shell in the storage bag.

"This tortoiseshell ..."

Under the candlelight, Ye Chen carefully looked at the tortoise shell in his hand.

The surface of the tortoise shell is mottled and the size is only the size of a slap. There are a few unreadable runes visible on it. The whole body still has an indescribable feeling, like a vicissitudes of ancient atmosphere.

It was this ancient spirit that attracted Ye Chen.

Hum!

But as Ye Chen secretly pondered, the purple gold gourd on the bedside trembled.

Before Ye Chen responded, the ancient tortoise shell was sucked away from him, the purple gold gourd mouth vortex widened, and the tortoise shell was swallowed directly.

"What's your situation?" Ye Chen hurriedly grabbed Zijin Small Gourd and looked inside.

Ye Chen was surprised to find that after being swallowed by the Zijin gourd, the tortoise shell was melted by a strange force in the gourd, and finally turned into a breath.

This scene made Ye Chen startled.

Suddenly, the purple gold gourd trembled again, and the gas that the tortoise shell turned into was sprayed out by its brain, and it was poured into Ye Chen's eyes without any bias.

Wow!

Ye Chen only felt his eyes black, and his head roared.

I don't know how long it took before Ye Chen shook her head and opened her eyes.

However, his eyes became strange, if you look carefully, you can see lines of small words passing by in his eyes.

"Shadow Thousands of Magic."

"The speed is infinite, it is like a shadow, it is infinite, it is fantasy."

With Ye Chen muttering, he closed his eyes again and fell into a wonderful state.

There was silence in the room, only swaying candlelight.

I do not know when, Ye Chen stood on the ground, and took a step gently. Although this step is ordinary, there is something more in the bottom.

After stepping out, Ye Chen didn't stop.

He was like a sleepwalker, with a slow pace, walking around the house constantly, sometimes walking forward, sometimes backing inexplicably.

I don't know how long, there was a rapid flow of air under his feet, and his striding speed accelerated accordingly, and there was still an afterimage behind him.

Time slipped away inadvertently.

Ye Chen left in the room overnight.

When the dawn came, Ye Chen stepped out as the door suddenly opened, walking in the garden wantonly, sometimes like Xuanwu Tuolu, with steady steps, sometimes like a breeze, coming and going.

Every step of him has an unspeakable spirit, and the mystery of the body makes people unable to figure it out, the speed is too fast, and it makes people unable to keep up with the rhythm.

I do n’t know when Ye Chen stopped slightly, his eyes slowly opened, but his eyes flashed with ecstasy.

"The speed of Promise is like the shadow, the infinite is infinite, the fantasy is imaginary, well, a good speed and magic."