Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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After turning around, seeing that there was nothing to buy, Ye Chen left the noisy street.

As soon as he entered the inn, Xiong Er rushed up and grabbed Ye Chen, yelling, "Yah, I thought you were assassinated?"

"You have said that during the auction, private fighting is prohibited, no matter how brave Wu Changqing is, he dare not find me here." Ye Chen said, not forgetting to take out a storage bag from his arms and stuff it After Xiong Er's hand, "Now, your spirit stone, 300,000, no more, no less."

After receiving the storage bag, Xiong Er glanced inside, and then a pair of small eyes looked at Ye Chen in surprise, "You still have spirit stones."

"Pick it!"

"Pick ... pick?" Xiong Er chased behind Ye Chen's buttocks, like a follower. "Where to pick, I'll pick a basket."

"Tian Xuan Men." A random answer, Ye Chen stretched his waist and walked to his room while waving his hand. "Too tired today, rest early."

Xiong Er wanted to say something, but Ye Chen had closed the door.

"Tian Xuanmen picked it up, it's strange to believe yours." Xiong Er muttered, holding a heavy storage bag, and he smiled again.

Back in the room, Ye Chen closed the door tightly and took out the Zijin gourd.

He still remembered that he drank the fluid from the little gourd last night, only to feel his body burn like a fire, and the pain that his head was about to explode, still makes him feel awkward.

"The body seemed to be burning, and my head was about to burst, which even made my practice break through to the eighth weight of condensed gas. There must be something wrong with this spiritual fluid." Moaning quietly, Ye Chen poured a drop of spiritual fluid from the small gourd.

The spiritual fluid is purple, glowing with halo, and crystal clear. This is a fusion of jade spiritual fluid and aura fluid. The medicinal fragrance is rich and tangy. When you smell it, you will feel relaxed and happy.

"No problem." Ye Chen touched his chin after staring for a while. "Nothing like usual."

Then, he swallowed the drop of spirit into his mouth.

As usual, this spiritual fluid entered the body and turned into a strong essence, integrated into his body, and there was no sense of heat last night.

"Strange." Ye Chen couldn't help but scratch his head.

Next, he swallowed a few drops of spirits one after another. His body still did not have the weird pain like last night, but he felt warm all over.

"It's weird." He muttered again, Ye Chen withdrew his thoughts, and then took out the black iron rods that he took at the auction today.

"It took you half a million spirit stones to photograph you, so don't let me down." While talking, Ye Chen pushed the iron rod along the mouth of the purple gold gourd.

Hum!

As soon as the iron rod was stuffed in, the Zijin gourd buzzed.

Seeing this, Ye Chen's eyes brightened, rubbing his hands and staring at the purple gold gourd, hoping that the purple gold gourd could find the mystery on the iron rod.

However, since the Zijin gourd trembled, it had no text and stood quietly on the table, except for the purple gas that overflowed from time to time.

"It's gone?" With a look of surprise, Ye Chen picked up the Zijin small gourd, shook it subconsciously, and then looked towards the inside along the gourd mouth.

He found that the iron rod was in the purple gold gourd, and there was no abnormal shape, and it was suspended there quietly, as if the purple gas flowing around it had nothing to do with it.

I do n’t know how long before, Ye Chen was so anxious that he put the purple gold gourd back to its original place, “You sigh, half a million spirit stones, and bought your iron rod that ca n’t fall through.

Hum!

The Zijin gourd seemed to be spiritual. When he heard Ye Chen's abdomen, it trembled again, as if to say, "Benima stuffed everything into my stomach."

Huh!

Then, Zijin small gourd spit out the black iron rod, and hit the ground with a bang.

"Not bad temper." Leaving his mouth shut, Ye Chen stopped paying attention to the small gourd, but picked up the black iron rod.

Observing the iron rod at such a close range, he found that the iron rod was clearly an iron whip, black and covered with rust, but also puddles. It was hardly surprising.

"It can arouse the attention of real fire. I don't believe you are an ordinary iron whip." Secretly in his heart, Ye Chen still didn't give up, and then offered the real fire and wrapped the black iron whip.

The golden flames were burning, causing the temperature in the room to rise instantly.

Under the calcination of the real fire, the black iron whip still had no change. It ignored the calcination of the real fire so that Ye Chen frowned.

"Come again." With a deep moan, Ye Chen increased the real fire calcination.

However, the black iron whip still has no abnormalities.

Three hours later, Ye Chen breathed breathlessly.

The calcination of the real fire at three hours failed to melt the iron whip, leaving him exhausted.

"I really don't believe it." With a curse in his mouth, Ye Chenxuan took out the Chixiao sword, then poured his whole body into it, fiercely slashing towards the iron whip.

lb!

The sound of the metal collision was extremely crisp, and Chi Xiaojian was stunned out on the spot. Even Ye Chen was stunned and kicked back. The entire arm was numb and there was no sense of it.

"Not ordinary hard!"

Picking up the Chixiao sword, Ye Chen saw a small gap in the sword. On the other hand, the iron whip was still firmly inserted into the ground by Taishan. The sharp Chixiao sword failed to leave a trace on it.

"What the **** did this make." After receiving the Chixiao sword, Ye Chen looked up and down the iron whip.

Ignoring the true fire calcination, even Chixiao cannot shake half a minute. He can imagine how extraordinary the material used to make this iron whip is, but it has made him more balanced. He bought a handful of hard stones Iron whip is not as worthless as imagined.

"It's good to smash people." After touching his chin, Ye Chen turned his hand and closed the iron whip.

Soon, he removed black iron and black steel from the storage bag.

These two pieces of spiritual metal are placed in front of the eyes, forming a stark contrast. Black iron is black and black, and black steel is bright and flexible. These two materials are combined to make a good choice for weapons.

Sacrifice the real fire, take out the red Xiao sword again, Ye Chen wrapped the three with real fire, calcined the essence of the black iron and black steel, and refined it into the red Xiao sword.

It's a long process.

It wasn't until dawn that he caught the real sweat.

Huh!

Huh!

The room was full of howls of swords.

At this moment, the Chixiao sword became more and more extraordinary, and it was still red. There was no need to instill the vitality, but there was a lingering qi of the sword, and sometimes a swordman appeared.

"It's nice." Ye Chen held the Chixiao sword in love, and Ye Chen was very happy. The main thing was that he created the sword.