Fighting the Martial Universe

　　 Ba Ye’s pig nose is very big. When he was speaking, a blast of air blasted out, directly blowing Zhang Mofan’s hair into a mess.

　　 When Zhang Mofan said this, the Eighth Master became angry again, looked at Zhang Mofan angrily, and said, "Baby, I really want to teach you a lesson if I hadn't been beaten back to my original form."

"Since you don’t know who the Eighth Lord I am, then I won’t sell the Eighth Lord anymore. I am the only monster among the Eight Great Sages of Antiquity who became holy with a demon. I was beaten back to the prototype, and my strength was lost."

　　 Hearing this, Zhang Mofan was secretly surprised. He hadn't heard of the Slaughter Demon Sage, but the eight sages of ancient times still existed in the memory of Qinghuo Sage.

　　 The ancient times of Zhou Yuanjie can be traced back to one hundred thousand years ago.

　　Unexpectedly, the little pig in front of him is actually the most sacred strongman of the ancient times, and it has survived to the present.

　　 "You have lost all your strength, how can you appear here?"

　　 Zhang Mofan asked curiously.

　　 "You Baye, I was beaten back to a round shape. I don't know how long I was in a coma. Then I spent a few years with Yinyu Zhisheng. Who knew that a coup took place, and Yinyu Zhisheng was killed."

　　 Ba Ye said here, he also sighed, and said, "Boy, would you like to take Ba Ye away?"

　　 "Is there any benefit in taking you away?"

　　 Zhang Mofan couldn't help asking.

　　 "Eight Master, I am the slaying demon saint, the most holy among the monsters, and the Eighth Master, I can guide you on the cultivation of soul fighting."

　　 Ba Ye said proudly.

　　 He knows that many warriors now focus on the cultivation of martial arts, but they don't really practice fighting spirit.

　　 Once, the fighting spirit that was enough to scorn everything, now it has only become the existence of auxiliary combat.

　　 "The practice of fighting spirit? There are also ways to practice fighting spirit?"

　　 Zhang Mofan was very curious.

　　 "In the ancient times, the ratio of fighting spirit and martial art in strength was five to five. Today, it is probably two to eight."

The Eighth Master said: "The Eighth Lord, I have followed this silver feather sage. His strength is good and his level of fighting spirit is not weak. However, the power of fighting spirit is too weak. At the same level, he is definitely not the opponent of the strong in ancient times. He has cultivated the fighting spirit and is absolutely impossible to be beheaded."

　　 "Since you are so good, why don't you run away by yourself?"

　　 Zhang Mofan continued to ask.

　　 This little pig, who claims to be the Eighth Master, doesn't seem to be a coaxing person. Judging from his words and deeds, he should be a powerful one.

　　 "Ba Ye, I am now beaten back to my original form. I was just preparing to practice. I was hiding next to the Silver Feather Supreme. I was affected and suffered another serious injury. Now, I dare not walk out of this canyon."

　　 Ba Ye shook his head, feeling that his fate was very rough, and his dignified generation of demon saints actually ended up like this.

　　 "The miasma surrounding this Demon Valley is indeed powerful. Even a warrior in the True Qi state may not dare to go deep here. Since you want to follow me, I have a condition."

　　 Zhang Mofan said lightly.

　　 "What conditions?"

　　 Ba Ye moved in his heart and couldn't help asking.

　　 "You must be my beast!"

　　 Zhang Mofan said directly.

"what?"

　　 The Eighth Master was furious and glared at Zhang Mofan. It was a great shame to think that he would slaughter the demon saint so much that he wanted to become a human spirit beast.

　　 "I said, don't point your nose at me, my hair is messed up by you again."

Zhang Mofan straightened his hair and said, "However, if you disagree, it's fine. I don't think anyone will come here for more than a decade or a century. Moreover, even if it does, you may be roasted and eaten. "

"I............."

　　 Ba Ye just wanted to yell at him, but found that he didn’t seem to be taking advantage, and said, “Okay, Ba Ye, I will become your beast, but, first, Ba Ye, I won’t obey any of your orders.”

　　 Even though the Eighth Master said that, he had his own plan in his heart. As long as he used this kid to cultivate his own strength first, it would not be impossible to forcefully terminate the contract.

　　 Next, they began to sign the master and servant contract. Zhang Mofan dropped a drop of blood directly into the eyebrows of the eighth master, and completed the master and servant contract of a spirit beast.

　　 From now on, this former slaughter demon saint is Zhang Mofan's spirit beast, and he must not disobey Zhang Mofan's meaning.

"Now that you have become my spirit beast, I have three requirements for you. First, in front of me in the future, you can only call yourself me, and I call you Xiaoba. Second, you must walk on all fours before people. , And third, don’t point your nose at me."

　　 Zhang Mofan stated three conditions one after another. It can be said that each of these conditions broke Ba Ye's bottom line.

　　In the ancient times, those strong, which one saw him, don't call him Baye?

　　 He slaughtered the demon saint dignified and let him walk on four feet?

　　 As for his nose, which junior didn't want to take his breath?

　　 However, in order to be able to leave, he also gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, I promise you."

　　 "What about this silver feather holy?"

　　 Zhang Mofan looked at the silver-armored man on the side and asked instead.

　　 "Hey, I have been with him for a few years, so I should bury him, otherwise, in a few years, he will definitely become a corpse beast."

　　 The Eighth Master sighed, feeling a pity for the silver feather sage, such a strong person, if it did not protect the prince, it would not be possible to fall.

　　 Now, after sixteen years, I don’t know whether the prince is dead or alive~www.ltnovel.com~Good! "

　　 Zhang Mofan took out the sand and slashed on the ground a few times to dig a big hole.

　　 Putting the Holy Sage of Silver Feather into the pit, he buried it with mud and spread some weeds so that nothing could be seen.

　　 "Boy, you are not bad, and you are only in the fourth stage of the Big Valley, and you can actually enter here, what do you rely on?"

　　 Ba Ye asked.

　　 "The body of true Gang!"

　　 Zhang Mofan slowly said: "I use the qi of those true gangsters to refine the body of the real gangster, and those miasma can't help me."

　　 "You can actually know the way to refine qi, it seems I underestimated you."

　　 Eighth Master's nose is up to the sky, and he dare not point at Zhang Mofan.

　　 "Let's go, you follow me, I will make the way for you."

　　 Now, it doesn't make much sense to continue to stay in Sealed Demon Valley.

　　 Zhang Mofan took Ba Ye directly out of the Sealed Demon Valley.

　　 "Hahahaha, Baye, I am finally out!"

　　 The Eighth Master laughed a few times, with Dou's big eyes, staring at Zhang Mofan, a fierce light flashed, and said: "Boy, just because you want to be the master of your Eighth Master? I can kill you now."

　　 He rushed over directly, blasted out with a punch, extremely fast, and the general strong in the bigu state may not be able to react.

　　 However, Zhang Mofan struck out with a punch, and slammed the eighth master's pig nose horizontally, and the eighth master cocked his nose, wailed, and flew out.

　　 The Eighth Master hit a big tree at the entrance of Fengmo Valley, and then slid down like a dead pig.

　　 "Slaying the demon saint, that's all!"

　　 Zhang Mofan patted his palms, shook his head, and took the pig as a spirit beast. He really didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse.