Ungodly Evil Spirit

"Draw the ground as a prison!"

Ye Fan muttered to himself, this should be the name of this martial skill, as if it had something to do with an array of tricks.

Turning to the second page, Ye Fan saw a rune pattern in front of Ye Fan's eyes. On the blurry pattern, there were densely packed runes.

Ye Fan hastily turned a few more pages, and the same goes for the back. Although some of the patterns have been drawn on the paper very clearly, they are still incomprehensible, just like reading a heavenly book.

The moment Ye Fan saw the pattern, Ye Fan’s brows were already frowned. Throughout the ages, martial skills have been martial skills, and formations have been formations. But the book in his hand combines martial skills and formations, connecting the two leaders. If you can really practice the art of painting the ground into a prison, the power will be extraordinary.

Ye Fan is not a person who gives up easily. Thinking of this, he immediately devoted himself to this martial art.

When everyone saw this scene, they laughed and didn't say anything. This martial art was extremely extraordinary. Everyone present had already known that what they were now puzzled was how much time Ye Fan would waste on this martial art.

"It's been three days, this kid is still here, I didn't expect it to be a big money!" Looking at Ye Fan who was sitting motionless, Brother Xuan couldn't help but sneered.

Based on his merits, he can only come here for one hour a day, but Ye Fan, sitting for three days, is still wasting on these profound martial arts, and in the end it is not a basket of water.

When everyone around heard this, their faces were different, some of them ridiculed the same, and some were unbearable.

"Brother Xuan, why don't we wake him up, if the time has passed but he is unable to pay the merit points, then the guilt will be great, and it is very likely that he will be expelled from the sect!" Ye Fan was so hardworking, suddenly a little unbearable. After all, he couldn't understand that martial arts is a small matter. If he owes Tongtian Pavilion merit points, the matter will be big. The terrifying old man outside is not easy to provoke.

Seeing the Tongtian Stone whose waist was slightly discolored, Brother Xuan's expression at the moment also became a little hesitant.

This is a magical stone given by the elder when every disciple of Lingxiao entered the Tongtian Pavilion. It can be used to record time. The longer the time passes, the darker the color of the Tongtian Stone will be. Finally, this stone is used to walk out of the Tongtian Pavilion. Calculate merit points.

Brother Xuan, I was only worried about Ye Fan's noise before, and wanted to tease Ye Fan. If Ye Fan was expelled from the sect because of this, it would be too much.

Thinking of this, when Brother Xuan wanted to remind Ye Fan to pay attention to the time, Ye Fan had already heard a violent shout: "Boy, get out of me, how can you covet this martial art!"

The voice was rough and loud, and Ye Fan, who was still immersed in the comprehension, was awakened immediately. He glanced at the sky-clearing stone on his waist. Ye Fan had already guessed the time of his practice, and he was even more concerned about the magical martial art of painting the ground as a prison. Fascinated.

Although this martial art is obscure and incomprehensible, each pattern is like reading a book, but at the same time it is also fascinating. Once you practice, you will forget the time.

Forgetting time is the most terrifying thing in this Tsutenkaku.

"Who are you?" Putting down the ancient book in his hand for a while, Ye Fan's face slowly became cold, and he questioned the person in front of him.

When cultivating, one should avoid being disturbed by others, especially if you say loudly, if you are not careful, you will get confused.

"Where are you from the wild boy, you don't even know your grandfather, you really don't know much." The speaker was an arrogant young man, about twenty-four to five, although he was yelling in front of Ye Fan at this moment. But there was a haze in his eyes, and this expression could not escape Ye Fan's eyes.

"Little brother, this is Cai Bo, the disciple of the Palace of Splitting the Earth. You have been here for three days. After telling him modestly, let's go!" Brother Xuan came to Ye Fan's side at this moment, and said with a good heart. .

He had originally come to remind Ye Fan, but was inexplicably preempted by this Cai Bo.

"Apologize? Why should I apologize to him?" Ye Fan was a little amused when he heard what Brother Xuan said. At the same time, he guessed directly: "Is Cai Bo in the Palace of Splitting Earth? Look at your appearance, you know that the strength ranking is not the first or the first. two."

When Ye Fan talked about this, Cai Bo's face had a hint of arrogance. He didn't expect that the kid in front of him knew to please himself, which was not bad.

"Don't laugh so happy!" Ye Fan paused for a while, just to see Cai Bo's face, he couldn't help being more sure of his thoughts, and added: "In fact, I just missed two words, it should be added The countdown is right. Judging from the way you are now, it should be the last one!"

"Puff..." As soon as the words came out, everyone around couldn't help but laugh. Although this action would offend Cai Bo, they couldn't help it, because what Ye Fan said was so accurate, almost nothing. difference.

Seeing Cai Bo's completely blue expression, Ye Fan continued to say lightly: "The more you are inferior, the more you want to be praised by others. Seeing your triumphant appearance, you will definitely not be mixed up in the Shattered Earth Hall, so why should you be in front of us? How about loading?"

For people like Cai Bo, Ye Fan hates and hates the most, being bullied by the strong, but looking for the weak to vent his hatred. Such a person can only be a weak, because he has no heart to defeat the strong. To put it bluntly, to live is Obscure, waste of resources.

"Boy, did you say enough? Since you want to say so, then I will let you say enough!" Ye Fan said what Cai Bo's heart was about. He was naturally furious at the moment, and his facial muscles trembled violently. .

As he spoke, strange runes suddenly appeared in Cai Bo's hands, pressing towards Ye Fan on the opposite side.

In the Tongtian Pavilion, fighting is forbidden, but some small fights are still possible, as long as the ancient books and bookshelves are not damaged. If it is damaged, it can only wait for the anger of the outside elders. To put it bluntly, it is waiting for death.

"Brush!" Ye Fan didn't expect that Cai Bo would turn into anger. He started directly here, and was immediately illuminated by those runes. The whole body seemed to be filled with lead, it was difficult to lift, and the whole body was very slow.

"Haha, boy, no matter how bad I am, I won't be able to teach you a ant. This is the prison of your previous practice. How about? It tastes good! It depends on you, why do you deserve to practice such martial arts." Ye Fan’s actions were restrained, Cai Bo laughed wildly, showing his pride, and at the same time directly expressed the vicious plan in his heart: "Today I will trap you in the Tongtian Pavilion, so that your merit points will be consumed here. Finally, he was severely punished by the guardian."