After the battle of Fengyuntai, Ye Chen was completely famous.

An intern disciple in the Qi Condensation Realm, defeating the three main peak disciples in a row in one month, including a Human Yuan Realm, which is destined to become a long-lasting legend.

night.

Tianyang Peak.

Old Dao Zhong covered his heart hard and missed a genius disciple, his heart hurt that!

Diyang Peak.

Ge Hong sneered, "Old man Qingyang, compared to my Yangfeng, you are defeated even worse than Yangfeng!"

Renyang Peak.

Qi Hao had woken up and kept roaring like a mad dog, "Kill, kill, I'm going to kill him."

Noisy!

The real person Qingyang scolded, his face turned ashen and was so gloomy, "I can't beat a Qi Condensation Realm, I'm really in vain to teach you."

"Master, it's Ye Chen too sinister." Su Xinyue, who was beside her, said angrily.

"Don't say anything more. In the next month, you will stay peacefully on the mountain. The outer gate competition is a big match. Don't embarrass me anymore."

Xiaoling Garden.

Ye Chen has been in the wilderness and refining body for more than six hours.

During this matchup, he was seriously injured and had many scars on his body, especially the two blood holes on his left shoulder and right chest.

However, compared to the torture of the fire whip received in the precepts hall, these injuries are nothing.

With the operation of the wild body refining, his scars recovered very quickly. By the time he walked out of the room, he was already full of energy.

"Damn." As soon as Ye Chen walked out of the room, he heard a wolf howling.

Ye Chen then realized that in the Xiaoling Garden, besides Huwa and Zhang Fengnian, there was also a piece of fat meat. Oh no, it should be an individual.

Needless to say, this person is Xiong Er.

"Are you a beast?" Xiong Er pounced on him, checked Ye Chen's body, and found that there were no scars. He was shocked.

"Take it." Ye Chen stretched out his palm.

"Don't worry, you are indispensable." Xiong Er gave Ye Chen a blank look, knowing that Ye Chen was asking him for the spirit stones he won by Fengyunwai bet. After all, this time it was not a small amount, so Xiong Er naturally would not swallow them all, after all, most of them were Ye Chen doing their best.

"The old rule is 50,000 yuan per person," Xiong Er handed a storage bag to Ye Chen.

After taking the storage bag, Ye Chen glanced at it and it was about 40,000 yuan, and then stuffed it into his arms.

This duel really made him make a big profit, forty thousand spirit stones, which can definitely be on the list of rich people among the outer disciples of Hengyue Sect.

On the side, Xiong Er leaned forward, obviously not going to leave yet, and asked in a low voice, "Boy, have you ever been to the Netherworld Black Market?"

"No." Ye Chen shook his head gently.

"Would you like to go there with me?" Xiong Er looked at Ye Chen with a frown, "In a few days, the three-year auction of the Netherworld Black Market will begin. I heard that there will be many treasures to be auctioned."

As he said that, the guy picked up his mace and said, "See, this mace was auctioned at the last auction in Youdu Black Market, once every three years! If you miss it, you have to wait for another three years."

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

"We are in danger of wealth and honor!" Xiong Er said hurriedly, "Besides, fighting is prohibited during the auction, just go and see it. If you really can't watch it, just leave! How about it? Do you want to go."

After hearing Xiong Er say this, Ye Chen touched his chin again, "Then go and have a look?"

"Okay! That's all, I'll make some more snow magnolias. I'll see you tomorrow, the old place."

Xiong Er jumped up, then patted his butt and ran out of Xiaolingyuan.

After Xiong Er left, Ye Chen locked himself in the room again. He first placed the purple gold gourd at the head of the bed to swallow the spiritual energy of heaven and earth by himself, and then took out Qi Hao's storage bag.

When he opened the storage bag, even Ye Chen's concentration could not help but sigh.

Qi Hao is a young talent from a cultivation family. He is highly expected by his family and is focused on being trained by Qingyang Zhenren. The treasures in this storage bag are not ordinary rich.

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

Secondly, the spiritual liquid in the storage bag is also of various types, including nourishing meridians, prolonging life, and strengthening the body. It is really rich.

In addition, there are many spiritual herbs and spiritual weapons in the storage bag, many of which he has never seen before. They are definitely a precious line. As for spiritual weapons, they are all excellent products, and there are a few that can even compare to his Chixiao Sword.

Finally, only a lonely cracked tortoise shell was left in the storage bag.

"This tortoise shell..."

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

The surface of the tortoise shell is mottled, only as big as a palm. You can vaguely see a few runes that you can't understand on it. There is an indescribable feeling throughout the body, like a vicissitudes of ancient aura.

It was this ancient aura that attracted Ye Chen.

Buzz!

But just as Ye Chen was thinking about it secretly, the little purple gold gourd man on his bed trembled.

Before Ye Chen could react, the ancient tortoise shell was sucked away from his hands, and the purple gold gourd's mouth vortex opened wide and he swallowed the tortoise shell directly.

"What's going on?" Ye Chen hurriedly grabbed the little purple gold gourd and looked inside.

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

This scene surprised Ye Chen.

When he was stunned, the little purple gold gourd trembled again, and the aura that the tortoise shell turned into was sprayed out by it, and it poured into Ye Chen's eyes impartially.

Wow!

Ye Chen only felt his eyes turn black and his head roar.

It took a long time before Ye Chen shook his head and opened his eyes.

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

"Speed ​​Shadow Qianhuan."

"The speed is like a shadow, the thousands are like a heart, and the heart is like a illusion."

As Ye Chen murmured, he closed his eyes again and fell into a wonderful state.

The room was silent, with only the swaying candlelight.

At some point, Ye Chen stood on the ground and took a step gently. Although this step was ordinary, there was something more in the dark.

After stepping out, Ye Chen did not stop.

He was sleepwalking, his pace was slow, and he kept spinning around the house, sometimes moving forward and sometimes backward for no reason.

I don't know how long it took, an airflow was moving rapidly under his feet, and his pace also accelerated, and a afterimage appeared behind him.

Time slipped away inadvertently.

In the room, Ye Chen walked for a night.

When dawn came, as the door suddenly opened, Ye Chen walked out in one step and walked freely in the garden, sometimes like a Xuanwu diving road, with steady steps, sometimes like a breeze, without traces coming and going.

Every step of his step contains an indescribable aura, and his mysterious body skills are unpredictable. His speed is so fast that it cannot keep up with the rhythm.

At some point, Ye Chen stopped slightly, his eyes slowly opened, but there was a light of ecstasy in his eyes.
Chapter completed!