Chapter 42 - Speed Shadow 0 Illusion
In the battle of Fengyuntai, Ye Chen was completely famous.
An intern disciple in the Qi Condensation Realm, who lost the three main peak disciples in a row in one month, including a person in the Primordial Realm, is destined to become a long-lasting legend.噺⒏⑴The fastest full text of 祌文んττρs:/м.χ8㈠zщ.còм/
night.
Tianyang Peak.
Zhong Laodao clutched his heart fiercely, missing a genius disciple, that one hurts in his heart!
Diyang Peak.
Ge Hong sneered, "Older Qingyang, compared to my Diyang Peak, your Yangfeng has suffered even worse defeat!"
Renyang Peak.
Qi Hao had woken up, roaring like a mad dog, "Kill, kill, I'm going to kill him."
Noisy!
Qingyang Zhenren scolded, his face was ashen, gloomy and scary, "I can't beat a condensed Qi realm, I really taught you in vain."
"Master, that Ye Chen is too sinister." Su Xinyue on the side said angrily.
"Don't say it anymore. For the next month, you will all stay on the mountain peacefully for me. Outer Sect Dabi, don't embarrass me any more."
Small Lingyuan.
It has been more than six hours that Ye Chen has been running the wild body refining.
In this duel, he was seriously injured, with many scars all over his body, especially the two blood holes on his left shoulder and right chest.
However, these injuries were nothing compared to the fiery whip he received in the Discipline Hall.
Under the operation of the Savage Body Refinement, his scars recovered very quickly, and by the time he walked out of the room, he was already alive and well.
"Damn it." As soon as he walked out of the door, Ye Chen heard a wolf howling.
It was only then that Ye Chen discovered that in addition to Huwa and Zhang Fengnian, there was a lump of fat in the Xiaoling Garden, oh no, it should be a person.
This person, needless to say, is Xiong Er.
"Is your kid a beast?" Xiong Er rushed up, checked Ye Chen's body, and found that there was no scar at all, and he was stunned for a moment.
"Bring it." Ye Chen stretched out his palm.
"Don't worry, you can't be missed." Xiong Er gave Ye Chen a white look, knowing that Ye Chen was asking him for the spiritual stone he won from the bet. After all, this time is not a small amount. Part of it is Ye Chen's contribution.
"Old rule, five or five points, forty thousand per person." Xiong Er handed a storage bag to Ye Chen.
After taking the storage bag, Ye Chen glanced at it, and it was exactly 40,000, and he stuffed it into his arms.
This time, the duel between the wind and the cloud has indeed made him a fortune. Forty thousand spirit stones, among the outer disciples of the Hengyue Sect, can definitely be on the rich list.
On the side, Xiong Er took a step forward, obviously not intending to go, and asked in a low voice, "Boy, have you ever been to the Nether Black Market?"
"No." Ye Chen shook his head gently.
"Would you like to go there with me?" Xiong Er winked at Ye Chen, "In a few days, the triennial auction of the Nether Black Market will start. I heard that there will be many treasures to be auctioned."
After speaking, this fellow also took out his mace and said, "See, this mace was taken at an auction on the Youdu black market, once every three years! If you miss it, you will have to wait again. Three years."
"But how come I heard that the place is not very peaceful!" Ye Chen touched his chin.
"Wealth and wealth are in danger!" Xiong Er said hurriedly,
"Besides, during the auction, fighting is forbidden, just go and see. If you can't finish it, just leave! How is it? Go or not."
Hearing what Xiong Er said, Marven Ye touched his chin again, "Then go take a look?"
"Okay! That's it. I'll go get some snow magnolia flowers. Tomorrow Houshan, the old place, see you."
Xiong Er jumped up, then patted his butt and ran out of the small spiritual garden.
After Xiong Er left, Ye Chen locked himself in the room again. First, he put the small Zijin gourd on the bedside to absorb the spiritual energy of the world, and then took out Qi Hao's storage bag.
When he opened the storage bag, it was Ye Chen's concentration that he couldn't help but sigh.
Qi Hao is a young talent from an aristocratic cultivating family. He has high expectations from the family and is focused on training by Qingyang Zhenren. The treasures in this storage bag are not ordinary. starter
First of all, there are as many as 30,000 spirit stones in the storage bag alone.
Secondly, the spiritual liquid in the storage bag is also various, there are those that nourish the meridians, those that prolong life, and those that strengthen the body. They are really rich.
Furthermore, there are many spiritual herbs and spiritual tools in the storage bag, many of which he has never seen before, and they are definitely precious. As for the spiritual tools, they are all of the best quality. Scarlet Heaven Sword.
In the end, all that was left in the storage bag was a solitary cracked tortoise shell.
"This tortoise shell..."
Under the candlelight, Ye Chen held the tortoise shell in his hand and looked carefully.
The surface of the tortoise shell is mottled, and it is only the size of a slap. A few runes can be vaguely seen on it.
It was this ancient aura that attracted Ye Chen.
hum!
But just as Ye Chen was thinking about it, the little purple gourd weng on the bedside trembled.
Before Ye Chen could react, the ancient tortoise shell was sucked out of his hands, and the mouth of the Zijin gourd opened wide, swallowing the tortoise shell directly.
"What's your situation?" Ye Chen hurriedly grabbed the Zijin Little Gourd and looked inside.
Ye Chen was surprised to find that after the tortoise shell was swallowed by the small purple gold gourd, it was melted by a strange force in the small gourd, and finally turned into a gas.
This scene shocked Ye Chen.
When he was stunned, the small purple gold gourd trembled again, and the aura that the tortoise shell had transformed into was sprayed out by it, and poured into Ye Chen's eyes impartially.
Wow!
Ye Chen only felt his eyes darken, and his head roared for a while.
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Chen shook his head and opened his eyes.
It's just that his eyes became very strange. If you look carefully, you can see lines of small words passing through his eyes.
"Quick Shadow Thousand Illusions."
"The speed is infinite, it follows the shape like a shadow, the thousand is no only, and the heart is like an illusion."
As Ye Chen murmured, he closed his eyes again and fell into a wonderful state.
The room fell silent, only the flickering candlelight.
I don't know when, Ye Chen seemed to be standing on the ground, and took a gentle step. Although this step was ordinary, it was a little bit more.
After taking a step, Ye Chen didn't stop.
He was like a sleepwalker, walking slowly, spinning in circles in the room, sometimes walking forward, and sometimes retreating inexplicably.
I don't know how long it took, there was a rapid flow of air under his feet, and his step speed also accelerated, and there was an afterimage behind him.
Time slips away inadvertently.
In the room, as soon as Ye Chen left, it was a night.
When dawn came, as the door suddenly opened, Ye Chen walked out one step at a time, and walked recklessly in the garden, sometimes like a Xuanwu expanding the road, with steady steps, sometimes like a gust of breeze, coming and going without a trace.
Every step of his contains an indescribable energy, his movement is so mysterious that people can't figure it out, and his speed is so fast that people can't keep up with the rhythm.
I don't know when, Ye Chen stopped slightly, and his eyes slowly opened, but there was a light of ecstasy in his eyes.
"The speed is infinite, it follows the shape like a shadow, there are thousands of nothing, and it is like an illusion according to the heart. Well, it's a speedy image and a thousand illusions."