Cultivator: Fighting God

Chapter 1157: Peng Yue’s Contribution (8)
"flood!"

The heat soared, Ye Yang's palms were full of flames, covering Ye Beichi's back with the remnants of Vulcan's true energy, he suddenly let out a low drink, and immediately the red warrior cloak behind him flew up, Ye Yang's whole temperament Everything seemed to have changed, and the tyrannical sixth-order true energy of the starry sky poured into Ye Beichi's body.

"Uh……"

Under the infusion of fanatical zhenqi, Ye Beichi felt refreshed all over his body, and he couldn't help letting out a hearty sigh. He himself also cultivates the power of fire god, which is in the same line as Ye Yang's power, so he can naturally integrate and accept Ye Yang. In this way, the extremely cold breath in the body was quickly contained.

Ye Yang's power is domineering and majestic, and with the help of Yinlong Jue's mind, his power is extremely agile. He roams around Ye Beichi's body, constantly cleaning up the stagnant Qi, blood and true Qi. The cold poison of the Longjiao Ganoderma lucidum is Ye Beichi's body had accumulated power for a long time, and Ye Yang didn't dare to be careless, for fear that his own strength would hurt Ye Beichi's body.

Traces of fine and true energy impacted the cold poison in Ye Beichi's body. Ye Yang stood there cautiously, swirling the remnants of Vulcan's true energy all over his body, and unexpectedly condensed a series of colorful rays of light, lingering around Ye Yang , Reminiscent of colorful butterflies, swaying slowly, it is a spectacle.

"Well……"

Yun Xiaoxi was a little stunned, his beautiful eyes were full of confusion, and he secretly admired the mystery of the hidden dragon tactic, and Ye Yang was such a talented person that he was able to comprehend and control the hidden dragon tactic perfectly.

Not long after, Ye Beichi's body was oozing with black sweat, and there was a faint fragrance. It was the smell of Longjiao Ganoderma lucidum. The more poisonous things, the more charming the smell.

Ye Yang's insides were consumed rapidly, and there were bead-sized beads of sweat on his chiseled face.

This long process lasted nearly an hour.

Finally, Ye Yang slowly opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

Ye Shuang hurriedly asked: "Brother, have you got rid of Dad's poison?"

"No..." Ye Yang said.

"Then you..." Ye Shuang was surprised.

"I'm hungry, ready for supper!" Ye Yang smiled.

Immediately, everyone almost vomited blood. Peng Yue'er couldn't laugh or cry, and said to Ye Shuang, "Ye Shuang, why don't you let the kitchen prepare the dinner? Ziyu is hungry, and all uncles are also tired. You should eat something, Ye Family." If there is anything delicious and delicious, let’s get some for everyone, shall we?"

Ye Shuang nodded: "Well, good patriarch!"

The servants in the kitchen got busy quickly. Within half an hour, four large tables were lined up in the hall, filled with all kinds of delicacies. With the help of the Qinglei Chamber of Commerce for all the weapons transactions in the four places, Qi and Qi, the monthly income is at least 10 taels of silver, and there is no shortage of money at all.

As soon as he smelled the aroma of food, Ye Yang immediately moved his index finger and stopped treating Ye Beichi.

"Brother, are you finished healing?" Ye Shuang asked.

"It's almost..." Ye Yang said.

"What do you mean almost..." Ye Shuang's face almost turned blue.

At this time, Ye Beichi also stood up, and let out a burst of hearty laughter: "Hahaha, Ziyu's hidden dragon art is indeed unrivaled in the world. This short effort makes me feel like I have been reborn, Shuang'er, Let Ziyu eat, he must be starving, father is fine!"

(End of this chapter)