Man Huang Feng Bao

One thing, Ye Chuan really did not talk about it casually. To help the sorcerer through this disaster, it is far from pointing a few words. It is so simple to teach a martial art.

Initial treatment, after using silver needles to stop the injury, Ye Chuan took the inflammation to the study. According to local conditions, I thought of a way.

Recently, the clean and quiet Ziyun hospital has been restored. A group of mutant flies suddenly emerged. The moths rushed to the flaming body to **** the hot yang and blood in his body. It is a pity that he just took a sip on the flaming demon and immediately fell to the ground and died. Beside the Yanmo, a layer of flies were quickly piled up.

The fire of the yang is erupted from the body, as the sudden explosion of the mountain torrent is unstoppable, the blockage is unstoppable, and it can only be dredged.

If in the heyday, Ye Chuan has a lot of ways to help the inflammation, but now this body is limited to repair, can only be ingenuity. These mutant flies are blood-sucking, and the herbs in the Zongmen are everywhere, but they are also effective.

Under the drive of King Kim, the mutated flies were used in groups and then fell in a circle. This situation lasted for a whole day and night.

In this day and night, Ye Chuan did not idle, but sitting cross-legged behind the fire, urging the swallows to pour the spirit of his hard work into the body of the evil, to help him treat the damaged veins. At the same time, pass on to the unique magical method of the demon, personally tell him how to practice, how to resolve the uncontrolled fire of the sun.

Early the next morning, the demon moved gently and woke up from the retreat. One day and one night, the flame that shrouded the body finally dissipated, and the cracked face also had a little moisturizing and luster, and the catastrophe that had been plagued for many years finally passed.

Take a closer look at the changes in the body, the inflammation is excited, there is a feeling of reincarnation. Ye Chuan, who is sitting cross-legged with his side, is a look of awkwardness. The strength of the body is fluctuating much worse than before. In order to help the inflammation, he is seriously injured. Inspired by the excitement of the fire, slowly opened his eyes.

"Thank you for the help of the son, in the future, the sorcerer will follow suit, if there is betrayal, willing to suffer from the thunder of the heavens and the earth!" The sorcerer smashed down, this time, sincerely respectful.

The cultivator is the most important, only to glance at it, and the sorcerer understands how much Ye Chuan has paid for himself. People are not grass, even if he is a big devil, can not help but be moved.

"Get up, your catastrophe has not completely passed, you still need to stay for a long time, and practice well in the mountains. Without my instructions, don't go down the mountain easily." Ye Chuan told him to slowly close his eyes and rehabilitate.

The sorcerer’s interest is a slap in the air, and a burst of flames suddenly appears in the air, burning the body of the flies that have accumulated on the ground. After cleaning, close the door and retreat, put on a cloth, with a large bucket, pick up a medicine and patrol the mountain. Changed from a big devil who was scared in the underground ghost city, turned into a loyal drug slave.

"Yes, this devil is really a plastic talent."

In the study, Ye Chuan nodded.

He sat cross-legged in the study room, his body motionless, but the soul of the soul sensed every move of the fire. Seeing the genius of the rules and regulations to stay as a drug slave, finally let go of his heart. After more than one hour of retreat, the fat man Zhao Dazhi quietly left the Yunzong, and went to the underground ghost market again.

The seeds of Qingyang fruit, which were inadvertently obtained in the underground ghost market, benefited Ye Chuan. This time, in order to help the inflammation, he lost a lot of energy, ready to go to the ghost market to try his luck, to see if you can find more Qingyang fruit seeds.

When I arrived at Qingyunfeng, the fat man Zhao Dazhi wanted to stop and talk. It seems that there is something to say and he didn’t say it. He looked at Ziyun’s hospital in the inside and outside, and finally couldn’t help it when he went down. “Master, inflammation. Devil's predecessor? Go away?"

Yesterday, when Ye Chuan helped the sorcerer to heal, the fat man went down the mountain and went back to the static repair and pressure, not knowing the situation later.

"Well? How is it possible? Now, I can't keep going, staying with the master brother to be a drug slave, this opportunity is not for everyone." Ye Chuan smiled, and said nothing, halfway up the mountain, free to reach out "Oh, over there, isn't there?"

The fat man looked in the direction of Ye Chuan's fingers, stunned and saw an incredible scene.

An old man with a big fight on his head, working in the mountains against the scorching sun, wielding herbs and weeding. Wearing a rough cloth, although wearing a big fight, it is sweaty, covered with dust, full of an old farmer.

"That is..., the fire?"

The fat man Zhao Dazhi blinked his eyes and his heart was unprecedentedly shocked. Although unbelievable, the old farmer's tall figure and the iconic purple-red beard made him understand that he did not read the wrong person.

Originally, he thought that Ye Chuan and the fire devil were just talking about it. Who can think of the evil spirits in the underground ghost market, and really stayed to be a drug slave. When the news spread, who can believe?

With the generations and cultivation of the sorcerer, whether joining Yunwu Zong, Xuan Dingmen or Wuyimen, at least it is a guest elder, and is welcomed by the three major sects. Now, it is too unbelievable to stay in Yechuan and do an obscure drug slave.

The fat man was shocked, once again, the master of Ye Chuan looked at him, not because of the skill of Ye Chuan to help the sorcerer, but because of Ye Chuan's courage and courage. Under the heavens, you can let the flaming demon, a real master of the real world, stay with you to be a drug slave. This kind of thought is only Ye Chuan!

"What is a good drug slave? Fat man, let's go, I am not in the mountains, you have something to look for in the fire. Of course, if you violate the Zongmen law, what bad things, such as peeking which female disciple The bath was chased and killed, then I didn't say anything when I said this." Ye Chuan patted the fat shoulder and strode away.

"Wait for me, Master, wait for me!"

The fat man wakes up as soon as he dreams, speeds up his footsteps and catches up. The figure of the two quickly disappears into the mountains.

The second time, Ye Chuan was familiar with the road, and all the way to the engine. I never thought that I had just seen a familiar figure when I went to the underground ghost market. Zhu Sijia, who is dressed in red, was in the ghost city and stood at the underground entrance of the ghost city. It seems that it is in the special waiting for Ye Chuan and the fat man Zhao Dazhi.

"Miss Jia Jia, how are you here?" The fat man looked surprised.

"Hey, I don't even have this ability. How can this lady sit in the ghost city?"

Zhu Sijia snorted and intentionally or unintentionally swept Ye Chuan, and said coldly: "Two days ago, you smashed the big devil in the underground ghost market, and almost smashed the disaster. Today is not the day of the market, you come What are you doing? Could you come back to trouble?"

The three major sects have eyes and ears in and outside the ghost city. Zhu Sijia, who was sitting in the underground ghost market these days, quickly learned about the whereabouts of the two and blocked them at the entrance to the ghost city.

"Jia Jia, you don't know, the sorcerer has already..." The fat man was happy in his heart, and he almost made a medicinal demon to Ziyunfeng to do a drug slave thing in public. Ye Chuan gave a wink and he woke up. Hurry up.

"We are not coming to the disaster, we are coming to the fire. Listening to the fat man, some people don't have long eyes, they even beat the sister's ass, and the brothers will kill me immediately. Even the younger sisters are afraid to take advantage of it. I have to look at it. Which guy is it! Fat man, man, where?” Ye Chuan looked around and scared the fat man Zhao Dazhi, and he saw it poorly. When did he say such a thing? In front of Zhu Sijia, he said that his **** was beaten. Isn’t this a find?

Sure enough, Zhu Sijia was mad at once, remembering the slap that was first hit by Ye Chuan. Gritted teeth, chest fell together, the strong twin peaks like the bunny tied up.

"Just kidding, the sisters don't get angry, the girls are too easy to get angry and the skin is not good. We are here today, buy some gadgets and leave, never give trouble to the sisters. Of course, if the sisters are not at ease, they can follow along. ""

Ye Chuan smiled and glanced at the body of Zhu Sijia's anger, and took a big step with a sincere and fearful fat man. Behind him, Zhu Sijia slammed his feet and immediately followed up. I don't know if I really don't feel at ease. I still need to find an opportunity to retaliate.

With the fire on both sides of the passage, Ye Chuan went straight to the stall of Hu Yupi.

According to the customary rules, the underground ghost market holds a big market every three days. Although there are also sales in normal times, there are fewer people who are selling things or people who are hanging around. At noon, the old man with the nickname Hu Yupi screamed on the stall and slept before the stall.

"Small..., Leprechaun, see where you are going? Eat a good old man!"

Hu old man muttered to himself, licking his mouth and flowing into the water. A look of wretched smile, I do not know what I dreamt in my dreams. When I was dreaming of a wonderful moment, a sudden snoring came from my ear and I woke up. I looked up and opened my eyes. I don’t know when I stood in front of me with a smile. The hot Zhu Sijia stood in disgust. Aside, I can’t wait to be far from the wretched old man.