Man Huang Feng Bao

Snapped! Another sound came.

Still playing?

Kid you are addicted? Or do you want to deliberately publicize Zhu Sijia, the big lady?

The little fat man mourned in his heart, and he was very annoyed with the action of the night. He knew that it was like this. He didn’t dare to come to death.

The three men hated and feared, and their legs and legs were picked up.

Even Zhu Sijia dared to play like this in public. What else is Ye Chuan afraid to do?

The catastrophe has changed greatly. It seems that after a death, the timid brother Ye Chuan of the past has really become a hob meat. Whoever hits it will be unlucky!

After waiting for a while, the little fat man felt that something was wrong. Ye Chuan slaps again, but only three of his male disciples are mourning. How did Zhu Sijia not move and was stunned?

The little fat man Zhao Dazhi looked at it with difficulty and looked at it. Fortunately, Zhu Sijia didn't faint, but his **** was high and he was beaten, and he was embarrassed to look up.

"Hey, winter is coming, how come so many flies?"

Ye Chuan shook his head, bounced off a dead fly in the palm of his hand, and took a herb to the chubby and other people to smell it. The four people gradually recovered their consciousness. "Let's go, practice well later, nothing in the middle of the night." Run around. Otherwise, hit your **** again! It’s not good to teach, it’s my master who is derelict!”

The four people hurriedly slid away. When they left the house, Zhu Sijia looked back at Ye Chuan and then turned the little fat man's ear and went out. "Dead fat, you said, why are you so rubbish, even a guy who is a warrior?" Can't you?"

"Ah..., Jia Jia, you are light, my ears are going to fall. It’s not my garbage, it’s Ye Chuan’s master is not a human, who knows that he is ready?”

"Hey, a little bit **, you can't stop it? Usually don't you say that a wild boar can kill him?"

"Jia Jia, Master, he is more terrible than the wild boar. You can't stop it, just being beaten?"

"What are you talking about? Where have I been beaten?"

"No, Jia Jia, you haven't been beaten, I haven't seen anything. Hey, tap, my ears..."

The cold wind brought a few people's voices, and a group of four quickly left.

Unsurprisingly, several people who had boasted of Haikou had been unlucky.

Looking at the four people, Ye Chuan smiled and turned to look at the dead flies that fell on the ground, his face sinking slightly.

Ghost Hand Medicine King used to be a rabbit demon. The most favorite thing to eat is a variety of herbs. The cloud sect created by him was known for growing herbs and refining medicinal herbs. Many herbs have been planted in the peaks of Zongmen. They are banned and guarded. Unusual pests cannot enter and cannot survive.

Winter is almost here, and there are a lot of flies on the mountain at this time. There are still quite a few, which is very unusual!

Ye Chuan flew in the air and walked out of the Ziyun Courtyard to wander around the mountain. After three hours, he came back and his face was cold.

After patrolling the Ziyun Peak, Ye Chuan found out that the situation was not right. There were flies flying in the Ziyun hospital. There were more flies beside the herbs on the mountain. Some precious herbs were even covered with black flies. Many herbs have withered. In this way, it will not take long for all the herbs in the cloud to die, and it is impossible to refine a medicinal herb.

"There are compound eyes on the head, hooks on the tail, and blood-sucking. This is not a normal fly. It is a kind of wild species. The cloud sect left by the old rabbit seems to have a catastrophe!"

Ye Chuan grabbed a flies that were struggling, meditation on the exercises, and forced a drop of blood from the middle finger, and a bullet flew on the fly.

The flies that were struggling suddenly calmed down, and the wonderful feeling of flesh and blood connected to the heart of Ye Chuan. It seems that this fly has become a part of the body and stretches like a finger.

Domestication!

The refining demon that is obtained in the Valley of the Sacred God can not only quickly strengthen the body to cultivate, but also domesticate the world!

Millions of years ago, when only covering the sky, Ye Chuan conquered many masters, among which there were many monsters like Yunwu Zongshan's ancestors. At that time, it was forced to conquer by strong force. Whoever dared to defy would directly kill. Now it is different, with blood as the guide, to use the no-brain method to leave their mark in the body of the demon, connected with flesh and blood, no longer have to worry about the betrayal of the beast.

"The new method, the new beginning, the black emperor, the blue demon, and the abyss, my good brother, I Ye Chuan is back..."

Ye Chuan muttered to himself, his eyes getting colder and colder, and the newly domesticated flies were thrown into a crystal bottle and locked up. After thinking about it, I found a herb, dropped a few drops of purple liquid into the crystal bottle, and placed the bottle on the desk next to it.

When I finished, I looked up and looked at the sky. The night was thick and the night was not bright. The clouds in the sky were densely covered with wind and rain.

When the sky was bright, Zhu Sijia came again, a huge group of people.

In addition to the fat disciple Zhao Dazhi and other foreign disciples, there is also a group of outstanding inner disciples. Among them, a young man in the green robe walking alongside Zhu Sijia is particularly outstanding. The Yushu Linfeng Temple is full, and the eyes contain the essence. It is obviously a monk who has surpassed the scope of the warrior. Compared with Zhu Sijia, who is a heavy monk, the repair seems to be even more sensational. Both of them have a smile and a diligence along the way.

After going down the mountain last night, Zhu Sijia didn't sleep well all night, and couldn't sleep at all.

The buttocks were slapped in public, and it was still in that position. The more she wanted to get angry after going down the mountain, the more she was looking for a sin.

It is not too late for a gentleman to revenge, and a woman’s revenge is too long.

One night, Zhu Sijia couldn't wait.

If you can't do it, then come to the clear, and take the opportunity to learn from Ye Chuan. There is no hate to report to a non-gentleman, not to mention, she is not a gentleman at all, she is a woman, of course, to take revenge.

Ye Chuan is cleaning the courtyard. After hearing the footsteps, he opens the door and walks out. He looks at the mighty group of people and has some accidents. Then he smiles and looks at Zhao Dazhi, a dodgy fat man behind Zhu Sijia. "How, fat, **** Itchy?"

"me……"

The fat man wants to say that he is not related to him, and he is swept away by Zhu Sijia, cold and sweaty.

It was a pitiful day. I was photographed by Ye Chuan’s broom last night. The **** is still hurting now. Walking pain, sleeping and hurting, sleeping can only sleep, it is useless to apply any gold sore medicine. Ye Chuan smiled, and the little fat man was shocked and stunned, leaving a psychological shadow.

"Dead fat, it's useless, go!"

Zhu Sijia pushed the fat man hard, seeing the latter still cringed, and simply stepped forward, deliberately quite a strong double tower, "The kid, the time of challenge is here. Come on, you and me fight three hundred Round, see if my Zhu Sijia is powerful, or you are a master of this master. Wash your ass, don't dirty my hand!"

As soon as I saw Ye Chuan, Zhu Sijia tickles and can't wait to get started.

"What challenge, Jia Jia, before we left last night, do we have an appointment?" Ye Chuan evil smile, look at the palm of his hand, it seems to be in the taste of the slap on the slap of Zhu Sijia, Zhu Sijia is more angry, It’s going to run away.

"Jia Jia, let Master Jin teach you this kid for you."

The young man in the green robe who has been with Zhu Sijia stood up, and Ye Chuan suddenly felt a powerful pressure coming from the face, and there was a feeling of suffocation in an instant.

"Who are you?" asked Ye Chuan.

"Oh, exempting you from surnames, it’s just an ordinary inner disciple in the alchemy hall. The masters have been retiring all the year round. I don’t know that these little people are normal, but..."

The young man in the green robe paused and smiled coldly. "However, even the rules of the Zongmen five-day challenge have been forgotten. This is really..., hey. The master is too busy, or is it true. As they said, in the funeral valley, nine lives, and many things can’t be remembered when the head is hurt?”

The young man in the green robe smiled, but the smile did not laugh, and the arrogance and disdain between the high and the high in the tone, it was a fool to be directly in the public. He was dissatisfied with the position of the master brother by Ye Chuan, who has been dissatisfied for many years. The crystal of the dragon veins in Ye Chuan has long been drooling.