Evil Hentian consumes 30% of his blood essence and blood. He uses the blood refining array thousands of miles away. He thought he could get a lot of blood and enhance his strength.

However, ye Xiaofan's thunder shot, not only did not get anything, but made his own strength fall 30%.

"Little beast, do you think it will be over if I break my blood training array?"

A pale young man pushed aside the people around him, holding a blue and white dagger in his hands, and went to Ye Xiaofan with a flattering face.

"Hey, ye Dashao, this is the fourth level inferior attack weapon made by the second elder of Wuling Taoist temple with his own hammer. The cold moon produces flowers."

"Oh, you all let go. How did your rubbish get into the eyes of most people?"

When people around him saw that ye Xiaofan was indifferent to the treasure, they were amazed one by one, and confirmed that ye Xiaofan was a disciple of the big family, and even had a high status.

"The value of my ancestral skills is the same as that of the third-order magic weapons. It is also true that ye Dashao has a great origin. He must be a young master of such a big family. How can my martial arts enter his eyes?"

"It's really the young master of the big family. If I put these three-level magic weapons in the auction, it's estimated that there will be a big wave. I didn't expect to see the big and small leaves."

What's more, learning kung fu also has to bear the pain. Ye Xiaofan remembers the scene of learning the doctor's manual before, and suddenly his face shows fear.

These treasures are either third-order magic weapons or elixirs that are worse than the third-order magic weapons. As for the skills, let's forget it. Ye Xiaofan has his own skills and doesn't need them.

Ye Xiaofan's small hand supported a small face, a hand on the table, rhythmic beat up, looked at the treasures sent by these people, no appetite.

Ye Xiaofan is sitting in the newly built inn. Xinjia Tianjia and the free repair mercenaries in the city all smile and rush to give the treasure.

"Big little, big little, you see, this is my ancestral ceramic bowl. If you put water on it, it doesn't take three days to turn it into spirit liquid, which can increase the cultivation of a warrior!"

"Ha ha, ye Dashao. This is a skill I got by chance from a cave. I'll give it to you. Please accept it."

"Ah, big and little, this is a miraculous medicine cultivated by my family. Please accept it as a gift to meet big and young."

There is an inn on the second floor. In two days, countless unidentified smells poured into the Su canal. No one knows.

With the help of Xinjia and Tianjia, an inn rose from the sky with the help of Xinjia and Tianjia. The whole building is very luxurious. It is 150 meters high and covers an area of more than 100 mu, which is no less than that of Xinjia and Tianjia.

Half of the original collapsed buildings of the Su canal have been restored to 90% with the concerted efforts of many Jindan warriors, and the cracked ground has been covered with stone and mud.

Two days later

The devil Hentian roared with his head raised. The sharp and harsh voice reverberated in the chamber of secrets. All around the evil spirits were affected, and they roared with each other.

"Jie Jie..."

"I'm not built by the blood color cult, but you're waiting to be my refining material"

when ye Xiaofan heard this young man's words, he was excited. He was a fourth level magic weapon. However, ye Xiaofan did not eat such things.

As soon as you hear the name, you will know that it is very strong. A smile appears on Ye Xiaofan's small face, and he stretches out his small hand to borrow a dagger.

The pale boy's eyes burst out with a murderous intent, and his mouth outlined a cruel smile.

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