Several monks stopped flying upside down and bowed to Ye Chen, who was slowly retracting his sword behind him.

"Thank you Senior Ye for saving your life. ”

If he had been hit by the aftermath of the collision of the swords just now, he would definitely have been injured.

Several people looked ashamed, they were originally here to help, but they had to ask Senior Ye to save them.

Thinking of this, several people glared at the laughing owner of the village, and each showed his weapon to kill the owner of the village.

The owner of the village didn't mind, holding a double hammer to face the battle, and he still had time to laugh at Ye Chen, "I thought it was such a powerful character, just a fake and kind hypocrite." ”

The muscles of the village's arms were knotted, and with one force, the double hammer knocked several people away.

The copper hammer, which was as big as a mountain stone, smashed towards the top of Ye Chen's head with the sound of the whistling wind.

Compared to the copper hammer, Ye Chen's head seemed so small.

It seems that the scene of Ye Chen's brain bursting will be seen in the next second.

Ye Chen's gaze was calm, and he kicked out, carrying the power of thunder and lightning, and hit the abdomen of the main village.

"Bang".

The attack of the copper hammer was stunned, and the body of the owner of the village flew out in an instant.

Finally stopped the retreat, the owner of the village bent down and spat out blood.

The pain in his abdomen was severe, as if he had been hit by a boulder rolling down from a high mountain, and the impact almost caused his organs to displace.

The owner of the village slowly straightened up, looking at Ye Chen, who had just kicked him away, and actually showed a smile.

This man is so vigorous, if he can absorb it......

If you absorb it yourself!

He threw his hammer twice, his hair was windless, and he stared greedily at Ye Chen's flesh and blood.

Rong Qiao was speechless, "Is this person sick?" ”

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows, and his heart was clear.

It's about to start a magic skill.

In mid-air, the blood on the owner of the village was permeated, his red pupils kept shrinking and expanding, and the momentum on his body was rising.

His hands were gradually infected with blood, and soon his original skin color was completely covered, and thick blood continued to drip from his fingertips.

The faces of the people around him changed in shock.

"This, this casual cultivator actually cultivates demonic skills?"

"It's hard to beat the seniors now. ”

The strong smell of blood around the owner of the village can be tasted even from more than ten meters away, and the qi and blood of the surrounding monks seem to be pulled by the gestures, and it seems that the blood will leave the body at any time.

They all stayed away from the master of the scattered cultivation village, and used Xuan Qi to suppress the churning qi and blood in their bodies.

They just watched from a distance, and they were disturbed so much, what about Senior Ye?

Everyone looked at Ye Chen worriedly.

Ye Chen's face was calm, and he did not panic as everyone thought.

He said lightly: "It's just magic skills, this is your confidence?"

His body was full of qi and blood, no wonder he could temporarily get rid of the lock of the Qingmang Sword.

The owner of the village had bloody marks on his face, and said arrogantly: "It's enough to deal with you." I can only blame you for your bad luck, I have been practicing this blood clutch for less than three years, but recently I have broken through, and my strength has increased significantly. When your essence and blood are absorbed by me, Rongcheng will not fall into my hands yet. ”

Absorbing the essence and blood of others for one's own use, trying to take shortcuts in cultivation, is a blood technique.

The essence and blood in the body of the strong are indestructible, and it is difficult to completely bombard. But in less than three years, he was able to refine it like this, I am afraid that it was used in some extreme methods.

Ye Chen suddenly asked something that seemed inexplicable to others.

"Where's your son's body?"

The face of the owner of the village was slightly distorted.

"In less than three years, the cultivation of blood art has been slightly successful. Hmph, absorb the blood and qi of your loved ones to cultivate blood arts

Greatly helpful. If my prediction is correct, your son has already been refined by you. ”

The people around are cold.

The owner of the village roared angrily, and his blood-colored palm pressed down towards Ye Chen, and Ye Chen's figure was instantly submerged in endless blood.

"It's all your fault! I can only avenge my son's blood by absorbing his blood. ”

The monks were in an uproar.

I didn't expect this person to be so brazen.

Obviously to covet power, he couldn't keep his heart, but he blamed others.

"Imprison! Absorb!"

Seeing that Ye Chen was already in the hands of the blood demon, the village master looked greedy.

Suddenly, a blinding thunderbolt lit up from the blood mist.

"It's just a bloody clutche. ”

The people around were surprised, could it be that Senior Ye could break this magic skill?

Ye Chen opened his mouth, spat thunder, and his body was surrounded by thunder and lightning clouds, looking like the gods descended to earth, and all the gods had to retreat.

A pillar of thunder burst out, unfathomable and collided with the Blood Demon's clutche. A majestic force exploded, and the extremely powerful blood clutches in the eyes of everyone were pierced.

The Blood Demon Clutch screamed as if it were alive, but it was slashed in two by the earth-shattering sword momentum that followed closely behind the Pillar of Thunder.

The owner of the village wailed, "Impossible!"

The owner of the village took two steps back in horror, looking at the palm that had been cut off from his wrist, and he was distressed.

This palm is half of his cultivation!

It seems that he can't beat him now.

The owner of the village turned around and wanted to escape.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

Ye Chen slashed out with a sword and pressed it against the neck of the village master, "Where do you want to go?"

The owner of the village knelt down with a thud, without the arrogance he had before, "Senior, senior, I was wrong." Spare my life. ”

Just bow his head, if he can survive, he will pay back today's shame a thousand times.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the owner of the village, this person knew his humble past, and he couldn't keep him.

Ye Chen had gone through the world and could see through this person's thoughts at a glance.

The tip of his sword approached, and the sword that kept swallowing seemed to be about to cut through the neck of the village owner in the next moment.

"Say, who is the Blackfriar?"

The owner of the village didn't dare to move, "He didn't say anything, but I had secretly followed him, and he seemed to be from Haicheng." We were originally robbing small families, and we never dared to hurt people's lives, and we only dared to kidnap Rong Qiao at his instigation. He also gave me this magic skill. ”

Rong Qiao sneered, "Could it be that he forced you to practice?"

The owner of the village was just about to nod, whether he was forced or not, now he can only say that he was forced to survive.

This male cultivator wants to save monks he doesn't know, isn't he a bad person?

A flash of sword flashed.

The owner of the village suddenly felt a cold neck, two gurgles in his throat, and his head slowly shifted, staggered, and blood splattered.

He glared at Ye Chen on the side unwillingly, his eyes were wide open, they were covered with bloodshots, and his eyes were like the evil ghosts of the Nine Hells, which made people shudder.

Ye Chen glanced faintly, turned around and left expressionlessly.

It seems to be disdainful, and it seems to be indifferent.

Behind him, the shouts of Brother Rongcheng sounded.

They swooped down and captured the remnants of the loose cults.

Even his own boss was beheaded, and the rest of the loose cultivators had no psychology to resist.

Soon, this battle, which the people of Rongcheng thought would be extremely difficult, was quickly ended because of Ye Chen's strength alone.

The city has been relaying to each other for several days, worshipping Ye Chen.

The great hero behind all this was in the City Lord's Mansion at this time, holding a booklet in his hand, and reading it intently.

It just so happened that today the city lord sent him the three pills he promised, and also gave him a booklet by the way.

"Rongcheng is going to hold a ten-year pill conference today, when Rongcheng will gather the pill masters of the entire continent, if he can come out on top, not only will he be famous in the world, but he will also be accepted as a disciple by the pill masters, and the future is immeasurable. ”

Ye Chen didn't dare to be interested in any disciples, but there were a few medicinal herbs that could not be found in this reward.