"Do you have my 'Laoling Nectar' in this youth fruit?"

There was a drop of thumb-swaking, blue water from the sea.

"Laoling nectar, didn't you hear that it is the treasure of the Laoshan faction? Brother Hua Die is really powerful, and he can actually find this kind of good goods. Admire, admire, admire. Jiuyang True Master smiled.

"It's nothing, my daughter's husband's family is the home of the four elders of the Laoshan faction. The true master of the flower butterfly had a high-profile face, and when he said this, he deliberately glanced at Ye Bufei, which was meaningful.

"The fourth elder, his name is Ye Dongxiong, the road name is 'Nan Ion', do some people call him the predecessor of 'Nanli Zhenjun'?" The old monk in the kapok robe was suddenly a little moved, Ye Bufei had been here for so long, and it was the first time he had heard him open his mouth to speak.

"It's like a fake. The Flower Butterfly True Master nodded tuggingly, full of aura.

As soon as they heard this, many guys at the scene cast a look of pity for Ye Bufei.

You, it's not good to mess with someone, you actually went to provoke the father-in-law of the elders of the Laoshan faction, this is the rhythm of death.

"My youth fruit is indeed not as good as the Laoling nectar of the Flower Butterfly True Master, so I won't take it out to offer ugliness. Sure enough, as soon as Zhaoyang True Master heard this, he immediately obediently put away the fruit of youth. He didn't dare to argue with the true master of the flower butterfly.

"Master Yuemei, bring the treasure chest. "The Flower Butterfly True Master is very big, and he beckoned to the True Master of the Moon Mei as if he was taking his own things.

"Wait. Ye Bufei made a move.

"Why, boy, can you get something better than my Lao Ling nectar? The true master of the flower butterfly was stunned for a moment, and looked at Ye Bufei with disdain.

"Hehe, I also have a youth fruit here, and I want to exchange it for a treasure chest. Ye Bufei was not afraid at all, and smiled faintly.

"You see, how stupid this boy is. As Master Zhaoyang said just now, can the Youth Fruit be compared to my Laoling nectar? Boy, I think you are not only stupid, but you are also too stupid to be saved. The Butterfly True Master sneered.

"Let me be fair, the youth fruit is indeed not as good as the Laoling nectar.

After all, it is the treasure of the Laoshan faction, and it can not only maintain a certain appearance.

Moreover, it also has the effect of replenishing the body and strengthening the body's physique.

The personal disciples of the Laoshan faction all use it to cleanse the flesh, strengthen the flesh, and deal with the heavenly tribulation. "Xu Chengquan, a businessman, is really sleek, and when he saw that the real master of Huadie put on the Laoshan faction, he immediately became a little fart on the wall. This kind of person has already been mixed with adulthood.

"Hehe, this one of mine is different from Zhaoyang's true master's. Ye Bufei shook his head with a smile.

"What's the difference? As we all know, the fruit of youth bears fruit once every thirty years. The ripe youth fruit apple is large, and the color is green. It's just that, compared to my Laoling nectar, its vitality energy is only 30% of it. "The true master of the butterfly has put on his stinky knowledge.

"Isn't this big enough?" Ye Bufei smiled mysteriously and took out a basketball-sized youth fruit from his backpack.

It is densely covered with some green fruit grains, and some stripes are exposed like watermelon lines.

A frightened burst of angry energy gushing out, and everyone on the scene was suddenly in good spirits, and suddenly they all sniffed fiercely as if they were beaten with chicken blood.

"So big?" said Yuemei Zhenshi's mouth wide in surprise.

"You're certainly not a fruit of youth, but a watermelon. The Butterfly Master said.

"Yuemei Zhenshi, you can identify it yourself. Ye Bufei smiled indifferently, threw his hand lightly, and flew towards the true master of Yuemei with the youth fruit in his true qi.

Of course, Ye Bufei also felt a little pain in his heart, just now this Youth Fruit had spent a hundred of his merit points to exchange it from the Black Space.

Master Yuemei touched and smelled, and after observing greedily for a while, he said, "It is indeed the fruit of youth, and it is estimated that the year will not be less than sixty years, Master Flower Butterfly, I'm sorry, I decided to change it to this Mr. Ye." ”

"Boy, the old account just now has not been settled, you actually go against Lao Tzu everywhere, do you really want to die?"

This guy is directly threatening people. If you want to force Ye Bu to directly take the initiative to withdraw like Zhaoyang Zhenshi.

"To die, who to die?" In the eyes of others, Ye Bufei was really dizzy, and actually accelerated the pace of death.

"Bastard, I really thought that Lao Tzu wouldn't dare to clean you up, did you?" An earthy yellow true qi instantly condensed in the air, and a big hand pumped towards Ye Bufei fiercely.

"That's it?" Ye Bufei responded lightly, stretched out his finger and poked, and a little spark popped out and instantly fell on the hand of the condensed Zhenyuan, and with a bang, the big hand of the Zhenyuan had not been able to attack Ye Bufei's body, and he took the initiative to crack it.

And the shattered true qi shot out in all directions like ice ballast, scaring the juniors around him to quickly stimulate the true qi of the body.

Of course, the few people sitting there were as steady as Mount Tai, and the shattered True Qi could not penetrate their defensive shields.

However, one by one was also secretly surprised.

It seems that this little-known kid is quite tough. It was actually able to easily defeat the Ning Yuan attack of the Flower Butterfly True Master, a powerhouse of the Jindan Eight Rank Realm.

Of course, eighty percent of the monks believed that the True Master of Flower Butterfly must have only used one to two percent of True Qi.

"Good boy, dare to resist. Condensation technique!" The face of the Flower Butterfly True Master couldn't hold back, he roared, and with a mouth, a large piece of earthy yellow air and sand fell like rain towards Ye Bufei.

This guy's earth-attribute body, therefore, is cultivating earth-attribute exercises.

These fine sand are his origin soil particles, and once they cover it, they can solidify into a ball in an instant, suffocating you without negotiating.

"The tiger is not powerful, do you really think it's a sick cat?" Ye Bufei was annoyed, and he also opened his mouth, and a piece of wood cyan light particles popped out and instantly turned into a big tree, and those earthy yellow origin particles were immediately absorbed and devoured. Soon, it was generally empty after being cleaned.

"Sandstorm!" "Flower Butterfly True Master's face turned green with anger, and he moved out of the trick of pressing the bottom of the box.

I saw his mouth open, and an earthy yellow five-patterned golden pill flew out. The golden pill was dripping and turning, and suddenly, some fine sand flew out around it.

Soon, more and more, the cave was suddenly gray, and the lower-ranking monks couldn't even open their eyes, and the sand and dust blew on the people like knives.

Those disciples and grandchildren hurriedly hugged their robes and skirts, for fear that one of them would accidentally play naked or something.

The few guys sitting there also opened the Zhenli cover with solemn expressions to protect the disciples and grandchildren behind them.

And the sandstorm roared and formed a terrifying sandstorm vortex, flying all over the hole, and swept towards Ye Bufei with a fierce murderous aura.

Overlord Golden Gun Out!

A pure yellow light flashed, originally, with Ye Bufei's strength, it was completely easy to crush the true master of the flower butterfly.

It's just that this guy is so hateful.

Ye Bufei decided to let him eat the secret loss, so he came up with the Overlord Golden Gun.

Moreover, Monet in the confession gun sucked half of that guy's gold pill off, and sucked some of it away with his soul.

With a terrifying momentum, the spear sprayed some gray halos through the sandstorm, and struck on the golden pill of the Flower Butterfly True Master with a thud.

"Ah...... Porphyry ......"

The Flower Butterfly True Master screamed, and a large mouthful of essence blood shot directly from his mouth to the cave wall a hundred meters away, directly knocking out dozens of plugs from the cave wall.

Erren rolled back, slammed his ass on the ground, and a beautiful Wang Ba turned over.

The reason why Jin Dan can carry out autonomous attacks is mainly because it also contains the soul power of monk Sancheng.

Monet is not a good stubble, not only absorbed half of the energy of Jin Dan in one bite, but also swallowed up the soul of thirty percent by Monet in an instant.

Therefore, the true master of the flower butterfly is not only a pain in the flesh, but also a heartache and a headache.

Although there is no external injury, the heartache is difficult to treat, and it gives people yin, and it is impossible to recover mental strength for more than ten years.

Moreover, because Jin Dan was sucked, the skill realm fell to the fourth grade in an instant.

"Ah, how did you suddenly become an old man. "There is a beautiful girl who sees the face of the flower butterfly master who has just gotten up, and she has goosebumps.

Suddenly screamed in fright, it was really a chicken that had become an old chicken in seconds.

"Child, the Laoshan faction will pick you up alive. The true master of the butterfly shouted hysterically while bleeding.

The old face, coupled with the white flowers and wrinkled lips, makes people very unappetizing.

"Grandson, shut up Lao Tzu. Ye Bufei suddenly raised the 'little egg' in his hand.

The golden pill, which was originally the size of a goose egg, has now become dull, and its volume has shrunk to the size of a small egg, which is the kind of small egg born by a native chicken, and it is only a little bigger than a pigeon egg.

"You...... You...... You ......" Hua Butterfly True Master was frightened, and after a long time, there was a big mouthful of blood coming out of his mouth, and the person shook, and the disciples behind him hurriedly came over to support him.

"Master Huadie, you rely on having a backer, bullying the weak, buying and selling, and being rude, do you really think that the world is yours?

You are a characterless, immoral, lustful and arrogant villain.

Remember, don't be evil in the future, Huadie True Master, do you know your mistakes?" Ye Bufei was righteous, and many people at the scene shouted in their hearts.

Indeed, as Ye Bufei said, Huadie Zhenshi relied on the prestige of the Laoshan faction, bullying men and women, and doing all kinds of evil, but the backers behind the people were too hard to provoke.

"I ...... I...... I was wrong. The true master of the flower butterfly provoked the most humiliating sentence in his life, and his wrinkled face had already turned the color of purple eggplant.

"Forget it, since you know that you are wrong, young master, I won't embarrass you. Ye Bufei nodded, and suddenly put the Golden Pill of the True Master of Flower Butterfly on the table and said, "Who is willing to exchange this Golden Pill?"

As soon as a sentence came out, everyone at the scene couldn't help but be verbose in their hearts, this kid is really poisonous!

Not to mention that this is a monk's golden pill, it is as precious as life, so it is naturally a good thing.

Second, whoever dares to change it, wouldn't it be to fight to the death with the true master of Huadie.

A true master of Huadie who has lost Jindan has become a waste, but there is a father-in-law of the Laoshan faction behind the family, who will be replaced by someone to die.

"Hehe, no one changed it, forget it, I'll take it back and feed the dog. It's been a long time since my puppy has eaten such a nutritious tonic. Seeing that everyone was silent, Ye Bufei smiled and was about to put away the golden pill.

"I'll change, I'll change, can't I change it?" said Master Hua Butterfly with a crying voice.