"Wow Ka Ka

Ye Xiuwen was hooked, and when he came out of the game world, he saw that there were more than 500,000 forced qualifications.

And more than 500,000 forced qualifications, what can they do? Of course, it is to condense the martial spirit!

He now has 16 full-level Xuan-level martial souls and 98 yellow-level martial souls, and all of them add up, there are a total of 114 martial souls.

But are these martial spirits enough? Not enough at all. Like the head of the Yanmen, Zhu Honglie, these people, what are they constantly suppressing their own realm?

So it's like a master-level master, condensing more than two hundred martial spirits, it's just too common.

"Nana! The system has condensed two hundred full martial souls for Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu is going to crush that Zhu Honglie!" Ye Xiuwen said confidently.

"Ding Dong! The system prompts that the host is not strong enough, and the martial soul cannot be condensed,......"

"Not enough? How can it not be enough? Lao Tzu has more than 500,000 qualifications!"

Ye Xiuwen took a closer look, he was not dazzled, it was indeed 500,000 yuan.

"Ding Dong! The system prompts that the host has a martial soul, and there are forty-three who have not been consummated, and the cultivation of the consummation realm requires a total of +435,000 ,......."

"Fog grass, oh my God!"

At this time, Ye Xiuwen realized that his forced qualifications were completely a drop in the bucket, and if all his current martial souls were condensed, he needed more than 400,000 forced qualifications.

And if you want to condense two hundred full martial souls, it is estimated that at least one million will be needed.

Moreover, this is still the premise that all of them are yellow-level martial souls.

"Paralyzed, Lao Tzu has to pretend to be forced!" Ye Xiuwen roared.

"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host, pretending to be successful and gaining +50 ,......"

"Misty grass, what's going on?"

Ye Xiuwen was a little inexplicable, as soon as he shouted, 'I want to pretend to be forced', it rose by 50 points, who is cooperating with him?

"Senior Brother Ye, we've arrived at Huoyun Mountain,......

The disciple who was driving the car shouted softly, and then slowly stopped. And Ye Xiuwen only then knew that it was 'Huoyun Mountain' who was cooperating with him to pretend to be forced!

"Haha, it seems that Lao Tzu's pretending method is so clever that he even has to cooperate with Huoyun Mountain to pretend to be coercive!"

Ye Xiuwen opened the curtain of the car beautifully, but was stunned all of a sudden.

It's not because of anything else, but Nima, what a bunch of trumpets,...... No, it's the average weak chicken who comes to greet him!

More than thirty Yanmen disciples who only had the Transformation Stage and the Douzong Period had set up a battle here.

One by one they were silent, glaring angrily, and not speaking, as if they had been owed two hundred dollars.

"Uh, you're Ye Xiuwen?"

A disciple of the Yanmen in the late stage of the first god, he is quite horizontal.

"Yes!" Ye Xiuwen replied weakly.

"Alas, why did you just come? The head of the house is invited, hurry, hurry up and sit on the mountain, we also specially customized a soft sedan chair for you, just afraid of the bumps on the mountain......"

As soon as he opened his mouth, seven or eight disciples brought a soft sedan chair, not to mention how comfortable it was.

"Nima, scared Lao Tzu, you thought you were going to fight with Lao Tzu?"

Ye Xiuwen sat in the sedan chair and felt comfortable.

"How dare we? You are a distinguished guest, and our head said, whatever, we have to trick you up the mountain,...... No, it's not, it's to invite you up the mountain......"

The boy was in a hurry, and told the truth.

But Ye Xiuwen didn't mind at all, Nima had more than 150 full-level martial souls, who was he afraid of? Come to a Seven Demon Divine Shadow, even if Zhu Honglie really condensed more than 200 martial souls, he was not afraid!

When I was young, I went up the mountain, but when I saw this high mountain, it was just like the flame mountain back then.

There was no grass on the mountain, and even the disciples who carried Ye Xiuwen were sweating.

These are all warriors who are invincible to the cold and heat! But at this time, they are one by one, sweating profusely.

"Nana, I see that your Yanmen is really in decline, how can there be so few martial artists in the Dan stage?......" Ye Xiuwen said unconsciously.

"Hehe, you're kidding!"

One of the Yanmen disciples smiled cheaply, but then said, "At the top of the mountain!

"Whew!"

Ye Xiuwen had a slight understanding, and was carried all the way into the upper courtyard of Yanmen.

And at this time, good guy, there is an oil pot here, a knife mountain there, and a leather whip with an inverted spear and a stabbing gun, all of which are hanging outside the main hall door of the entire upper courtyard, as if Ye Xiuwen did not come to the Yanmen, but to go down to the underworld!

"Ye Xiuwen, will you come down?"

The disciple who had greeted him with a smile before changed his face in vain, and as soon as he threw Ye Xiuwen away, he instantly withdrew and retreated!

Ye Xiuwen was thrown into the air, and at this moment, the golden wire net, which came from nowhere, actually came from top to bottom and covered Ye Xiuwen.

"Woohoo!"

Ye Xiuwen's dragon slaying sword shot and directly smashed the fishing net.

"Kill......"

More than 3,000 Yanmen disciples, armed with knives and guns, surrounded Ye Xiuwen at the moment when he got out of trouble, but they didn't mean to take it seriously.

Because these people are also mainly disciples of the Transformation God and Douzong periods, and they don't know why the disciples of Yanmen are so miserable.

"Poof!"

But seeing a group of miscellaneous soldiers, Ye Xiuwen actually burst out laughing, took the dragon slaying sword in his hand, and nodded at the main hall: "Nana, that Zhu Honglie, don't you want to look for Lao Tzu? Lao Tzu is here!"

"Hula!"

Ye Xiuwen's voice did not fall, and he hit the main hall, but a vote had already poured out.

And when I see these people, it is very remarkable, there must be more than ten masters in the Red Dan Realm alone, and there are about twenty or thirty masters in the middle and late stages of the Jiedan.

Zhu Honglie was in the center, dressed in a bright red wedding robe, carrying cross saffron flowers on his shoulders, wearing a champion hat on his head, and glaring at Ye Xiuwen.

And on Zhu Honglie's side, the one wearing a phoenix crown is none other than Mu Rong.

Mu Rong didn't wear a hijab, so Ye Xiuwen saw it clearly, and he was also frowning there, looking at Ye Xiuwen.

"Hmph, this kid is the Ye Xiuwen who killed innocents indiscriminately, right?"

Before Zhu Honglie could speak, the old man dressed in a big clothes shouted loudly.

This person has a number one above the rivers and lakes, and is called 'eight-armed Nezha'.

'Nezha' knows that he is the son of Li Jing and the god general in the sky.

If you fight with someone, you shake your body, three heads and six arms, how amazing, even if it is Monkey King, he has been deflated under him.

But at this time, this person is known as 'Eight-armed Nezha', so it can be seen how good this person's kung fu is.

The realm of the Red Pill Triple is not the highest in this group of people, but it is not the lowest either, and Ye Xiuwen shouted loudly!

It turned out that his son, who was also taught in Yanmen, ended up dying on Adventure Island.......

(End of chapter)