In the battle of Fengyuntai, Ye Chen was completely famous.

An intern disciple of the Condensation Realm, who defeated the three main peak disciples in a row in January, including a Yuan Realm, is destined to become an enduring legend.

Night.

Tianyang Peak.

Zhong Laodao covered his heart fiercely, missing a genius-like disciple, his heart hurt!

Diyang Peak.

Ge Hong sneered with a sneer, "Qingyang Lao'er, compared to my Diyang Peak, your Yang Peak has lost even more!"

Renyang Peak.

Qi Hao had woken up and roared like a mad dog, "Kill, kill, I'm going to kill him." ”

Noisy!

Qingyang Zhenren scolded, his face was pale, gloomy and scary, "I can't beat a condensation realm, I really taught you in vain." ”

"Master, it's Ye Chen who is too insidious. Su Xinyue on the side said resentfully.

"Don't say it again, for the next month, you will all give me peace and security to stay in the mountains, and don't embarrass me again. ”

Little Spirit Garden.

Ye Chen had been running the Savage Refining Body for more than six hours.

In this duel, he was not lightly injured, and there were many scars all over his body, especially the two blood holes in his left shoulder and right chest.

However, these injuries were nothing compared to the flaming whip he received in the Hall of Discipline.

Under the operation of the Savage Refining Body, his scars recovered extremely quickly, and by the time he walked out of the room, he was already alive and well.

"Holy. As soon as he walked out of the door, Ye Chen heard a wolf howl.

Ye Chen found out that in addition to Huwa and Zhang Fengnian in Xiaoling Garden, there was also a lump of fat, oh no, it should be a person.

This person, needless to say, is Xiong Er.

"Are you a brute?" Xiong Er pounced on Ye Chen, checked Ye Chen's body, and found that there were no scars, and he was stunned.

"Bring it. Ye Chen stretched out his palm.

"Don't worry, you're indispensable. Xiong Er glanced at Ye Chen, knowing that Ye Chen was asking him for the spirit stones he had won from the Fengyun Outer Gamble, this time it was not a small amount after all, Xiong Er naturally would not swallow it all, after all, most of it was Ye Chen who was contributing.

"The old rule, five or five points, forty thousand for one person. Xiong Er handed a storage bag to Ye Chen.

Taking the storage bag, Ye Chen glanced inside, no more, no less, exactly forty thousand, and stuffed it into his arms.

This duel of wind and clouds did make him a lot of money, 40,000 spirit stones, among the outer disciples of Hengyue Sect, he can definitely be on the rich list.

On the side, Xiong Er took a step forward, obviously not wanting to leave, and asked in a low voice, "Boy, have you ever been to the Netherworld Black Market." ”

"Nope. Ye Chen shook his head slightly.

"Then do you want to go there with me?" Xiong Er looked at Ye Chen with a wink, "In a few days, the triennial auction of the Netherworld Black Market will begin, and I heard that there will be a lot of treasures to be auctioned." ”

As he spoke, this guy also took out his mace and said, "See, this mace was auctioned at the last auction on the black market in Youdu, once every three years! ”

"But why didn't I hear that place was not very peaceful!" Ye Chen touched his chin.

"Wealth and danger are begging!" Xiong Er hurriedly said, "Besides, during the auction, it is forbidden to fight, just go and see, you really can't go after reading it! ”

Hearing Xiong Er say this, Ye Chen touched his chin again, "Then go and see?"

"Okay! That's it, I'll go get some snow magnolia flowers, tomorrow after the mountain, the old place, see you or leave. ”

Xiong Er jumped up, then patted his ass and ran out of the small spirit garden.

After Xiong Er left, Ye Chen locked himself in the house again, first put the purple gold gourd at the head of the bed to swallow the aura of heaven and earth by himself, and then took out Qi Hao's storage bag.

Opening the storage bag, Rao is Ye Chen's concentration, and he couldn't help but sigh and smack his tongue.

Qi Hao is not a young talent from a cultivation family, he is highly expected by the family, and he is focused on cultivating by Qingyang Zhenren, and the treasures in this storage bag are not ordinarily rich.

First of all, there were as many as 30,000 spirit stones in the storage bag alone.

Secondly, there are all kinds of spiritual fluid in the storage bag, some nourishing the meridians, some prolonging life, and some strengthening the body, which is really rich.

Moreover, there are many spirit grasses and spiritual weapons in the storage bag, many of which he has never seen before, and they are definitely precious, as for the spiritual weapons, they are all of the best goods, and a few of them are even comparable to his Chixiao Sword.

Eventually, all that was left in the bag was a lone, cracked tortoiseshell.

"This tortoiseshell ....... ”

Under the candlelight, Ye Chen held the tortoise shell in his hand and looked at it carefully.

The surface of the tortoise shell is mottled, only the size of a palm, and a few incomprehensible runes can be vaguely seen on it, and there is an indescribable feeling throughout the body, like the vicissitudes of ancient energy.

It was this ancient aura that attracted Ye Chen.

Airplanes!

But just as Ye Chen was secretly pondering, the little purple gold gourd at his bedside trembled.

Without waiting for Ye Chen to react, the ancient tortoise shell was sucked out of his hand, and the purple gold gourd mouth swirled wide, and he directly swallowed the tortoise shell.

"What's the situation with you. Ye Chen hurriedly grabbed the purple gold gourd and looked inside.

Ye Chen was surprised to find that after the tortoise shell was swallowed by the purple gold gourd, it was melted by a strange force in the small gourd, and finally turned into a puff of gas.

This scene made Ye Chen stunned.

When he was stunned, the purple gold gourd trembled again, and the breath that the tortoise shell turned into was spewed out by it, and it poured into Ye Chen's eyes impartially.

Wow!

Ye Chen only felt that his eyes were black, and his head roared for a while.

I don't know how long it took before Ye Chen shook his head and opened his eyes.

However, his eyes became very strange, and if you looked closely, you could see lines of small words passing through his eyes.

"A thousand illusions. ”

"The speed is infinite, with the shape like a shadow, the thousand is unique, and the heart is like a fantasy. ”

With Ye Chen's muttering, he closed his eyes again and fell into a wonderful state.

The room fell silent, save for the flickering candlelight.

I don't know when, Ye Chen, who seemed to be standing on the ground, took a step gently, although this step was ordinary, but there was something more in the dark.

After taking one step, Ye Chen did not stop.

He seemed to be sleepwalking, walking slowly, constantly turning in circles around the room, sometimes moving forward, sometimes inexplicably backwards.

I don't know how long it took, there was a rapid movement of air under his feet, and his pace of stride also increased, and there was an afterimage behind him.

Time slips away inadvertently.

In the room, Ye Chen walked all night.

When dawn came, as the door suddenly opened, Ye Chen walked out step by step, moving his steps wantonly in the garden, sometimes like Xuanwu Tuolu, the pace was steady, and sometimes it was like a gust of wind, coming and going without a trace.

Every step he takes contains an indescribable aura, and the subtlety of his body is incomprehensible, and the speed is so fast that people can't keep up with the rhythm.

I don't know when, Ye Chen stopped slightly, and his eyes slowly opened, but his eyes flashed with ecstasy.

"The speed is infinite, with the shape like a shadow, a thousand without a unique, like a fantasy, good, a good shadow of a thousand illusions. ”