"Poof! ……”

Ye Xiuwen was not lightly injured, although he was blocked by the three ironclad warriors for a while, but a little fist style almost killed him. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info This is the gap between strengths. Although he has the power to kill in seconds. But it doesn't mean that he has the corresponding strength.

In front of the master, his body is still too weak.

"Ding! …… Burst! ……”

Just as Ye Xiuwen was spitting blood, a piercing sound resounded above his head.

"What is this?"

Ye Xiuwen knew that something was going to attack him, and he was blocked by his own ironclad warrior. But before he could look up and see what was attacking him, an unprecedented sense of oppression hit his body together, and he felt as if his strength was being evacuated, and his realm was being compressed.

"That's right! In this Ghost Sword Palace, it is said that a person's realm will be lowered by two levels,......"

"Buzz!"

Just when Ye Xiuwen couldn't bear the strong sense of oppression, a golden ray shot out of his body, and that sense of oppression disappeared suddenly.

"Mount Kinabalu?"

When he thought of Shenshan, Ye Xiuwen's eyes lit up, and he knew that Shenshan must have helped him, otherwise he would be crushed to death by this sense of oppression when he was seriously injured.

The pressure disappeared, Ye Xiuwen suddenly felt lighter, he raised his eyes and looked around, but he felt that he should be in a corridor.

The corridor is deep, like a scorched earth with a layer of moss attached.

Here, there is no vegetation, no aura, and no life. It was as if there was nothing, just a swordsman with a long sword.

These swordsmen are like people, but they are not people. They have no feet, they are like souls, wandering around in this corridor, looking for their targets.

And just now, Wang Shaoyi, who was almost shattered, resisted this sword for Ye Xiuwen.

As for Pan Xiaolian and Lao Zhao, they have not moved anymore, and they must be thrown into the furnace again.

"Let's go!"

Ye Xiuwen said and left, along with Pan Xiaolian, Lao Zhao, and Wang Shaoyi, they all fell into the sacred mountain. And Ye Xiuwen's body also disappeared.

"Whew! It's finally safe! ”

Ye Xiuwen let out a long breath, and immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, using the only remaining true qi in his body to recover his injuries.

His injuries were very serious, and the true qi in his own body alone was not enough at all, so the last spirit stone came in handy.

This thing can not only absorb and improve one's realm, but also can be used to replenish the depleted true qi. And when his true qi is full, he can continue to fight.

For three days, Ye Xiuwen stayed in the sacred mountain for three days before repairing his injuries.

"Humph! Xiao Li! You wait for me, if you don't take revenge, I swear not to be a man! ……”

Ye Xiuwen slammed his fist on the sacred mountain, but with a single thought, he threw the dilapidated Wang Shaoyi, Pan Xiaolian, and Lao Zhao into the Wanhua furnace. He's going to reforge them into ironclad warriors.

And the corpses of the five fears were also thrown into it by him. It was Huang Yi, as well as Liu Qing and others.

These people still have things, and they are all tossed out by Ye Xiuwen. First of all, there are silver tickets, and there are more than 50,000 taels of silver tickets.

And at this moment, Ye Xiuwen became completely rich and suddenly, coupled with his previous gains, this trip to Daqingshan, he earned 100,000 taels of silver.

That's not a small amount. You must know that his tuition fee for three years is only 30,000 taels of silver. At this time, when he entered Daqing Mountain, he earned 100,000 taels of silver in just over a month. That's not a small amount of money.

And what about spirit stones? The spirit stones of these five dog things are really bleak, five people, there are only more than thirty spirit stones, and these spirit stones are not enough for Ye Xiuwen to continue to break through.

What's more, this is not the time for Ye Xiuwen to break through, what he needs is that inheritance. And he's already wasted three days, he can't afford to waste it anymore. He's going out, he's going to find that inheritance!

"Poof! Kiss! Kiss! ……”

The sound of a series of pistons being pulled out came, but it was five round soul beads, which fell into Ye Xiuwen's hands.

These soul beads are crystal clear, and they are much larger than before.

"Yes! As the realm of the martial artist increases, his soul becomes stronger and stronger, so he turns into a soul bead, which is much bigger than before! ”

Ye Xiuwen chuckled, stuffed the soul bead into his mouth, and suddenly a sense of clarity struck. It was as if his spirit had grown a little stronger, and it seemed that he had begun to take on a human form. And when his divine soul begins to take on a human form, he can separate a mind clone.

"Good! If I devour more soul beads, maybe I won't need the Orange Pill Realm, and I will be able to condense my mind clone, and at that time, my blood transformation will come in handy. And in the Red Dan Realm, who will be my opponent? ”

Ye Xiuwen's heart was very high, and he finally let out a sullen breath.

"Subordinate! See the hosts! ……”

"Huh?"

Ye Xiuwen turned around slowly, but when he saw the eight iron-armored warriors, he stood behind him.

Among these eight people, five are ironclad samurai with red pill fivefold, one is an ironclad warrior with red pill quadruple, and two are ironclad warriors with red pill double.

And with such a spectacular lineup, even if he meets that Xiao Li again, he will not be afraid. That dog mongrel, isn't it the realm of the Red Pill Ninefold? And at this point, you have been depressed by two realms, what else do you have to do? And this time, even if the inheritance is gone, Lao Tzu will kill you here!

Thinking of this, Ye Xiuwen's mind moved, and he and Wang Shaoyi, Pan Xiaolian, and Lao Zhao left the sacred mountain and landed in the murderous corridor.

"Ding! Bite! …… Burst! Burst! ……”

Sure enough, he was given permission by Ye Xiuwen to Liao, and the moment he appeared, the swordsman attacked.

But these sword realm was extremely low, and they were not his opponents of ironclad warriors at all, they were smashed one after another, turning into extremely subtle spiritual threads, and shot into Ye Xiuwen's body!

"What is this?"

Previously, Ye Xiuwen had not yet noticed it. At this time, the spirit line entered his body, and he became alert, but after repeated exploration, there was no abnormality.

"Don't look for it, boy! This is a mark, the test of the first level is to kill these swordsmen, only the top 100 will be eligible to enter the next level, and at this time, you are ranked outside the thousand! ”

"What?"

The sudden voice made Ye Xiuwen a little confused, and his head turned around, looking for the little old man who was talking to him!