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Yang Yu pondered for a moment, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "One hundred and fifty spirit crystals!" ”

"Two hundred spirit crystals!" Yixiu was very confident, he felt that it was impossible for Yang Yu to give up the blood of the divine dragon, so he bargained ruthlessly, anyway, it was not him who took the final shot, and it was worth wasting Yang Yu's spirit crystal! It's cool to scream like this!

"Yang Yu, give up!" Xuanyuan Fengyun came over.

Yang Yu shook his head: "I said, if I lack everything, I will not lack spirit crystals. ”

Many people don't quite understand.

"Daoyou Mo Ping, you're lucky."

"Yang Zhangjiao wants to take pictures of these three drops of divine dragon blood?"

"Not bad." Yang Yu nodded, "Five hundred spirit crystals, it should be given to you, let's also have a good fate, I believe that the woman who can take out the blood of the divine dragon must also be extraordinary." ”

How much?

Five hundred spirit crystals!

Is this going to be stoned to death?

Yixiu's face was flushed, he now knew what a local tyrant was, five hundred spirit crystals made a good fate, this was simply a god-level local tyrant, compared to Yang Yu, he was a poor ghost, and in shame, he shouted directly: "Six hundred spirit crystals!" ”

Many people are puzzled, is there still a spirit crystal in one cultivation?

"The abbot of Yixiu is really cool, since this is the case, I will not bid with the abbot of Yisu, the blood of the dragon is yours." Yang Yu showed a sneer.

As soon as he was stunned, he seemed to have thought of something.

"A cultivator abbot, please take out six hundred spirit crystals." Mo Ping spoke. "I believe that the abbot who is in charge of 100,000 Shaolin disciples and cultivates to the point of near-sanctification will not cheat."

"I ......" Yixiu has a feeling of lifting a stone and shooting himself in the foot. Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. I'm not interested in the blood of the dragon at all, I just shouted and played, shouted and played. ”

Around, sneering and laughing.

"Humph!" Mo Ping showed a hint of coldness, "The abbot of Yixiu is really idle and boring, hundreds of spirit crystals are just shouting and playing, there are not so many spirit crystals, pretending to be a big-tailed wolf, smiling and generous." ”

Slap in the face. Slap in the face hard!

A woman pointed at the Shaolin abbot and scolded, is there more exciting news than this?

"You're looking for death!" Yixiu was furious, he felt that his dignity had been trampled on, "I'm going to kill you, kill you!" ”

Yi Xiu said, and slapped his palm at Mo Ping.

"Get out!"

Mo Ping waved his hand, and a red light flashed.

"Boom!"

"Knock Knock !!"

Like the sound of thunder, Yixiu took three steps back, and the island of Good Hope cracked.

This...... It's so strong!

Many people watched Mo Ping's face change. Yi Xiu is close to the existence of a saint-level martial artist, but Mo Ping can beat Yi Xiu back again and again with one palm, so what kind of cultivation is she?

"You're a saint-level martial artist?" Yi Xiu couldn't believe it.

"No, just sanctified." Mo Ping smiled coldly.

It's really a saint-level martial artist!

It's so fierce. How old is she!

"Sure enough." Yang Yu showed a hint of a smile, he was confident that he was invincible within the half-saint, but Mo Ping gave him an inexplicable depression. Now it's all clear, because Mo Ping is a saint-level martial artist.

"Are you...... Masters! The Lady of Joy stepped out from the side. Before she came out of the Xiaoyao Immortal Pavilion, she knew that a senior sister had gone out before her. And that senior sister comprehended the artistic conception of fire, and her name was Mo Ping.

What Mo Ping used just now was the Law of Fire!

"Senior sister, there are some things that I will talk about later." Mo Ping smiled, she undoubtedly admitted her identity, "Yang Yu, these three drops of divine dragon blood belong to you, five hundred spirit crystals are too much, you just look at it and give some." ”

"Not much, not much." Yang Yu waved his hand.

Of course it's not much, five hundred spirit crystals for a saint-level martial artist's favor, it's too worthwhile!

Yang Yu personally sent five hundred spirit crystals over, Mo Ping pondered for a while, and did not refuse, she needed five hundred spirit crystals to stabilize the realm, and she didn't care about owing Yang Yu a favor.

Mo Ping and the Holy Maiden whispered a few words, and the two left quickly.

Seeing the two of them leave, many people took a long breath, no one thought that there would be a saint-level martial artist coming, and it was also from the Saint Sect, maybe there were other meanings in it.

Continuing to bid below, Yang Yu also auctioned a few things he needed.

The night is low, and the end of a qiē.

Yang Yu looked at Nangong Xiaoran: "Be careful for a while, I don't know how many people treat us as fat sheep." ”

"I understand!" Nangong Xiaoran said in a low voice.

The plague man looked stupid, as if he didn't know what to give birth to.

The three of them traveled three hundred miles against the water.

A Western man stopped Yang Yu, this Western man was a grand duke, he had been staring at Yang Yu for a long time, if he could rob Yang Yu, he felt that he would definitely get rich overnight.

"It's ridiculous that a blood clan dares to stop me." Yang Yu raised the Haotian Sword in his hand, and a golden qi shot out, "Die!" ”

"Not good!"

"Slash!"

Yang Yu comprehended all the artistic conceptions of gold, how terrifying this sword was, opening the stele and cracking the stone, and breaking the space was not a problem at all, and the Western man was a little big duke, he felt that Yang Yu was only a peak cultivator in the late stage of the god level, and he was definitely very easy to bully, but this can only be said that he is very stupid, and he is too stupid to do it.

"Whew!"

Blood rushed wildly, the sea overturned, and the body of the Western man was cut in two.

Die, die with one move!

Bite off more than one can chew!

The plague man was dumbfounded, he quickly ran to the Western man's side, and then searched for a while, and said excitedly: "There are two spirit crystals, and there is also a magic crystal." ”

"Turn it in when you get back."

"Okay!" The plague man showed a bitter gourd face.

"The real danger is at the back." Nangong Xiaoran looked at Yang Yu.

"It's fine." Yang Yu was confident, he believed that as long as the saint-level martial artist did not come, the threat of a qiē would be a floating cloud, and a Haotian sword would be enough to break through a dangerous obstacle.

1,200 miles of sea.

"Shaolin!" Yang Yu spit out two words.

The sky in the distance.

Eighteen golden bronze figures are incomparably mighty.

There is no doubt that this is the eighteen bronze men of Shaolin, and the eighteen martial artists who refine the body. Several of them are already demi-saints. Yixiu stood in front of them and glared at Yang Yu angrily.

"Stand back!"

"Be careful!"

"Be careful!"

Yang Yu walked up step by step. He looked at Yixiu: "Old monk, I am really willing to give up, the eighteen bronze people of Shaolin Temple have all been invited out, but if they all die here, will it be very good-looking." ”

"Kill!" Yixiu was furious, "Kill him, kill him for me!" ”

The Eighteen Bronze Men displayed the Eighteen Arhat Array, and Yang Yu was surrounded by the group.

"It's been a long time since I let go of my hands to fight, so let me see if these eighteen bronze men are in vain." Yang Yu muttered to himself. Haotian Sword emitted a brilliant light.

"Together!"

"Kill!"

The eighteen bronze men attacked Yang Yu, they had no weapons, but their fists and feet were extremely terrifying.

The golden light is shining, like a dragon and a tiger.

"Sword Realm!"

Yang Yu's mind moved, and the surrounding ten miles were shrouded in his sword realm, and every sense of perception came into his mind, and the eighteen arhats were no longer so mysterious in front of his eyes.

The Eighteen Arhats sensed the power of the confinement around them, but when they converged with each other, they immediately broke free from this restraint. Their powers can merge in an instant.

"Hmph, eighteen Arhats are enough to kill any half-saint, even a newcomer saint-level martial artist should not want to please in this formation, you are a god-level late-stage peak martial artist. Only waiting for death. Yixiu smiled coldly, he was very confident.

"There's a loophole!" Yang Yu's soul made an analysis, "Just attack the weakest place." Eighteen Arhats are not to be feared. ”

The weakest place is naturally the arhat with the worst cultivation.

All attacks are coming. Yang Yu's sword moved: "Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, light, dark thunder, eight poles rotate." Crush! ”

The Haotian Sword flew out, and thousands of swords shot around.

Bang bang bang!!

There was a loud crash.

"Teach the master, fuck him!" The plague man suddenly shouted.

Yang Yu was besieged by the Eighteen Arhats, and his moves were getting faster and faster, and the Haotian Sword had been used to the extreme.

Three minutes passed, and the opportunity came.

Another sword suddenly appeared in his hand, this was his pure sword.

A sword stabbed out, like a dream!

"Whew!"

The sword pierced into the chest of one of the Arhats through the gap, and behind him, the Eighteen Arhats were still fighting with the Haotian Sword.

"Die!"

With a pull of Chunjun's sword, this Arhat's body was torn apart.

Dead, dead can't die anymore!

The eighteen Arhats were dumbfounded, and Yixiu was also dumbfounded.

"There are only seventeen, look at what else you can put in the eighteen Arhat array!" Yang Yu laughed loudly, stretched out the sword realm again, and slashed out the fourteenth sword of the thirteen deadly swords.

"Whew!"

The most recent Arhat was unlucky, and a blow pierced the head.

Eighteen Arhats, one more dead.

"You give me death!" Yixiu frantically killed Yang Yu, he knew that he was careless, and he was actually killed by Yang Yu two Arhats, which was simply unforgivable.

"Sword Realm, Demon Punishment!"

A sword blasted out.

"Boom !!"

Yixiu retreated, and an abyss appeared on the surface of the sea, and an unlucky Arhat was swept into it.

Many people watching the battle in the distance were dumbfounded, they knew that Yang Yu would have a battle with Shaolin, but they didn't expect it to be so incredible, the eighteen arhats plus one cultivation were not Yang Yu's enemies.

Strong, and weird.

"Roar!"

A loud roar was heard.

The water qilin suddenly came from underwater, he had long been hidden here, and Yang Yu was one bright and one dark.

A breath of extreme cold breath erupts!

All the flakes within a radius of thirty miles were frozen, and a few people were shocked, not a single Yang Yu was not something they could deal with, not to mention the addition of a water qilin, which was simply going to kill them all.

What is calculated must be calculated.

"Roar!"

The water unicorn roared, and the figure disappeared.

"Don't!"

An arhat roared, but soon, his body was torn apart by the water qilin, and with the continuous screams, Yang Yu's Haotian Sword also became extremely cold, slaughter, this is a massacre without suspense.

"Ancestor, help!" Yixiu shouted without dignity.

Immediately, a supreme aura seeped through the space. (To be continued......)