Chapter 501: Fellow Pit, Fellow Fellow

Under the moonlight, in the mysterious formation, in the shadows of the trees, Ye Luo was like a leisurely walk, after the ninth step.

"He walked over and didn't seem to be fine?" Someone noticed something strange and said in disbelief.

"Xiao, Xiaohuan, how did Ye and Ye Luo go?" Zhou Xiaoyu, who originally thought that Ye Luo was going to be embarrassed, couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Luck is against the sky......" The ugliness on Chu Xiaohuan's face turned into astonishment.

Yang Ying's face was nervous, and she said, "Even if you don't move forward anymore, Uncle Ye can be regarded as winning glory for us, ah, Uncle Ye is still moving forward." ”

All the monks who had previously defined, despised and even disdained and mocked Ye Luo, at this moment, were all silent, and Qiao Qingxia, the arrogant girl in the Loulan Holy Land, couldn't help frowning, and a trace of ugliness slowly appeared on her face.

"This waste, that's it, it's absolutely impossible for him to go further, the formation of the Moyue Holy Son has always been weak on the periphery and strong on the core, and there are almost no flaws in the core, this waste is just relying on luck, and it must not go one step further!" The arrogant girl of the Loulan Holy Land spoke coldly.

The Moyue Holy Son, who was in a green shirt with black hair, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a powerful and mysterious Dao rhyme on his body, also raised his head slightly at this time, and glanced at Ye Luo, and a slight wave flashed in his eyes like a deep pool.

Ye Luo's footsteps never stopped, under the gaze of many strong, weak, or mysterious monks, Ye Luo walked all the way, nine steps later, still did not stop, until he came to the front of the Moyue Holy Son.

There was a deathly silence in the field.

Is it really luck?

Chu Xiaohuan, Yang Ying and Zhou Xiaoyu all rubbed their eyes vigorously, thinking that this was an illusion.

Really, or fake?

The arrogant girl in the Loulan Holy Land was also full of incredulity in her eyes.

Only, the blue bamboo of the Shangqing Sect in the crowd, a touch of different color flashed in his clear eyes.

The Holy Son of Moyue finally raised his head, the waves in his eyes had turned into a touch of shock, and he looked seriously at this waste star that had been talked about by everyone before.

This formation he laid out was a strange formation that a great power in the ancient period of Tanggu, watching the stars, moon and stars, realized a stoppage and strange formation, if you don't understand the formation, even the big people in the foundation building period can't force it through.

How did this ordinary-looking young man in front of him come about? Every step he took seemed to be a flaw in the formation, and even his master might not be able to accurately find out this flaw, how did this astral waste come about?

"What's that, I'll take the tea away, tsk, you cook it really well, there is a vision of the sun, moon and stars in the tea, young man, just with your tea-making skills, you can mix well in the future, come on, open a teahouse or something in the future, I guarantee to make a lot of money, but your efficiency in making tea is a little low,." Ye Luo said solemnly.

Then, Ye Luo took the four cups on the tea tray, the Xingyue Spirit Tea that can increase the talent of the spiritual root, all of them were picked up, and he seriously taught the powerful, mysterious, and worshiped Moyue Holy Son who was worshiped by the younger generation of disciples, and turned around and left.

The onlookers were all stiff, what did this waste star just say? Let the Holy Son of Moyue, who used the formation to trap and kill the terrifying big man in the foundation building period, open a teahouse?

It seems, listening to Ye Luo's tone, there is still a hint of contempt for inefficiency?

There are more than 30 kinds of elixirs for Xingyue Lingcha alone, among which the few precious elixirs needed are only available in several forbidden areas of life, each of which is sky-high, and the rhyme and procedure of tea are even more mysterious, and the effect is against the sky to improve the quality of the spiritual root.

"Y-How did you break the formation?" The Holy Son of Moyue did not expect that Ye Luo would play his cards so unreasonably, his hand stiffened slightly, and he asked.

"What's the formation? That's how I walked over. Ye Luo didn't turn his head, covered his neck, and since he got close to this underground palace, the beads that had become more and more hot walked towards Chu Xiaohuan and the others, and then said: "You are thirsty, quickly, it won't taste good if it's cold, one cup per person." ”

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In the distance, on a roof, under the stars and moon, the bronze man's face became more and more bitter, looking at the embroidered shoes that were carried by six small paper figures three steps ago, and said: "We have known each other for so many years, how cowardly I am, you don't know, why does this have to be me?" Back then, the Nine Dragons coffin appeared in the Ancient Forbidden Zone, and you didn't even go to check it, but now why are you suddenly interested in this thing? ”

The red embroidered shoes swayed, and six small paper figures wrote a line of red ancient characters with the atmosphere of nameless vicissitudes in the air, printed in the air.

The bronze man looked at it, took a step back in fright, and said: "I don't do it, I haven't seen the lost bead back then, what does this Nine Dragons pull the coffin have to do with the bead, I don't know, I only remember that the black dog of the pit father back then had looked for the traces of the bead, and dug the ancestral graves of three holy places for this purpose, and it may have learned some mysterious news." ”

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Shenshi City, the ancient main road, the most prosperous street, in the center.

Due to the blood moon, the street was deserted a lot, and in the second half of the night, a monk with a thief's eyebrows and a monk with a scar on his face, pulling a flatbed cart, with a big tie on the car and a donkey with a stinky sock stuffed in his mouth, stopped in the center of the most prosperous street in this Shenshi City on weekdays.

And in the center of this ancient, vicissitudes of life, a magnificent atmosphere, fine golden silk nanmu, with the mysterious formation, a master architect built a splendid three-story huge ancient building, majestic.

On the plaque of the ancient building, there are three words engraved: Chengxian Fang.

"Big brother, look at the people, Wu Banxian and the fat man, and we are also from Nanjiang City, you see them mixed, and then look at our mix, hey, the two of them can do pyramid schemes in the cultivation world to this extent, we can only secretly pet the spirit, this special drop and people can't be compared!" The monk, who was a thief with a mouse's eyebrow, sighed.

"Don't talk nonsense, sell this donkey first, go back and try to have a good relationship with the fat man, see if you can help us for the sake of the countryman's face." Scarface spoke.

The anger in the donkey's eyes is like a raging volcano, and the poison on his body is rapidly fading as time goes by.

One of the two watched the donkey, and the other entered.

Long.

"What? You stole a donkey that can speak human language and practice? "The fat man has completely lifted himself out of poverty, and the golden robe of the magic weapon that exudes aura and formation fluctuations on his body is wrapped with difficulty, and in ten months, the fat man has gained a lot of weight.

"Yes, yes! Aren't you in a bad relationship with the donkey species, and you've become a fan of donkey meat? Back then, your brother Yelo was soon dragged to death by a cheating donkey?

I brought you a donkey that can talk and practice this time, cough, the donkey whip is three feet long, absolutely a big supplement, and can also vent the gas, we are all fellow countrymen, the quality of this donkey, can definitely guarantee, we Nanjiang City people come out to mix, reputation first, never pit people, ensure that this donkey is delicious, big supplement! The monk's tone was extraordinarily serious and serious.