"Vein Casting Secret Technique", the more you go to the back, the higher the grade of the demon beast essence blood required, the price is naturally multiplied, the spirit crystal obtained from Bu Xuan, after Ye Wushuang spent all of it, Ye Wushuang recast a total of thirty-five Xuan veins, one Xuan vein, that is, Zhou Tian Consummation in the Xuan Vein.

But because the demon beast essence blood was exhausted, Ye Wushuang could only stop, which made Ye Wushuang depressed.

In the courtyard, Han Shan waved his sword, and where the sharp sword qi passed, the autumn leaves were all divided into two, looking at the slaughter in Han Shan's hands, Ye Wushuang was a little moved.

"How's this knife?"

Ye Wushuang's eyes were hot.

"It's okay, there are better ones, but it's a pity that the strength is not enough!"

When Han Shan said this, he didn't seem to be very satisfied with the sword slaughter.

Weapons are divided into: mortal weapons, spiritual weapons, treasure weapons, and artifacts.

At this time, the battle knife slaughter in Han Shan's hand was a spiritual weapon, and it was a high-grade spiritual weapon, worth tens of thousands of spiritual crystals.

"Is there anything better?"

When Ye Wushuang heard Han Shan's words, he instantly became excited, and his eyes were full of heat.

"It's boring to be idle, or let's go and have a look!"

Ye Wushuang looked at Han Shan and blinked.

"Okay!"

Han Shan cracked his mouth and smiled.

"Good brother!"

Ye Wushuang patted Han Shan's shoulder and walked towards the mound.

The mound is a forbidden place in the Daxu School Palace, it is a place where the predecessors in the Daxu School Palace have sat down for thousands of years, leaving the blades, and the sword mound is full of all kinds of willpower.

At this time, in front of the yozuka, a lot of disciples gathered.

These disciples are all cultivators above the Great Zhou Tian of the Xuanmai Realm, but at this time, many disciples had bloodshot on the corners of their mouths, and their faces were pale and they sat outside the mound to heal their injuries.

Apparently not long ago, he was injured when he entered the mound, and the injuries were not minor.

"This guy is here again?"

At this time, the disciples who were healing outside the mound saw Han Shan reappearing, and their expressions were not very good-looking.

Han Shan is Zhou Tian's cultivation in the Xuanmai realm, but yesterday, he broke into the depths of the mound alive, and took out a medium-grade spiritual weapon to slaughter, which made them envious to the extreme, and at the same time, they were deeply shocked.

Seeing Han Shan appear, even the old man who was stationed outside the mound and had been cultivating cross-legged for I don't know how many years also opened his eyes.

"Young man, with your cultivation, the medium-grade spiritual weapon is enough for you to use, even if you can get a higher-quality weapon, it will only bring you disadvantage. ”

The old man's eyes fell on Han Shan's body and said kindly.

"Senior, I understand that I came today to ask you for advice on the Seven Swords of the Heavens. ”

Han Shan bowed to the old man and sat cross-legged.

"Good!"

A hint of appreciation appeared on the old man's face.

"Senior, what conditions do you need to enter the yozuka. ”

At this time, Ye Wushuang saw Han Shan sitting cross-legged regardless of him, and begged the old man for guidance on knife techniques, but Ye Wushuang could only ask the old man.

"No conditions, but 、、、、、、"

"Understood!"

When Ye Wushuang heard half of the old man's words, he couldn't wait to rush into the mound.

Even the old man was demented at this time.

"This idiot!"

Seeing Ye Wushuang's figure disappear at lightning speed, Han Shan was stunned for a moment, and an unfathomable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he scolded angrily.

After three breaths, a scream came out of the mound.

"Help!"

"Boom!"

A figure ran out of the mound in an extremely embarrassed posture, covered in clothes, all cut by various weapons such as sword qi and sword qi, like a beggar.

The body went out of the mound, and the shock was uncertain.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he said to Han Shan, "What's the matter?"

Just now, it almost killed him.

"Boy, you survived. ”

Looking at Ye Wushuang, the old man felt incredible.

"Naturally, it's just a broken mound, how can you get my Ye Wushuang's life?"

Ye Wushuang smiled, stretched out his hand and pulled his shirt, and the clothes on his body turned into pieces of rags and fell, which made Ye Wushuang extremely embarrassed.

"Senior, why are they okay?"

Ye Wushuang just found out that in the mound, none of the disciples were attacked, only he, it seemed that the weapons in the mound were very unwelcome to him, which made Ye Wushuang very depressed, and asked questions at this time.

"Bastard, you can't die if you want to, you dare to break into the mound like this!"

At this time, the old man who reacted glared angrily and scolded Ye Wushuang.

"Ahem!"

"Seniors, it's all juniors who don't understand the rules and are reckless, I'm sorry!"

At this time, Ye Wushuang was very embarrassed.

"Humph!"

Looking at Ye Wushuang, the old man was very angry.

"Hold the token and!"

The old man scolded and threw a token at Ye Wushuang. Above the token, there is a mysterious text, and I don't know what it means.

"Is that all there is to it?"

Ye Wushuang smiled at the old man, the scene just now made Ye Wushuang frightened.

However, this time, the old man ignored it directly, which made Ye Wushuang very depressed.

"Go ahead!"

Han Shan glanced at Ye Wushuang and nodded.

"Hey, hey, then I'm leaving!"

Ye Wushuang kissed the token lightly and walked towards the mound.

In the mound, knives, guns, swords, halberds, clubs, etc., were everywhere, and among these weapons, the faint will that emanated turned into a huge white tiger phantom.

Looking at the White Tiger Shadow, Ye Wushuang was very jealous at this time. Because it was not a person who was chasing him just now, but this white tiger phantom.

This time, Ye Wushuang could be said to be extremely cautious, he didn't dare to be as reckless as he was just now.

Ye Wushuang held the token in both hands, and the white tiger phantom entrenched in the air glanced at Ye Wushuang lightly, and then he didn't pay attention, making Ye Wushuang let out a long breath of turbidity.

"Whew!"

The hanging heart finally let go, and a smile appeared on the corner of Ye Wushuang's mouth, and he walked towards the soldier's mound.

The mound is divided into several large areas, and the quality of weapons in each area is naturally different.

Ye Wushuang directly crossed the area of the lower grade of the spirit weapon and walked towards the middle grade area.

"Humph!"

"Can you come here?"

At this time, a pale young man with a languid expression and a pale face glanced at Ye Wushuang and said disdainfully.

"Why can't I come?"

Ye Wushuang looked at each other and said puzzled.

"Because of you, not qualified?"

The young man was not polite to Ye Wushuang at all.

"Then why are you here?"

Ye Wushuang looked at each other, blinked and asked.

Hearing Ye Wushuang's words, a hint of mockery appeared on the young man's face, "Because I'm better than you?"

"Really?"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Wushuang's mouth, and his body turned into a phantom, appearing in front of the man, and punching the man's abdomen.

Although this punch did not show any martial arts, but the power of the fifty-three brute bulls, the injured young man was able to take it at this time.

"Wow!"

The young man's face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"You're looking for death!"

The young man looked up, his eyes blood-red.

"You're the one looking for death!"

Ye Wushuang smiled at the corner of his mouth, and punched the young man's face, deforming the young man's face.

"You say you're better than Lao Tzu, I don't believe it!"

"Ah、、、、、、h

To the young man, Ye Wushuang was not polite at all, punched and kicked, knowing that the other party begged for mercy, Ye Wushuang stopped.

"Why don't we have a competition?" Ye Wushuang said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"No、、、 no!"

When the man heard Ye Wushuang's words, his face turned pale with fright.

"Coward!"

"Boom!"

Ye Wushuang kicked out, and the man's body flew out upside down, and he passed out directly.

For this kind of person, Ye Wushuang is not polite at all.

People respect me, I respect people.

If anyone insults me, he will repay it tenfold, a hundredfold, or a thousandfold.