"Young Master!"

Wang Dazhu, who was dozing, heard Ye Changsheng's voice, and hurriedly stretched his hand out of the blood pool to greet Changsheng.

Ye Changsheng smiled and said, "How do you feel?"

Sledgehammer scratched his head and grinned: "I can't say, it's very comfortable anyway, more comfortable than a bathhouse!"

"It's good to be comfortable. Changsheng was relieved.

Weakness is not replenished, and he is really afraid that the sledgehammer will devour so many drug essences, but it will damage himself.

Soon, the boiling blood became clear and transparent, and the essence was exhausted.

Sledgehammer stood up, bared his muscles, and happily walked into the quenching pool next door.

After the twelfth quenching, the seventh star finally appeared on Wang Dazhu's chest.

Ye Xiangnan secretly wiped a handful of sweat, if the sledgehammer was quenched again, the inventory would not be enough.

Seeing Wang Dazhui laughing heartlessly, Ye Xiangnan couldn't help but tease: "Sledgehammer, it's really good, you, hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, let you toss it." ”

How many taels of silver?

It seems that there is still a word "10,000"?

Sledgehammer's eyes widened, suspecting that his ears had misheard.

Ye Xiangnan deliberately kept a straight face, crossed his fingers and said: "A pack of Seven Star Pei Yuan San, sold for 20,000 taels of silver for the White Tiger Villa, put it on the market, at least 50,000 taels of silver per pack, and there is no market." Do you count, how many packs did you use today?"

"Ten, twelve packs," Wang Dazhu's face turned pale and his teeth chattered, "that is, six, six hundred thousand taels of silver!"

600,000 taels of silver?!

Uh-oh.

Goo-dong.

Sledgehammer rolled his eyes and fell directly to the ground, fainting.

Ye Changsheng and Qiu Tianzuo, who were talking, hurried over when they heard the movement.

Da Offering squatted down, probed for a moment and said, "Childe, it's not a big deal, but he has accumulated a large amount of quenching essence in his body, and he must absorb it as soon as possible." ”

Ye Xiangnan was also startled, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Qiu Tianzuo's words.

He looked embarrassed and hurriedly confessed to Ye Changsheng.

Ye Changsheng shook his head helplessly, lowered his eyes slightly, and began to search for the memories of the Infinite Demon Venerable.

After a while, he really found a training method for sledgehammers, but it was a little too outlierous.

The corners of Ye Changsheng's mouth hooked a smile, and he said to Qiu Tianzuo: "Great offering, hang the sledgehammer and whip it hard." ”

Qiu Tianzuo was stunned for a moment, and nodded thoughtfully.

Whipping his body is equivalent to heavy massage and blood, and it can't do much damage to a sledgehammer with rough skin and thick flesh.

Of course, whipping does not mean picking up a whip and splitting the head and covering the face, but there is a lot of exquisiteness.

Ye Changsheng told Qiu Tianzuo some precautions one by one, and Qiu Tianzuo was eye-opening and secretly surprised.

Childe is really a genius, and he knows such a strange forging method.

The powerful body of the sledgehammer's talent, coupled with the cultivation method tailored for him by Childe, makes people look forward to it.

Ye Changsheng said a few more words to Qiu Tianzuo, left the West Garden, and returned to his small courtyard.

The matter of the Hong family has been settled, and the next thing is the ethereal sword.

No matter what Changsheng wants, one thing remains the same, and that is that he must have great strength.

The evil qi of the ancient tomb has been thinned and is no longer suitable for cultivation, but fortunately, there are still seven bloody scepters in his hands.

The magic of application lies in one mind.

The Seven Evil Arrays that harmed people's insanity became props for cultivation in Ye Changsheng's hands.

Thanks to the blood crystals sent by Wu Zhen and the control method sent by the magic bell, otherwise, Changsheng would really not be able to play the Seven Evil Arrays.

In the cultivation secret room, the red light flickered, and the blood shadow was heavy.

Seven black rods were inserted into the crevices of the stone floor, forming a circle.

In the center of the magic circle, Ye Changsheng was dressed in white and had white hair, like a white jade statue, sitting in the ethereal blood mist.

The demon beast blood crystal at the top of the Blood Scepter was flashing with a bewitching light, and the flickering frequency perfectly matched Ye Changsheng's breathing and heartbeat.

Streams of bloody qi escaped from the blood crystals, like wandering elves, hovering over Ye Changsheng's chest.

Under the operation of "The Secret Record of the Demon Heart", the evil qi was quickly transformed into a cool soul power, soaring, nourishing Ye Changsheng's soul.

Changsheng's highly tense spirit slowly relaxed, and the fatigue of many days was swept away.

It's a pity that the blood crystal of the fifth-level demon beast can't provide too much evil qi, and it can replenish his soul sea space to nine feet.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the light of the seven blood crystals vanished, turning into gray gravel.

The blood crystal, worth 30,000 taels of silver, is gone.

This is still the result of his deliberate control of the rhythm, if it is the "Secret Record of the Floating Tu" of the refining chapter, I am afraid that it will not be able to hold up for thirty breaths.

Through his inner vision, Ye Changsheng looked at the black lotus flower in the Qi Sea space, and his heart was full of anticipation.

Seventy-two petals have been half lit, and the light is constant, which shows that the previous realm has been stabilized.

As long as the remaining 36 petals are lit, the foundation is completed.

In the sea of air, above the floating lotus, a majestic floating slaughter rises, how magnificent should it be?

After a breath of pranayama, Ye Changsheng's body, spirit, and vitality climbed to the peak at the same time.

He stood up in high spirits, came to the small courtyard, and began to practice the "Three Styles of the Demon Dragon".

The Xuan-level martial art "Demon Dragon Three Styles" has only three styles in total, and each style has nine variations.

The first type of tyrannosaurus slash, Changsheng has been able to hit double the crit 100%, which can be described as a success.

The second type of Flying Dragon Slash, Changsheng has practiced to the highest level of nine consecutive slashes, which can be described as complete.

The third type of speed dragon slash is not so easy to cultivate.

Speedy Dragon Slash, as the name suggests, exerts all its power on the sword, allowing the speed of this sword to reach its limit.

To reach the limit of speed, you need to have strong power support first, and then super control of power.

Both are indispensable.

It can be said that the two styles before "The Three Styles of the Demon Dragon" are both laying the foundation for the third style.

Swift Dragon Slash is the culmination of "Three Styles of the Demon Dragon"!

The strongest sword that gathers Dacheng is naturally not easy to cultivate, but it is only in the realm of Xiaocheng, so it is required to cut out sixteen swords in one breath.

Before, the immortal strength was insufficient, so I could only practice the essentials of the movements.

More time, he used the carving knife in his hand to figure out the sword intent and mystery of the speed dragon slash.

Now his realm has been consolidated, and his basic attack power has exceeded 10,000 catties.

Cultivating "Speed Dragon Slash" with the power of 10,000 catties will naturally come to fruition.

Changsheng drew his sword, his movements went from slow to fast, and his body was completely stretched.

For a while, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the clear sword light sometimes pierced the night sky, leaving behind afterimages.

The so-called fast, one is to instantly infuse powerful power, and the other is to reduce the resistance of the sword to the minimum.

With the super affinity between him and the sword, each of Ye Changsheng's swords was adjusting the angle to reduce the resistance of the air.

The movements of his sword are becoming more and more smooth, and the speed of his sword is getting faster and faster.

The trajectory of the blade gliding in the wind became clearer and clearer.

Ye Changsheng looked at the afterimage of the sword in the night sky, and in his mind, a spiritual light flashed in an instant.

The air flow in the air is a resistance, so why can't it be a driving force?

I was thinking about how to reduce the resistance of the sword, but why didn't I think that I could actually borrow power!

Almost without pause, Ye Changsheng slashed out with a sword.

A sword as fast as lightning, when the resistance increased to a critical point, Ye Changsheng's wrist shook slightly, and the trajectory of the sword suddenly changed.

What was originally the resistance of the sword suddenly turned into power.

The speed of the sword suddenly accelerated!

This feeling is mysterious and mysterious, and it cannot be described.

It's like, you pick up a chopstick and place it smoothly across your fingertips.

But if you want to explain how to do it, how to find the balance of chopsticks at a glance, it is impossible to say.

Changsheng caught the critical point of resistance again and again, and completed fifteen line changes in one go.

Facing the dawn of dawn, Ye Changsheng shouted softly, jumped high, and quickly swung the long sword in his hand.

It looks like a sword, but it splits sixteen swords in an instant!

Floating to the ground, Ye Changsheng looked up at the distorted sword remnant, with a bright smile on his face.

One breath and sixteen swords, the speed dragon slashes Xiaocheng!