After listening to Song Xing's description, the little fat man exclaimed, "Yechen, that must be a martial emperor." ”

Yechen nodded and said, "Yes, except for the Martial Emperor, it is impossible to take down Song Jia so quickly." ”

"General, are you sure?" Song Xing said, "They must have set up a net there, and you should face more than one Martial Emperor." ”

Yechen didn't explain, and said lightly: "You just wait for me here, and I'll go and bring Song Jia back." As for the little fat man, can you keep up?"

The little fat man said: "You fly so fast, you must not be able to keep up." ”

"Oh, I'll slow down. Pay attention to yourself. ”

After saying that, Yechen re-embarked on the Flying Cloud Treasure Ship, and the treasure ship flew into the sky.

The little fat man went to a dense jungle, and after making sure that no one was watching him, the dirt under his feet began to ripple, and then his body sank into the dirt, and then he swam in the dirt like a fish.

After being promoted to the king of martial arts, the speed of the little fat man drilling into the ground is faster than when he was a martial artist before, I don't know how many times, and it is comparable to the running of ordinary people.

The Feiyun Treasure Ship flew slowly, Yechen stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the depths of Tiangou Mountain, the speed of the treasure ship was not fast, as if Yechen was thinking, and he didn't care much about the speed of the treasure ship.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Yechen finally came to the center of Tiangou Mountain, which was a bare mountain range, without a group of dead creatures gathered, not at all like an ordinary Yin Mountain.

It is estimated that the dead creatures here have been cleared by people, so they can calmly arrange the net and wait for themselves to step in.

In the center, there is a recessed basin, and when Yechen stood in the sky, he saw a woman in white tied to a stump inserted into the ground in the center of the basin, and that woman was Song Jia.

It was quiet, and there was no one in sight.

The obvious trap is to let Yechen step in.

Yechen walked out of the bow of the Flying Treasure Ship, and with a right hand move, the Flying Cloud Treasure Ship quickly became smaller and was stuffed into the storage ring by Yechen.

Then Yechen stood in the sky, did not make a move at the first time, silently flapped his wings, and let his body float and sink in the air.

Yechen whispered, "It's really vicious. ”

Five places ten meters away from Song Jia, suddenly a flame rose, the flame was guided, and quickly rushed in the direction of Song Jia, Yechen saw that Song Jia's feet were paved with a layer of fire source stone, if it was ignited by the flame, with the temperature of the fire source stone, it would be able to burn Song Jia who could not use his strength into ashes in a moment.

Below, Song Jia looked up at Yechen, and didn't say anything to make Yechen go quickly, but showed a bright smile at Yechen, as if to say, you are here.

Yechen's body turned into an arc and rushed downward, and then landed next to Song Jia, took out a sword in his right hand and slashed over, and the rope that bound Song Jia was cut off by Yechen.

Song Jia regained her freedom and smiled at Yechen: "I knew it was a trap, but I dared to step in." ”

Yechen said, "Are you afraid?"

Song Jia said: "I was afraid before, I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to come over in time, but now I'm not afraid." ”

"What a loving man and a woman. With the sound of a voice, the scenery around Yechen changed, and it was no longer a bare basin, and flags were displayed around, and a total of thirty-six flags appeared.

The sky was gray, as if it was filled with lead clouds, so that Yechen could not see the blue sky and white clouds that had been before.

With Yechen as the center, a large number of zombies enveloped Yechen, and behind the zombies, there were ghosts and ghosts who let out terrible screams.

Halfway up the mountain, a young man sat on a chair with a smile on his face, and in front of him, there was a table with wine on it.

Beside him, there were seven men in black, and one of the old men posed an even greater threat to Seinfeld.

Yechen looked around, except for the old man who was the Martial Emperor, the rest of the people in black were Martial Kings, and the young man was the Martial Spirit.

Yechen ignored the people on the hillside, and began to take out three small porcelain bottles and a small bowl, from the small porcelain bottle there was a small ball of cyan powder everywhere, and then from another small porcelain bottle everywhere three drops of golden blood, and then took out bottles and jars that Song Jia didn't know at all, and began to tinker with the small bowl constantly.

"Hehe, Yechen, what are you doing, selling medicine?"

The old man of the Martial Emperor beside him said in a deep voice: "This kid wants to break the formation." ”

"Break the formation!" Zhao Quan was stunned, "Hahahahaha, break the formation, this kid actually wants to break the formation, it's so funny, haha." ”

The many martial kings behind Zhao Quan also burst out laughing.

After a long while, Zhao Quan's laughter stopped, and the finger of his right hand pointed at Yechen from afar, and said loudly: "This kid is not sick, he is actually going to break the formation, doesn't he know, the level of my formation? Not to mention a kid who is less than twenty years old and only cultivates martial arts, even if he is a formation mage who has been immersed in the formation for a hundred years, I will give him a day to see if he can break my formation, hahaha." ”

King Wu said with a smile: "I should have learned some formations, so I thought I could give it a try, thinking if I would really break the formation." ”

"That would be even more silly. Zhao Quan said with a smile.

Someone laughed and said: "For the sake of a woman, I rushed into the trap of my son with a hot head, and I must not be a smart person." ”

Then, Zhao Quan said loudly to Yechen: "Boy, don't waste time, take out what I want, I can choose the death you want." ”

"Oh, what do you want?" Yechen replied lightly, and then kept tinkering with his hands, constantly pouring something that others couldn't understand into his small bowl, and then holding a chopstick and stirring it constantly, putting him on his nose from time to time and sniffing it, and licking it with his fingers.

Seeing the things in these small bowls become colorful and green, even Song Jia beside Yechen felt that Yechen's behavior was a little disgusting, why did he have to use his tongue to add it.

Yechen didn't care about the eyes of others at all, and continued to tinker.

Zhao Quan didn't expect that Yechen's answer would dare to be so crisp, and after a pause, he said sharply: "Hand over your soul exercises first." ”

Zhao Quan didn't dare to kill Yechen rashly, if he didn't find the secret he needed, it would be too late to regret it.

Yechen responded: "Okay, come and get it." ”

The crispness of the night once again surprised the people on the hillside.

Zhao Quan paused, and then glanced at the old man of the Martial Emperor beside him, the old man understood, nodded, and his body turned into a silver streamer and shot towards Yechen.

On Yechen's wrist, there was a silver light, which was the light of the corpse ring.

In the light, a silver spear stabbed at the Martial Emperor Elder.

(End of chapter)