When Wu Ye walked into Zhongyang Town, it was the most lively time of the day when the traffic was busy and the people were buzzing.

It's just that the moment he stepped on the long street in the town, the hustle and bustle of the street market instantly lost its sound and turned into a dead tomb, and all the townspeople looked at him dumbfounded, turning into an idol of clay sculpture!

The child stopped crying, the adults stopped making trouble, Dr. Tea looked at him blankly, filled with tea, but he didn't stop, letting the hot tea spill out of the tea table and flow onto the tea guest's legs, but the tea guest didn't say a word, looking at Wu Ye stupidly.

Even the stray dogs wandering around the market seemed to have been immobilized, and the urine that had been sprinkled halfway was stopped, and one hind leg was crossed, looking at him pitifully.

No one dared to speak, everyone could only look at each other's indignation with their eyes.

"Help, folks, run away, Nan Batian is back again!"

"Good people don't live long, and if they are plagued for a thousand years, I know that Wang Biao is not so easy to die!"

"Oh my God, open your eyes, and quickly send a thunderbolt to kill this beast!"

Wu Ye had a shameful smile on his face, nodded to the villagers, and Shi Shiran walked through the town.

He didn't want to go back to the Wang family, but such a big event happened last night - the three members of the Liuyun Sword Sect were killed, and the tyrant Xia Wei's exercises were robbed, and the Liuyun Sword Sect would definitely not give up.

Wang Muling is a new member of the Liuyun Sword Sect, and the people who died in the reeds are all members of the Wang clan, he, the patriarch of the Wang family, can't get out of it, rather than waiting for others to find the door, it is better to confess and be lenient first.

Anyway, everyone was killed by the Canglang Sword Sect, and he also left a domineering rune exposed, and this account was not on his head.

As soon as he walked to the door of Wang's house, Wu Ye knew that his decision was extremely wise - there were more than a dozen warriors in fresh clothes and angry horses standing at the door of the old mansion, as well as seven or eight swordsmen with angry eyebrows, embroidered with the logo of the Liuyun Sword Sect, and a middle-aged female swordsman with white temples and fairy wind bones standing at the door, with an unstoppable momentum like a blade that made others dare not approach, only Wang Muling was serving carefully beside him.

"She is Wang Muling's master, the true disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect, and her words are quiet!" Wu Ye's footsteps faltered, and he adjusted his mentality for a moment, pretending to be frightened for the rest of his life, and greeted him.

As expected, the disciples of the Liuyun Sword Sect had already discovered the runes in the sky above the reeds, and they also saw the traces of the fire talisman burning from the ashes of Yan Zhenzong, and the spearhead had already been aimed at the Canglang Sword Sect, but they didn't bother Wu Ye much.

A few people came, arrogantly interrogated, he pinched his head and tail, hid his origin and the tyrant's skull, but presented the middle section 1510, saying that he accidentally found that the little slave in the family was sneaky in the middle of the night, and followed a few clansmen all the way, to the reeds, bumped into Yan Zhenzong's inheritance, the two sides were fired, and the clansmen were slaughtered, he jumped into the Heishui River, and barely picked up a surname.

These words have been repeatedly scrutinized on the road, and there is no flaw at all, and the people of the Liuyun Sword Sect still thought that Wu Ye was just a vulgar hillbilly, where did they expect that some of the tyrant relics they had been thinking about for a long time were in Wu Ye's finger bones, and they asked a few times, and saw that he answered him fluently, consistently, but they were not interested in paying attention to this bully.

Wu Ye didn't bother to flatter these Liuyunmen people who had horns on their heads and looked down on people, Gu Zi returned to the room, locked the door, sat cross-legged on the bed, and put down the veil, which released Ma Boguang from the Five Yin Transformation Divine Ring.

Last night, he walked along the Heishui River for a long time, just wondering if he should immediately discover the secret hidden in Xia Wei's skull.

There is no doubt that this is a treasure that is in no way inferior to the "Seven Star War World Decision", and it must contain the endless exercises, wisdom and power of the tyrant Xia Wei!

However, the relics of such a powerful man in the wilderness contain the infinite power of destroying the heavens and the earth, and rashly cultivating is like a blind man and a blind horse galloping on a cliff, and there is a chance that he will be crushed to pieces!

He didn't want to take unnecessary risks, so he hesitated again and again, but he still suppressed his thoughts and decided to cultivate the Yin Fu Sect's basic body quenching technique first, at least when he stepped into the innate realm, and then it was not too late to explore the mystery of the tyrant's skull.

As for the Wang family's plan to "replace the dead ghost" against him, this is not simple, when the time comes, the soles of your feet will be smeared with oil, and you will be lucky? You are unkind, I am unjust, God is fair, he tiger and scorpion have no responsibility to be loyal to the Wang family!

The old man circled around Wu Ye, and said respectfully: "Let Wu Lao know that although the Yin Fu Sect is a sect that mainly cultivates talismans, it also has some body quenching techniques for cultivating low-level disciples, but it is necessary to let the pony enter Wu Lao's body first, and explore Wu Lao's limbs and bones, strange scriptures and eight veins, in order to find a body quenching technique that is most suitable for Wu Lao's cultivation!"

Wu Ye nodded, the current Ma Boguang is just an ordinary wandering spirit, as long as his mind moves, he can immediately bombard with fire, and he is not afraid of what he will do.

Ma Boguang's ghost gradually dissipated, turning into a faint black mist, which was swallowed by Wu Ye's big mouth, turned around in his abdomen, and then split into four wisps from his nostrils and ear holes, and re-condensed in mid-air, but his expression was extremely heavy.

Seeing his expression, Wu Ye was overjoyed and asked eagerly, "What's the matter?"

Ma Boguang was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart, how can this kid seem to want to become a waste of wood? After hesitating again and again, he still said the truth: "Elder Wu, that's the case, your body, no matter how you cultivate, it is impossible to break through the peak of the day after tomorrow and set foot in the innate martial realm, and the final combat power will probably remain at the seventh level of the day after tomorrow, and the skill will first enter the realm of the viscera. ”

"What's the matter?" Wu Ye was really anxious at this time, grabbed Ma Boguang, and said viciously, "I can't become a waste of firewood, I can endure it! Why can I only cultivate to the seventh level of the day after tomorrow? Even if my qualifications are mediocre, isn't the Yin Fu Sect's body quenching technique very clever? I can't even achieve a peak of the day after tomorrow?"

Ma Boguang got out of Wu Ye's fingers, and was blown by Wu Ye's anger, and screamed again and again: "Wu Lao is angry, listen to what Xiao Ma says! The cultivation road in the world is divided into heavenly way, royal way, and domineering!"

"It is a collection of heaven and earth luck, born at the right time, and there are all kinds of heavenly treasures, adventures and adventures, a year of cultivation to others for ten years, a hundred years, this is the way of heaven, can not be found!"

"Good qualifications, and firm will, can endure hardship, can endure loneliness, have abundant ingredients, medicinal materials and the guidance of famous teachers, step by step, slowly cultivate, and finally achieve positive results, this is the royal road!"

"The qualifications are average, but they are in a hurry, and they use all kinds of drugs to promote their potential, and they will reach their own limits within a few years, which is domineering!"

"Wu Lao, what you are walking is domineering, although this method is soaring, but it has already brought full potential into your life, you are now the acquired fivefold, and it is the limit to be able to practice to the seventh level in the future, and it is impossible to reach the peak of the day after tomorrow, let alone impact the innate martial realm!"

"This is because domineering is also superior! You are walking the most inferior domineering!"

"I don't know how your master taught you, you must have used a lot of violent drugs on you, and you didn't care about laying a good foundation at all, blindly improving the realm, it was like building a tower on the beach, three or five layers were built for you, seven or eight floors don't even think about it, a gust of wind blows, it is the situation of the tower destroying people!"

Wu Ye was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and suddenly his mind moved, and from the deepest part of the memory fragment, he suddenly turned out several dark memories that even Wang Biao had long forgotten.

A strong man with a white face and a hideous face pressed Wang Biao, who was still a teenager, into a boiling cauldron, the pot was full of fishy and sticky green liquid, which made Wang Biao blister all over his body, and screamed miserably, the strong man still pressed Wang Biao's head vigorously, rising and falling in the cauldron, and screamed strangely: "Little bastard, give me practice, give me practice, give me good practice!"

This strong man is Wang Biao's father-in-law, the real master of the Wang family, Wang Qing!

The hellish torture lasted for a year, and this extremely cruel memory, along with the childhood years spent in Niubiliang's hometown, was sealed in the depths of Wang Biao's brain and seemed to have long been forgotten.

But Wang Biao was born with a brutal surname and did a lot of evil, and he was not trained by this cruel torture!

Wu Ye's mind was racing, and he instantly understood:

"Wang Qing is not sincere in accepting the righteous son at all, just looking for a substitute for the dead ghost, of course, he is using the most inferior domineering method to urge the substitute ghost to become a second-rate master, and he can be sent out to die, no matter what about the substitute ghost!"

"Co-author, we are the eel that took the pregnancy avoidant, the watermelon that was injected with the ripening agent, the pork that was injected with water, and the sea cucumber that forcibly gained weight!"

"Okay, you old ghost Wang Qing, it's really fucking insidious, I will settle this evil account with you one day, and it can be regarded as repaying the favor that Wang Biao gave me my body!"

Wu Ye was so angry that the roots of his teeth hurt, and he gritted his teeth and said, "According to your words, I will be a third-rate bully who uses the "Five Tigers Broken Door Knife" at most in my life?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Oh, there's still hope?" said Takeno.

Ma Boguang said: "Such a domineering method, the iron man can't stand it, that is, you don't feel much because you are young, after sixty, you must be riddled with diseases, invaded by a hundred ghosts, stay in bed for a long time, and even break your muscles and veins, become paralyzed, and you may not even be able to pick up your ears and spoons, where can you still play the Five Tigers Broken Door Knife and be a third-rate bully?"

"What--I'm not going to be a scrap until I'm sixty years old?

Wu Ye was furious, his burning eyes penetrated the roof, penetrated the clouds, and vaguely saw the golden and brilliant heavenly realm, and the high priest sneered contemptuously at him:

"Ant-like things, I also want to go against the sky, to be the protagonist of this heaven and earth? Obediently accept your fate, don't resist! The more you resist, the worse this god will suppress you! Haha, hahahaha!"

A quick knock on the door sounded at this moment.

Wu Ye's mind was full of chaotic thoughts, and he didn't know where to vent his brute strength, so he didn't bother to pay attention to it.

The knock on the door became louder and louder, and later it became the sound of slamming the door, and a large cloud of dust fell on the beams of the house.

Wu Ye had no choice but to move over inch by inch, and when he opened the door to look, it was Wang Muling, followed by several wolf-like family members, all of whom were not dealing with "Wang Biao".

"Wang Biao, last night you didn't consult with the elders, you made your own opinion, and more than 30 good people in the family gave away their surnames in vain, and this account must all be counted on your head!" Wang Muling pointed at him, and his heart was very happy.