The next day, Ye Liu got up early, collected the traces of the station, and wanted to continue walking out of the woods.

The first rays of the morning sun shine on the sparkling surface of the lake, shimmering, like the sea of stars, there are thousands of yin stars twinkling, beating, just like the middle of the whole forest, a heart is constantly beating, slightly green, you can see through the pebbles at the bottom of the lake, full of life.

The breeze blows, the willows by the lake gently sway the graceful figure, the green silk flutters with the wind pieces of catkins leave the mother's arms, follow the wind, slowly rise, like flying snow, dotted with the whole forest, the spring breeze blows, rolls up the catkins, reflects the young man's deep and ignorant and innocent eyes, after all, it still falls into the lakeside like a turquoise mirror, ripples.

In this place like a paradise, Ye Liu climbed a boulder, like a king, overlooking all living beings, and all things bowed down.

"Hmm—it should be pretty good to cultivate in this place." Ye Liu muttered.

"That's pretty good." An abrupt voice sounded abruptly from the woods, not only did Ye Liu cheer up his spirit, the long sword came out of his hand, and the spiritual power flowed.

I saw a middle-aged man walking out of the bushes slowly, with a few wrinkles on his forehead that were not easy to show, his skin was a little rough, his lips were slightly thicker than normal, his ears were slightly drooping, and there was not much hair on his head, like a lake, flashing a little light, just like his fiery pupils, inseparable from Ye Liu, locked on his body.

Ye Liu carefully looked at the middle-aged man in the vermilion robe in front of him, but he was not surprised, and said secretly: "Finally someone has come to accompany me, even if I am a road idiot like me, there will be no one to go with me." Thinking of this, the corners of Ye Liu's mouth hooked an exaggerated arc, and even spit out a few words of laughter.

The wrinkles on the middle-aged man's forehead deepened by half an inch, and his vigorous and powerful hand raised lightly and immediately summoned a crimson spear, revealing his aura to cover the black lines on his head.

"Ahem," the middle-aged man pretended to be serious, "presumably you are the rising star of the contemporary rivers and lakes, and I am the ...... of the contemporary Liujiazhuang."

Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, Ye Liu also added a sentence with a hippie smile: "The willow tree is good!" "The middle-aged man's heart is also sweet and sour, bitter and salty - do we know each other?

(From here on, middle-aged people are officially called willows)

Having said that, Ye Liu's inner vigilance did not let go at all, and he looked at Uncle Liu who was hidden in front of him with full attention, and Uncle Liu Ye looked at the young man in Tsing Yi who had just reached the age of fourteen in front of him, and a sense of insult that poured fire on his heart arose.

"Ahem," Uncle Liu relieved his embarrassment, "That, are you interested in rubbing with me twice?" Willow originally wanted to give advice, but then he thought in his heart, he was really angry not to beat this kid - no, even if he did, it was not enough to relieve him.

"Okay!" Ye Liu knew that in this deep mountain and old forest, it would be easy for the other party to kill him, this was giving himself a chance, so it was better to accept it happily. "Then the rules ......"

"Enough for the undead!" Uncle Liu's emotions finally couldn't be suppressed, and as the aura burst out, the spear was revealed, burning a raging flame, and his whole body was glowing with a pale red luster, as if a god descended to earth.

With the injection of spiritual energy, the sword blade was exposed, and a little starlight poured out of it, canceling out the high temperature.

"In the rivers and lakes, the realm is divided into eighteen levels, one is ten orders, among them, the gap between the ninth order and the tenth order is not large, but each weight is at least a gap of more than thirty percent." Uncle Liu strode forward, regardless of whether he listened or not. "One to nine levels, it is the stage of the mortal world, since the tenth level, it is either a god or a demon!"

As Uncle Liu pressed in, Ye Liu found that Uncle Liu's body was constantly releasing coercion, and the secret path was not good, the air around him became hot and viscous, and breathing became more and more difficult.

"I've reached the seventh-level third-order so far," Uncle Liu took another step forward, and the coercion became even stronger, "As for you, it's just a one-level tenth-order with good talent, but you have never seen the world of rivers and lakes." ”

"I only use a tenth-order aura to fight with you, you go if you win, and follow me if you lose."

Ye Liu exhaled a breath of turbidity, at least his life was worry-free, but he felt that what was in front of him now was a fire beast dressed in human skin......

(Author's note: What was written earlier is a bit funny...... It's better later, the next chapter is more important, well, that's it...... ）