[Chapter Word Count:2477Last Updated:2015-04-2710:01:34.0]

Another crunch sounded.

Still fighting?

Boy, are you addicted? Or do you want to deliberately molest Zhu Sijia, the eldest lady, in public?

The three of them wailed in their hearts, extremely annoyed by the actions of the night, they knew that this was the case, and they didn't dare to come if they were killed.

The three of them hated and feared, and their legs and stomachs trembled.

Even Zhu Sijia dared to fight like this in public, what else did Ye Chuan dare not do?

The temperament of the immortal has changed greatly, it seems that after experiencing a death, the senior brother Ye Chuan, who was timid and afraid of things in the past, has really become a hob meat, and whoever bumps into it will be unlucky!

After waiting for a while, the little fat man felt that something was wrong. Ye Chuan slapped again, but only the three male disciples were wailing, why didn't Zhu Sijia himself move and was knocked unconscious?

The little fat man Zhao Dazhi turned his head with difficulty to look, fortunately, Zhu Sijia didn't faint, but he was slapped with his ass high, and he was embarrassed to look up.

"Alas, winter is coming, why are there so many flies?"

Ye Chuan shook his head, flicked off a dead fly in his palm, and took a herb for the little fat man and the others to smell, and the group of four gradually regained their senses, "Let's go, cultivate well in the future, don't run around in the middle of the night." Otherwise, I'll spank you again! If you don't teach well, it's a dereliction of duty on my part!"

The four of them hurriedly slipped away, and when they were about to go out, Zhu Sijia turned around and glared at Ye Chuan fiercely, and then twisted the little fat man's ears and walked out, "Dead fat man, you say, why are you so rubbish, you can't even handle a guy who is a martial artist?"

"Ah...... , Jiajia, you tap, my ears are going to fall off. It's not my trash, it's Ye Chuan's senior brother who is not human, who knows that he has been prepared?"

"Hmph, a little bit of **, you can't bear it? Usually don't you say that a wild boar can be killed with one punch?"

"Jiajia, senior brother, he is more terrible than a wild boar, don't you can't bear it, you were beaten the same way?"

"What did you say? Where was I beaten?"

"No, Jiajia, you weren't beaten, I didn't see anything. Ouch, tap, my ears ......"

The cold wind brought the voices of several people, and the group of four quickly left.

As expected, the little fat man who boasted about Haikou before was unlucky.

Seeing the four of them go away, Ye Chuan smiled, turned around to look at the dead flies that fell to the ground, and his face sank slightly.

The Ghost Hand Medicine King used to be a rabbit demon, and his favorite thing to eat was all kinds of medicinal herbs, and the Cloud Mist Sect he created single-handedly was famous for cultivating medicinal herbs and refining pills. There are many medicinal herbs planted on each mountain peak in the sect, and they are all forbidden and guarded, and ordinary pests cannot enter and cannot survive.

Winter is coming, and at this time there are many flies suddenly on the mountain, which is very unusual!

Ye Chuan flew and walked out of the Ziyun Courtyard and walked around the mountain peak, and after three hours, he came back with a cold face.

After patrolling around Ziyun Peak, Ye Chuan really found that something was wrong, there were flies flying around in the Ziyun Courtyard, there were more flies next to the medicinal herbs on the mountain, and some precious medicinal herbs were even full of black flies, and many of the medicinal herbs had withered. If this continues, it won't be long before all the medicinal herbs in the Cloud Mist Sect will die, and it will not be possible to refine a single pill.

"With compound eyes on the head and a hook on the tail, and likes to suck blood, this is not an ordinary fly, it is a wild xenomorph. The Cloud Mist Sect left by the old rabbit, it seems that there is really going to be a catastrophe!"

Ye Chuan grabbed a buzzing and struggling fly, silently recited the exercises, forced out a drop of essence blood from his middle finger, and landed on the fly with a flick of his fingers.

The flies that were struggling calmed down all of a sudden, and a wonderful feeling of flesh and blood came to Ye Chuan's heart. It seems that the fly has become a part of the body, stretching and stretching like a finger.

Domestication!

The Demon Devouring Technique obtained in the Valley of the Buried Gods can not only quickly strengthen the body's cultivation to make great progress, but also domesticate the demon beasts in the world!

Millions of years ago, when he covered the sky with one hand, Ye Chuan subdued many masters, among which there were many demon beasts like the Ghost Hand Medicine King, the founder of the Cloud Mist Sect. At that time, it was forcibly conquered by strong force, and whoever dared to disobey was directly crushed. Now it's different, with blood as a guide, with supreme martial arts to leave your mark in the body of the demon beast, flesh and blood are connected, and you don't have to worry about the betrayal of the demon beast under your subordinates.

"New exercises, new beginnings, Black Python Emperor, Blue-Eyed Demon Queen, and the Abyss Great Sage, my good brother, I...... Ye Chuan is back."

Ye Chuan muttered to himself, his eyes getting colder and colder, and threw the newly domesticated fly into a crystal bottle and locked it up. After thinking about it, he found a medicinal herb, dropped a few drops of purple liquid into the crystal bottle, and put the bottle on the desk next to him.

After the completion of the project, I looked up, the night was thick in the sky, there was no light, and the sky was full of dark clouds and wind and rain were coming.

When the sky was bright, Zhu Sijia came again, a huge group of people.

In addition to the fat man Zhao Dazhi and other outer disciples, there was also a group of outstanding inner disciples who accompanied him. Among them, a young man in a green robe walking beside Zhu Sijia was particularly outstanding, the Yushu Linfeng Heavenly Court was full, and his eyes contained essence, obviously a monk who had transcended the category of martial artists. Compared with Zhu Sijia, who is a monk, Xiuwei seems to be more proud, and the two of them talked, laughed and secretly offered courtesy along the way.

After going down the mountain last night, Zhu Sijia didn't sleep well all night, and she couldn't sleep at all.

Her ass was slapped in public, and she was still in that position, and the more she thought about it after she went down the mountain, the more angry she became, and before dawn, she asked someone to ask for the guilt.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, but it is too long for a woman to take revenge for one night.

All night, Zhu Sijia couldn't wait.

If the dark one doesn't work, then come to the bright one, and take the opportunity to teach Ye Chuan a hard lesson. If you have revenge, you don't want to take revenge, not to mention, she is not a gentleman at all, she is a woman, of course she has to take revenge.

Ye Chuan was cleaning the courtyard, and after hearing the footsteps, he opened the door and walked out, looking at the mighty group of people with some surprise, and then smiled evilly, and looked at Zhao Dazhi, the fat man who was following Zhu Sijia and was a little dodgy, "What, fat man, is your ass itching again?"

"I, I ......"

The fat man wanted to say that it was none of his business, but he was swept away by Zhu Sijia's cold eyes, and he was in a cold sweat.

God is pitiful, I was slapped by Ye Chuan's broom last night, and my butt is still hurting now. It hurts to walk, it hurts to sleep, I can only sleep on my stomach when I sleep, and it is useless to apply any gold sore medicine. Ye Chuan smiled, and the little fat man was shocked, leaving a psychological shadow.

"Dead fatty, it's really useless, go quickly!"

Zhu Sijia pushed the fat man hard, and seeing that the latter was still cowering, he simply stepped forward and deliberately stood up the already tall and strong twin peaks, "Boy, it's time to challenge." Come on, you and I will fight for three hundred rounds, and see if it is me Zhu Sijia who is powerful, or if you, the senior brother, have great powers. Wash your ass clean, don't get my hands dirty!"

As soon as she saw Ye Chuan, Zhu Sijia had itchy teeth, and she couldn't wait to do it immediately.

"What kind of challenge, Jiajia, before we left last night, did we have an appointment?" Ye Chuan smiled evilly, looked at his palm, and seemed to be reminiscing about the taste of the slap on Zhu Sijia's buttocks, Zhu Sijia was even more angry, and was about to go berserk.

"Jiajia, let Senior Brother Jin teach this kid a lesson for you. ”

The young man in the green robe who had been following Zhu Sijia stood up, and Ye Chuan suddenly felt a powerful coercion rushing towards him, and he instantly felt suffocated.

"Who are you?" Ye Chuan asked.

"Hehe, your surname is Jin, just an ordinary inner disciple of the Alchemy Hall, the senior brother has been practicing in retreat all year round, I don't know that we little people are normal, but ......"

The young man in the green robe paused and smiled coldly, "However, I even forgot the rule that the sect challenges once every five days, this is really ...... Gee. Is Senior Brother too busy, or is it really like they said, he died nine times in the Valley of the Buried Gods, and he couldn't remember many things with a head injury?"

The young man in the green robe had a smile on his face, but he didn't smile, and his tone was full of arrogance and disdain, so he almost scolded Ye Chuan in public for being a fool. has been occupied by Ye Chuan, a mediocre talent, the position of the senior brother, he has been less than many years, and the dragon vein crystallization in Ye Chuan's body has long made people drool.