Authentic Magic Gate

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Skyline was only on, and Ye Ting was woken up by the sound outside.

Beihuang's life habits are still there. He turned over and sat up, touching to his side. The short knife he used to use was not there. He grabbed an empty one. The door had been kicked open from the outside, Yang Mei broke in, and saw Ye Ting's face with tears on his face, Yang Yang laughed: "Hey Junior Brother, crying pear blossoms with rain, quite handsome."

"What are you doing, Jiachen?" Ye Ting jumped from the bed and came to the door. He saw Jiachen fell outside the door, and a head was screwed down, motionless.

"I come to see you, who made it block the road." Yang Mei smiled and said with a smile: "You haven't formally practiced yet. This entry-level guide should have been my sister's job."

"No need." Ye Ting replied coldly. He squatted down and picked up Jiachen's head. Jiachen's body suddenly stretched out his hands, grabbed his head, and pressed his neck, making a squeak.

"No need? This is what you said, then I'm gone." Ye Ting was stubborn and Yang Mei wasn't angry. She walked out of the door and passed Ye Ting's side, reaching out to touch Ye Ting's hair.

Ye Ting was cold all over, as if the next moment, then Yang Mei would screw his head off.

"Young Master, afraid to be like this, dare to talk back?" Yang Mei smiled even happier. She bent over, grabbed Ye Ting's arm, and dragged him up, said: "Sister Sister is going to leave now, send me. "

Ye Ting was led downstairs by her and came to the courtyard. There are two big trees in the courtyard, entangled with each other, the shade of the trees is vast.

"This is the Devil's Acacia tree, the master planted it by himself." Yang Mei raised his head and stopped. At the edge of the canopy, a ray of morning light sprinkled down, illuminating her face with radiance and beauty.

Yang Mei looked like this, rooting under his feet, Ye Ting spoke for a long time before Sister.

"Oh?" Yang Mei released Ye Ting's arm.

Ye Ting bravely asked, "You really ... killed many people?"

"Dozens, don't remember." Yang Mei still stayed under the tree.

"Do you want to kill me too?"

"No. I think a little."

Ye Ting made an expression of why, and Yang Mei frowned, saying, "Two of the people I killed were disciples who entered the room. They all followed the master to practice the heaven and earth. They don't kill them. They also want to kill me. Looting luck. Do you really think Master is a good person? "

Seeing Ye Ting did n’t understand, Yang Mei ’s rare patience explained: "The Six Heavenly Opportunities in the Demon Gate are also prohibited first-class things. In one gate, only one person can cultivate. Everyone, whoever survives, Whoever is the heir. As for the rest of the disciples, kill them as well. "

Ye Ting remembered that the rules of the Momen were also very strict. Yang Mei had killed so many fellow students, fearing that there was really a reason to have to kill.

Otherwise, how could she stand here well?

"Small teacher, the magic rules, the strong respect, the damage is more than enough. And the rules are sometimes secondary, first of all, you have to survive the value."

Yeting's heart was filled with emotion, and the Demon Gate was so cruel.

"The people I killed are all unruly. The rule-abiding people are mediocre and can't violate me."

"Sister, why do you want to kill me?" Ye Ting thought, I didn't offend you. What I practice is the ten directions hell, and it does not conflict with you.

"Because of this yard, I originally lived." Yang Mei no longer smiled, his expression was somewhat sad.

Ye Ting didn't understand. His mother died early, and his father had only one child. He didn't understand the concept of competing. In the past, the lack of soul was the simple emotion on Beihuang, and he could not feel it.

"Little brother, your life is your own, I will not move you, it does not mean that others will not be against you. If one day, you should not expect me to be a sister."

"Not good for me?" Ye Ting doesn't understand. He is a disciple of Yu Wenxuan. Except for Yang Mei, who dares to do this?

"There are always some people who are delusional and take risks."

"Thank you, Sister, for your guidance." Ye Ting bowed his hand and gave a deep gift. Either way, Yangmei reminds himself that being a disciple of the city master is not so safe. This identity is only useful inside Yulong City.

"Thank you?" Yang Mei's emotions went quickly, and she smiled and smiled like a flower. She covered her mouth and smiled and said: "Little brother, what are you going to use to thank me?"

She smiled wildly, Ye Ting's heart shook. It was just the powerful soul that calmed him down. If he is really just a 12-year-old or 13-year-old boy, I am afraid he will say such things as Sister Ying.

"I thank Senior Sister's support today. If I become an immortal in the future, I will definitely bring Senior Sister with me." Ye Ting also knew at this time that Yang Mei's coming over and scaring him was intentional.

Yang Mei looked at the young man in front of him, and there was no childishness between the eyebrows. She listened more to the empty words, and Ye Ting said that there was no falsehood. This boy is telling the truth, but what he said is really funny!

Flying into a fairy? On the 800 continents, the strongest is the infant realm, not even half of the virtual realm.

The teenager's face still had tears. Once upon a time, he would cry like this, at night, in his sleep. With the long practice, the heart is cold now.

"Okay, your heart, the elder sister took it." Yang Mei laughed, throwing something away, and no longer ignored Ye Ting. She bypassed the Tianmo Hehuan tree and pushed open the courtyard door and left.

Every step she took, she was one point taller. When she went out, she was already the height of a young woman, no longer a girl. Ye Ting casually promised to make her feel, and her heart was filled with holes, feeling the shackles of her body gone.

This retreat to build the foundation will inevitably break the twelfth floor, not far from the knot. After that, you only need to sharpen your mind and accumulate food.

Because the cause and effect of the same door can no longer be bound to her, Yang Mei's body is relaxed, but he did not find that an invisible silk thread on Ye Ting's body has been connected with her, invisible and qualityless.

Don't say it was her, Ye Ting himself, did not find out about it. When Yang Mei left, he picked up what Yang Mei dropped on the ground and let out a breath.

This arrogant girl, he really dare not provoke or entangle.

The thing in his hand is cold and biting. It is a piece of twisted metal with thick fingers and a half-foot length. Ye Ting didn't know what it was, and put it in his own storage bag.

"Master, I'll prepare it for you." Jia Chen came down from the upstairs, and the scar on his neck had almost disappeared. This puppet also has a self-healing function!

"Is there any dry food?" Ye Ting had no appetite and said to Jiachen.

"Have."

"Then we go to the World Affection House, I just have some dry food in the car."

"Good." Jia Chen agreed, and in a short time took a bag of dry food and a skin sac and gave it to Ye Ting. She went outside to prepare the car.

Ye Ting suddenly asked Jia Chen before getting on the bus: "Is that what Sister said is true? She used to live here before?"

"Yes, I used to serve the lady before." Jia Chen still smiled, and the stiffness of his expression was more obvious.

The carriage ran quickly, and Ye Ting still didn't open the window. It took about half an hour for the carriage to stop. Jia Chen opened the car door from the outside and said to Ye Ting: "Son, the world sentiment court has arrived, and the car cannot enter."

"Well, you are busy, come over to pick me up at night." Ye Ting got out of the car with the water sac, not much dry food, and stuffed it into the storage bag.

Shiqingyuan has a tall gatehouse, but there are no walls on both sides. Jiachen drove away with the carriage, Ye Ting stopped, a group of people in front of the door, and then looked at the crowd, a young man Yaowu Yangwei, Wolf Creek covered in blood lying on the ground, Xinjun and Longyin next to each other The teenager glared.

Yeting pursed her lips. Sister really came in the morning! Sure enough, someone has to target me?

Ye Ting carried the water sac and walked slowly over. The onlookers of the Longcheng disciples spread out directly and gave way. Don't be afraid of the big things when you look busy, you just have to hit the funeral.

"Little Leaf!" Xinjun saw Ye Ting and flew over, grabbing Ye Ting's hand.

The beating teenager smiled and did not prevent Ye Ting and others from meeting. He wore a green turban on his head and a silver-red brocade on his body. The color was very different from that of Ye Ting, but the style was still the specification of a true disciple.

"He hurt you, did you hit him?" Ye Ting restrained the anger in his heart and asked the teenager slowly.

"It's me, how is it?" The teenager opened his hands in an indifferent way. Ye Ting seems to be just getting started with gas refining. He is already in the middle of condensate. They are all true disciples, and it depends on who has the big fist.

Ye Ting has a strong soul and a very fast thinking speed. With the reminder of the elder sister, he will not mistake this incident for coincidence. After many thoughts flashed through UU reading www.uukanshu.com, Ye Ting shook away Xinjun's hand and said coldly: "Shameless."

"What are you talking about?" The boy looked surprised, as if he was not beaten by him, with a little innocence on his face.

Ye Ting stared at his face. The young man looked at his teeth with white lips and red lips. Ye Ting didn't speak for a long time, and the young man's heart grew agitated, and he was about to speak, and when the script continued to perform as planned, Ye Ting suddenly spoke.

"It's no use to please me."

The young man was stunned, Ye Ting pointed to the blood-stained face of Wolf Creek: "Your news is fairly informed, my brother, in order to be able to enter under the gate of Yulong City, send me into Jiaolongkou as food. Fortunately, I am lucky Plus, he didn't die, but instead he was accepted by the city master and became a true story. "

The onlookers didn't know the inside story. Only then did they know that Ye Ting was a newly-disciplined disciple of the city's lord. He originally closed his mouth, and not everyone could offend Ye Ting.

Ye Ting continued: "You made this gesture in front of me, thinking that I could succumb to me with a single breath? I advise you to say that the demon practitioners rely on their own efforts. Anything necessary. If you think I hurt someone, you can continue to fight him out, I will not thank you. "

After Ye Ting finished speaking, he pushed away the Jinyi teenager and walked into the gate of Shiqingyuan.

Xinjun looked at Ye Ting's back, and there were tears in his eyes. Friends from an early age to a big one, is that all over? He is already a disciple of the city master! (The novel "Magic Door Authentic" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there is also a 100% lottery gift for everyone! Now open WeChat, click the "+" sign "add friend" on the upper right, and search the public No. "qdread" and pay attention, speed up!)