Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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The night washed by rain was very refreshing.

In the small garden, Ye Chen and Lao Yang squatted on the ground, both looking up, staring at the sky eagerly, looking forward to another heavy rain, plus a thunder and lightning, melting this black black iron.

Of course, God was puzzled, and the two waited all night without seeing a thunderous sound.

At night, it dissipated, and the light of the morning light poured down.

Yang Ge was wearing a black eye, and left with regret.

"This is also a personal talent." Ye Chen sighed, can imagine Lao Yang, holding the picture of the black black iron being chopped by lightning, absolutely domineering side leakage.

Yang Ge was gone, he was not idle, he went to the noisy street with a fortune teller.

When he came to the restaurant door again, Ye Chen saw the people who had previously visited the tomb. After disguising himself, he was about to leave Puxian Town.

This visit to the tomb was almost wiped out by the army, and only three or five of them were left. How could they dare to provoke the old grave? What they had to do was go back to life, or find experts and strangers.

"Donor, your Yintang is black!" Ye Chen scratched his beard.

"The fortune teller, look for death." One of the three or five martial arts masters suddenly got angry and ate maggots in the ancient tomb. He was already very embarrassed. Zhengcheng could not find anyone to vent his anger?

"Mozi." Another martial arts master stopped it, and glanced at Ye Chen for a moment, with a strange look, but because he hadn't seen it for a few days, Ye Chen's breath became very vague, or more It is a bit weird that their inner strength is so unsightly as to their vision.

"Go." From Ye Chen's gaze, he turned away immediately.

The remaining four were all humming, followed, followed by a rage.

"Don't listen to the old man, it's hard to see death." Ye Chen sighed, and could figure out that these three or five people could not escape the doom.

Because their brows are really dark, they are all black like this bird. There is no reason to die.

Sure enough, a few people came out of Wuxian Town and were ambush in a mountain forest. Until they died, they saw no one who attacked them, and saw the arrows of rain, shooting them into a sieve and destroying them. The robbers are hostile forces. They have been waiting in this forest for a long time.

"Amitabha Buddha is good and good." In Chenxian Town, Ye Chen chanted the Heart Sutra silently, and said in silence for the three or five people, saying that Yintang was dark, and he did n’t believe it. Look, it will be destroyed!

The next few days, Puxian Town was quite calm.

The so-called restlessness refers to outsiders.

Since the first wave of martial arts masters and strangers left, people have been coming, belonging to various forces. Behind them, all the princes support them. It seems that they are all interested in the ancient tomb. They also have a lot of gold and silver. Treasure, this is why one after another.

The battle was fought, and all the money was needed.

And this financial resource is in that ancient tomb. In their view, an ancient tomb is related to victory and defeat, and also to their future throne. The attraction of power is still very tempting.

Of course, the wishes are beautiful, but the reality is cruel. There are a lot of people coming here, all the top masters, the top self-confidences, and the top ones are well-formed, but in the next few days, go to one batch and die one batch. If you do n’t believe in evil, you will believe it. If you do n’t believe in evil, you will die. The grave will become a burial ground.

"This is the wave."

"Yinyue Princess, it really isn't covered."

In front of the restaurant, in front of the fortune-telling table, Ye Chen and Yang Ge Lao, sitting side by side, sitting with their hands together, staring at them not far away.

At the other end of the street, people returning to the grave are still more dejected than defeated. There is no worst, only worse. There is some blood on the body. This is all light, and the whole is scarred.

Ye Chen is okay and has long been used to it.

However, Yang Ge is old. Whenever he sees someone coming back, he will be refreshed, and it will be sour to see those people eating.

boom! Rumble!

While they were watching, they suddenly heard the sky thundering.

Then, the dark clouds rolled, and the originally sunny day was covered with dimness.

Yes, it's going to rain.

"Hurry up." Yang Ge Laoma got up, pulled Ye Chen and left. He waited for thunder and lightning, not a day or two. It needs thunder and lightning to melt the black iron.

"This thunder is enough." Ye Chen glanced at the empty sky and was pulled by Yang Ge to the backyard of the restaurant.

In the backyard, an iron pillar has been erected, and an iron chain is hanging on it, and Yang Ge Lao has already picked up the black black iron and hung it on the iron chain. Then he looked at Ye Chen, . "

"Okay." Ye Chen said casually, sitting on the fence, leaning on the hip, leaning Erlang's legs.

The words fell, the sky was booming, and a thunderbolt struck down on the black black iron.

Yang Ge's old-fashioned heart was shaking, for fear that black black iron would be split into a pile of scrap iron.

As the thunder and lightning continued to fall, black black iron was smashed by Mars.

Ye Chen saw it, threw the jug at will, stepped out, and came under the iron pillar.

"You are crazy." Exclaimed Yang Ge.

"No way out." Ye Chen indifferently said that with the internal force of the thunder attribute, he pulled the thunder and lightning down from the sky, and gathered the thunder and lightning into his hands with the Supreme Secret, turning it into a thunder hammer.

Grunt!

Yang Ge swallowed his saliva, his eyes were straight. What a wicked evil, he ignored lightning, but also changed lightning and changed forms. He thought he could n’t do it. This land ranked No. 1 in martial arts One cannot do the same, which is beyond the scope of human ability.

You know, it's a thunderstorm from the sky. An inattentive thunderbolt can be split into ashes. Such an overbearing thunderbolt can also be changed by people, which is even more powerful than the trick.

However, where did he know Ye Chen's supernatural powers, each of them was supernatural? Even if he could not use force, he would use internal force to procure the same effect.

lb! lb! lb!

In the thunder, the sound of metal collision was crisp and loud.

That's Ye Chen, who is holding a thunderbolt and hammering black black iron again and again, just like iron. This is the smelting method, the fire energy smelting device, and thunder, as well as being more overbearing. Weapons, inherently equipped with thunder and lightning power, are absolutely fierce.

"Thunder and lightning create weapons?" Yang Ge opened his mouth, and it was unheard of to wait for such a casting method.

"What kind of sword and halberd?" Ye Chen leisurely said.

"Sword." Yang Ge gave the answer without thinking.

Ye Chen didn't reply. In the rain and under the thunder, he waved his hands again and again, knocking on black black iron again and again, removing the impurities and irregular black iron, which gradually changed in his repeated strokes. Form, that is a poor sword blank, is being beaten into a peerless **** soldier.

Yang Ge has been silent, his heart was frightened, the atmosphere did not dare to say a word, shocked Ye Chen's courage, and also shocked Ye Chen's methods. It was difficult to hide, but grateful. Ye Chenken made such a weapon for him. What an honor.

I don't know how long it took before the rain stopped and the thunder in the sky also died out.

Heaven and earth, restored peace.

Hum! Hum! Hum!

In the backyard, the buzzing of the sword was heard from Ye Chen, and more accurately, it was a long sword passed from Ye Chen. It was black and the sword was intimidating. Sometimes it was torn by lightning because of the lightning. There is also a mark of thunder and lightning on the sword body.

"Failure." Ye Chen shook her head with a sigh, and threw the sword behind her at will.

The mana is sealed, and the skill of refining is also limited. The weapons created this time are far from meeting his standards. I am embarrassed to say that he created them. There is no way. The vision of the fairy is too high.

However, the sword that he regarded as a defective product fell into the old hands of Yange, which was a peerless good sword. One sword was cut out, and the iron pillar standing in the courtyard, like tofu, was easily cut.

"Divine soldier, divine soldier!" Yang Ge was excited, holding a long sword in his hand, and threw himself on his knees. "This will be a martial arts treasure, even more domineering than the legendary Tianjian."

"If you can, I really want to invite out my big tripod." Ye Chen is meaningful, a defective sword can make Yang Ge old, if Da Luo Shending puts this, I do n’t know this old man Will it be three or nine years old?

"Thank you for your gift." Yang Ge came over holding the sword. Excited like a child, tears leaped from the corners of his excited eyes. "So magical, please give your friend a name."

"Black black iron casting, thunder and lightning cheer, Xuan Thunder sword." Ye Chen said at will.

"Enough domineering." Yang Ge laughed, stepped out, and in the courtyard, danced a long sword. The sword move was subtle, but it was also full of sword energy and accompanied by thunder. He did not use internal force to urge Then, he saw the flowers and trees in the courtyard cut off by Jian Qi.

"Little friends, it is good to learn a few tricks." Yang Ge old smiled.

"random."

"Look at it." Yang Ge yelled loudly, punched Changhong with a sword, and came straight to Ye Chen. This blow was called his strongest blow, and the stinging air wiped out the sparks.

Ye Chen stood quietly, unmoved, and had no emotional fluctuations on the long sword that came from the thorn.

Until the sword tip was five inches away from him, he only slightly raised his hand, extended two fingers, and clamped the sword with impartiality. It was very easy, and it was difficult for Yang Gelao to spur the internal force. Half a minute.

"This ..." Yang Ge was shocked, his eyes were highlighted, it was shocked and shocked, it was incredible, it was his strongest blow! Coupled with the Xuanlei sword cheer, it was enough to be a master of martial arts in an instant, but it was easily taken down by Ye Chen. How strong is he!

"Wash, wash and sleep!" Ye Chen flicked his fingers, knocking Yang Ge back to his feet.

When he stopped his shape, Ye Chen had disappeared into the backyard.

In the courtyard, he fell into tranquility and death-like silence, and Yang Ge stood there tremblingly. If he lost his soul, he felt that his internal strength over the past few decades, Bai Xiu, one move, one move, It was a complete defeat, and the blows were very heavy.

"He, is it God?" Yang Ge muttered to himself, perhaps, even he didn't know it. When he said this, the Xuanlei sword in his hand accidentally fell off from his hand.

At this moment, the thin back was like a giant figure of eight thousand feet, making him unable to look up. Between them, there was a life-long force between them, and it was insurmountable.