One Piece: Flowing Blade-Like Flame

The young man's hair is dark blue with a bronze sheen.

Old leaves are Ye Chenzi, and young people are naturally public. Within a year after they arrived in the border town, everything was on track.

Ye Chen has mixed winemaking skills with the people in the city, and Zhang Yang has also begun to practice.

At the beginning of the world, there was a boundary, and the six spirits gathered, and established the power of eight wasteland for my natural realm. At noon, in the attic of that restaurant, Zhang Yang held a book called "Heaven Chronicle" and read the words.

The monks in our circle first gather the spirit of heaven and earth, and then shape the spirit of heaven and earth into gods, turn the spirit into primitive gods, and disperse the visible power in the body, so that we can see the way to heaven...

After reading the essay, Zhang Yang closed the book and reflected on his eyes.

After living in the foggy forest for many years, his body contained a very rich, but also mottled aura, and before experiencing the world for the first time, the leaf dust made his body's aura more pure. But it cannot be condensed, only allowing the soul to wander in his body.

Because of the rich aura in his body, he had to find it difficult for him to be too thin in the world.

Without the guidance of the outside world, the aura in his body cannot be transferred.

Ye Hollandzi tried to guide the spirit to help him complete the cycle of this day, but it didn't work. The aura here seems extremely disgusting. In the past year, he has not even completed his first cycle.

Maybe, really, he is not qualified enough? Not even the first step to becoming a monk.

Despite this, Zhang Yang's hand was gradually clenched, and a tough light gleamed in his eyes.

I can do it! He can do it!

"I can do it!" Zhang Yang muttered to himself, put down his book and knelt on the ground, trying to feel the spirit of heaven and earth again.

"Big Brother Zhang Yang, boss Ye told you to go to dinner!" Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a six or seven-year-old girl's face leaned over, with a sweet smile and crisp crying.

Zhang Yang looked out the window in surprise.

The sky darkened, and smoke floated on the roof of every house.

"Good boy, thank you, Xiaoyue. My brother knows." After looking back, Zhang Yang smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to Bian Yueyuan to rub his head, "Xiaoyue'er is going back soon. It's too late. The aunt next to me will be worried. ."

"Don't touch other people's heads, they won't grow up!" Although her tone was a bit wronged, the smile at the corners of her lips still showed her joy, "The little moon is gone, goodbye brother!"

Zhang Yang smiled and nodded, and bid farewell to Bian Yueyuan's bounce.

Bian Yueyuan is the daughter of the owner of the border town, Bian Qi, and has an amazing ability to practice exercises since he was a child. However, at the age of seven, she was already a monk at the gathering air on the second floor. She has a lovely appearance. People in every city like Bian Yueyuan very much, but her temperament is a bit arrogant. Let people love and hate. (.) However, Bian Yueyuan was like a real little girl in front of Zhang Yang, and surprised the people in the city.

"let's start"

Ye Chen smiled as Zhang Yang sat down and picked up his chopsticks.

Suddenly, the warmth of an ordinary person permeated this tavern.

Zhang Yang nodded, "It's started."

Ye Xingzi sighed secretly. Ever since he found it difficult to cross the first goal post a year ago, Zhang Yang was a little depressed and couldn't play with his energy. ..