Banished Disciple’s Counterattack Chapter 2100: Forging soldiers with thunder
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The night washed by the rain is very refreshing.
In the small garden, Ye Chen and Lao Yang squatted on the ground, both looked up, staring at the sky, hoping for another heavy rain, plus a thunderbolt, melting this black Mystic Iron.
Of course, God was puzzled. The two of them waited all night, but they did not see any thunder.
At night, it was gone, and the light of dawn shone.
Yangge Lao has a dark eye in his eyes, and regrettably left.
"This is also a personal talent." Ye Chen sighed, can imagine Lao Yang, holding the black Mystic Iron picture of being struck by thunder, absolutely domineering side leakage.
Yange is gone, he is not idle, carrying a fortune-telling line, and going to the noisy street.
Come back to the restaurant, Ye Chen saw the people who had visited the tomb. After disguising and dressing up, he was about to leave Zhuxian Town.
This visit to the tomb was almost annihilated by the whole army. Only three or five of them were left. How dare they dare to provoke the old grave. What they have to do is to go back to life, or to find masters and strangers.
"Doctor, you are black in Yintang!" Ye Chen scratched his beard.
"Smell fortune tellers, find death." One of the martial arts masters among the three or five people suddenly got angry and ate in the ancient tomb.
"Mo Zisi." Another martial arts master stopped it, and squinted at Ye Chen, expression was different, just because it had n’t been seen in a few days, the breath of Ye Chen became very obscure, or more In view of their solid internal strength, it was a bit weird to see from their vision that they could not wear it.
"Go." He looked away from Ye Chen, and he turned immediately.
The remaining four people all snorted, followed by, and suffocated again.
"If you don't listen to the old man's words, it's ugly to die." Ye Chen sighed. It can be calculated that these three or five people can't escape the doom.
Because, their eyebrows are indeed black, and they are all black like this bird. There is no reason to die.
Sure enough, a few people left Zhuxian Town, and they were ambushed in a mountain forest. They did n’t see who attacked them until they died, they saw arrows like rain, shot them into a sieve, and destroyed them. It is not a robber, but a hostile force. In this mountain forest, they have been waiting for a long time.
"Amitabha, Shanzaishanzai." In the town of Zhuxian, Ye Chen meditated on the Heart Sutra. In silence for those three or five people, they all said that Yintang was black, and they did n’t believe it.
In the next few days, Zhuxian Town was quite calm.
The so-called non-calm refers to outsiders.
Since the first wave of martial arts masters and strangers left, there have been people coming, belonging to various forces. Behind them, there are princes backing up, as if they are interested in the ancient tomb, and they are determined that there are a lot The gold and silver treasures, this is the succession of three people.
All the battles were fought, and they were in desperate need of financial resources.
And this financial power is in that ancient tomb. In their view, an ancient tomb is related to victory or defeat, but also to their future throne. The attractiveness of power is still very attractive.
Sure, the wish is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. There are a lot of people coming, every master, and every self-confidence, even the most confident, but a few days later, go to a batch, A batch of dead, a batch of dead, a batch of going, all those who do not believe in evil believe, and those who do not believe in evil all die, and that grave has become a tomb.
"This is the first wave."
"Princess Yinyue, it really is not covered."
At the door of the restaurant, in front of the fortune-telling table, Ye Chen and Yang Gelao sat side by side, sitting with their hands clasped, sighed looked not far away.
On one end of the street, there were grave-seekers who came back. They were more frustrated than defeated. There was no worst, only worse. There was blood on the body. It was all light, but it was bruised.
Fortunately, Ye Chen is already used to it.
It ’s old Yang Ge. Whenever I see someone coming back, I feel so energetic and see that those people are eating deflated.
Boom! Rumble!
When they were watching, they suddenly heard thunder in the sky.
Followed by the dark clouds rolling over, the originally clear white day was stunned by the darkness.
Yes, it's going to rain.
"Quickly." Yang Ge got up and walked up, pulled up Ye Chen and left. He waited for thunder and lightning, not a day or two. It needed lightning and melted the black Mystic Iron.
"This thunder is strong enough." Ye Chen glanced at Xu Tian and was pulled into the restaurant's backyard by Yang Ge Lao.
In the backyard, an iron column has been erected, and an iron chain is hung on it. Old Yang Ge has brought the black Mystic Iron and hung it on the iron chain. Then he looked at Ye Chen, No. "
"OK." Ye Chen said casually, sitting on the fence, carrying the jug and tilting Erlang's legs.
The words fell, the sky thundered, and a thunderstorm came down, hacking on the black Mystic Iron.
Yange ’s heart shivered, fearing that the black Mystic Iron would be split into a pile of scrap iron.
As the thunder and lightning continued to drop, Mars, the black Mystic Iron was split, came straight out.
Ye Chen sees it, tossed the hip flask at random, stepped out, and came under the iron pillar.
"You are crazy." Yang Ge exclaimed.
"Don't come out." Ye Chen said lightly, with the internal force of the thunder attribute, he pulled the thunderbolt down Ling Tian / rises skywards, and with the supreme Secret Laws, gathered the thunderbolt in his hands and turned it into a thunder hammer.
Goodong!
Old Yang Ge swallowed droolingly, his eyes straightened, what a **** is this, even ignoring the thunder and lightning, and changing the form of thunder and lightning, he could not do this heavens defying means, he thought he could not do this land martial arts No. 1 cannot do the same, which is beyond the scope of what people can do.
Know that it is the Thunder of the Sky, an inattentive one who will be hacked into gray. Such a domineering thunderbolt can also be transformed by people, which is more bullish than a trick.
However, where does he know that the Divine Ability of Ye Chen, each of which is psychic, even if there is no Magic Power, it is equally effective to urge it with internal force.
Pounds! lb! lb!
In the thunder, the sound of metal collision is crisp and loud.
That's Ye Chen, holding a thunderbolt hammer, striking black Mystic Iron time and time again, just like the iron, this is Artifact Refining Secret Arts, fire energy refiner, thunder can be like, and more overbearing, a weapon that was cast by this , Innately equipped with the power of thunder and lightning, absolutely fierce.
"Thunderbolt builds weapons?" Yang Ge opened his mouth. The method of casting was unheard of.
"Which kind of sword, sword and halberd." Ye Chen said leisurely.
"Sword." Yang Ge gave the answer without thinking.
Ye Chen did not reply, in the rain, under the thunder, waved again and again, tapped the black Mystic Iron again and again, excluding the impurities, and the irregular Mystic Iron, gradually changed in his knocks Form, that is a poor sword blank, is being turned into a peerless soldier.
Yang Ge was silent, and he was shocked to see it. The atmosphere did not dare to make a sound, shocked the courage of Ye Chen, and also shocked the means of Ye Chen. It is hard to conceal, or grateful, Ye Chen is willing to build weapons for him.
I do n’t know how long it took before the rain stopped, and the thunder in the sky also disappeared.
Heaven and earth, restoring peace.
Om! Buzz! Buzz!
In the backyard, the buzzing sound of the sword is endless. It is passed from the hands of Ye Chen. More precisely, it is the long sword from the hands of Ye Chen. It is completely black, 'Sword Qi' is compelling, and sometimes there is a lightning tear, because it was created by lightning. There is also a mark of thunder and lightning on the sword body.
"Failed." Ye Chen shook his head with a sigh, throwing the long sword behind him at will.
The Magic Power is sealed, and the refining technique is also limited. The weapon created this time is far from reaching his standard. When he carried it out, he was embarrassed to say that he built it. There is no way. The vision of the fairy is too high.
However, the sword that he regarded as a defective piece fell into the hands of Yang Ge, and it was a peerless sword. Once the sword was cut out, the iron pillar standing in the courtyard, like tofu, was easily cut open.
"Shen Bing, Shen Bing!" Yang Ge was very excited, holding a long sword in his hand, and fell to his knees with a thump. "This will be a martial arts treasure, which is more domineering than the legendary Wen Tianjian. . "
"If it is possible, I really want to invite my big tripod out." Ye Chen means profoundly, a sword of inferior quality can make Yangge old like this, if 'Great Principle Divine Cauldron' put this, I don't know this old man, Would it be three or nine times?
"Thank you for your friend's gift." Yang Ge Lao came with his long sword in his arms, and he was excited like a child, and tears oozed from the corners of his excited eyes, "If you are such a magical soldier, please give your friend a name."
"Black Mystic Iron casting, thunder and lightning cheer, Xuan Leijian." Ye Chen said casually.
"Enough domineering." Yang Ge laughed, and stepped out, just in the courtyard, dancing a long sword, the sword move was still subtle, but it was 'Sword Qi' everywhere, and there was also thunder. He was not accompanied by internal force. Prompted, he saw flowers and trees in the courtyard, cut off by 'Sword Qi'.
"Little friends, it's good to learn a few tricks." Yang Ge smiled.
"Random."
"Look at the trick." Yang Ge shouted loudly, punching Changhong straight, and coming straight to Ye Chen. This blow was his strongest blow. The stinging air wiped out sparks.
Ye Chen stands still, still and immovable, without any emotional fluctuations on the long sword.
It was n’t until the tip of the sword was five inches away from him that he raised his hand slightly, extended two fingers, and held the long sword unbiased. It was very easy to let Yang Gelao urge the internal force, It is difficult to penetrate half a point.
"This ..." Yang Ge was startled, his eyes highlighted, shocked and horrified. His eyes were unbelievable. That was his strongest blow! In addition, Xuan Leijian cheered, enough to instantly be a martial arts master, and was easily taken over by Ye Chen, how strong is he!
"Wash and sleep!" Ye Chen flicked his fingers, knocking Yang Ge back and forth.
When he stops his body, Ye Chen has disappeared in the backyard.
In the courtyard, he fell into tranquility and death-like silence again. Yang Ge was standing there staring blankly, and he was in a trance. If he lost Soul, he always felt that his internal strength in the past few decades, Bai Xiu, a trick, only One move was a complete mess. This kind of blow was very heavy.
"Is he a god?" Yang Ge murmured to himself. Perhaps, even he didn't know himself. When he said this, Xuan Leijian in his hand accidentally fell out of his hand.
At that moment, the thin back was like a giant 8,000-foot giant, and he couldn't help but look up. Between them, there was a rift between them, and the life-long power of poverty was also insurmountable.