Guardian Chapter 12: Yin Yi six veins
A small town in front of me is magnificent, magnificent, and extremely luxurious.
The lush gardens decorate the town like a painting. The roof tiles on the upper floor are lined up and the materials used are exquisite, full of agate, pearl, glass, amber and so on.
Just by looking at the lively scene, there was a feasting, drunken fan of selling gold.
This is it? Colleagues of the Department of Souls of the Town visit the heaven and earth collectively? Is there anyone who has lost contact with prostitutes?
Chen Feng's heart is constantly changing, and he silently follows Uncle No. 5 to the bank, and the Ming banknotes are converted into real gold and silver, which is a full hundred taels. The piece rate salary of the Soul De Ming banknote alone is more than the Yang salary. To go.
The next step is to find a yang person with Yin Yi Six Meridians.
No. 5 Shulu Shulu led Chen Feng into a huge house.
The house’s black lights are blind, completely out of tune with the lively and bright outside.
With the oil lamp in hand, you can only see clearly in front of and behind you.
It is vaguely visible. This is a hidden place where you can see all kinds of weird things.
The dead, the living, the soil, and the whole tomb seller.
"The acquaintance I entrusted last time is over there." Number 5 turned around and finally found the person to entrust.
On the opposite side, there are a few temporary stalls, others are not for sale, but there are some weird people, men and women of all ages.
These people do not communicate except for a beard, and many of them have grass marks on their heads.
This is selling people, but if you are selling people, then you have to say two things.
"The old place, the old rules, one draw every ten." Number five accompanied the smiling face, worrying about the wallet in his hand, and handed it to the calm beard in front of him.
"Are you sure this is the person you are looking for?" Chen Feng opened his eyes, and the person before him changed in his eyes.
"What's the problem?" Out of trust in Chen Feng, No.5 had just handed the silver in Huo's hand, and then flexed his elbows back.
"What's the problem?" This was asked by the bearded man.
He tilted his head and squinted at Chen Feng, his eyes full of warnings.
Chen Feng ignored the bearded man, his eyes cast blatantly around.
In the surrounding shadows, a few people walked out in pairs, and the gloomy complexion of water was the same as the old saying that it has been a good life for a few years after hitting the evil.
"What's the matter?" No.5 also felt something was wrong, and leaned against Chen Feng, the wallet in his hand tightened tighter.
"You are not a human being, want to deceive the old man's money?" Chen Feng stretched out his hand and pointed his beard, and began to roll his arms and sleeves.
"Brother has good eyesight." There was a sound of clapping applause, and a pale face came out from behind the stall, with dark circles under his eyes so heavy that it looked like a young man who hadn't closed his eyes for three days and nights.
Not waiting for Chen Feng to speak, the young man's face sank, and he said: "Life and death market rules, money and goods are clear, uncle bought my iron corpse, there is no reason for the money to be recovered."
"You are talking nonsense, when did I buy your iron corpse." Number 5 held the wallet in her arms, her expression changed drastically, and suddenly pointed to the other party and exclaimed: "So, the money you entrusted last time is ignorant. ?"
"Can business affairs be called ignorance?" The young man laughed, but stared at Chen Feng, "What do you say today?"
"Oh? What do you want to say?" Chen Feng grabbed the red-eyed number five, and couldn't tell what was good or bad.
"Either keep the silver." The young man waved around and said slowly: "Either keep his life."
With the sound of creaking creaking joints twisting, the people around finally saw their expressions clearly. They were demented, completely bloodless, and lifeless. At first glance, they were made by a dead person.
"Iron corpse? This is an iron corpse." No. 5 fingers brushed his beard, and after thinking about it, he turned to the youth, "You swear me, you are not a coroner, you are a corpse-backer."
"Yes, I am the coroner." Luohu spoke up this time, pointing to his nose, "It's the coroner of the posthumous person."
Chen Feng saw the doorway and said to the youth: "You refined this beard."
"The newly refined bronze corpse, before you see the blood, I will take you twice." The young man slowly stepped back into the shadows.
"Come on?" Chen Feng twisted his neck and made a creak. Without talking nonsense, he rushed into the group of iron corpses.
It was a blast, and No. 5 was stunned as Chen Feng punched the iron corpse to pieces.
With a bang, Chen Feng sank his fist halfway, and the beard in front of him was not only harder than an iron corpse, but also more flexible.
This bronze corpse can speak, not because he gave birth to spiritual wisdom, but as a means of carrying the corpse.
Chen Feng opened his eyes before, and at a glance, he saw that this product has no soul, and the whole body is wandering, and it seems that there is a series of breaths. Apart from a few secret methods and flesh and blood, the whole body is some rare materials.
"Bronze skin and iron bones, comparable to a fifth-grade physical body, this is a masterpiece that exhausts my efforts, depending on how you die." The youth was hidden in the dark, and the corpse control technique caused the bronze corpse to speak.
"Copper skin and iron bones are very powerful?" Chen Feng pulled out his fists, staggered, and pointed to himself: "If you don't kill me today, I will kill you."
It's not that Chen Feng's brain twitches, but a temporary thought that came up just as soon as he hit the copper corpse with his fist.
Isn't Chen Feng feeling frustrated in recent days, he always feels like she wants to shed her skin?
He had just fought against the copper corpse, his fists were numb and red, and the strength of the opponent was just within the acceptable range.
Chen Feng doesn't know how to "move his skin", but he knows the principle of hitting iron, which is nothing more than tempering with external force.
The bronze corpse in front of me is a rare hammer.
When Chen Feng said this, the young man's eyes were broken, and his heart said yes, but what you said, I will make you a bronze corpse if you die, and the two bronze corpses beat each other every day.
Just listen to slam dunks, slam dunks, this bronze corpse surrounded by Chen Feng is called a hard work, it is more appropriate to describe it as a heavy sinking force and a fist like the wind.
At this old punch, I was frightened at the sight of No. 5, and my heart was hanging in my throat, and I was so nervous that I could only call for help.
Looking at Chen Feng again, he is really miserable.
The skin is open and fleshy, and there is no good flesh on the whole body.
"Your mother didn't give you milk, it's soft, dare you dare to do more." Chen Feng grinned, with blood bubbles bulging at the corners of his mouth, and ridiculed others.
The young man became angry when he heard it, his face paled again, and his mouth yelled "I call you Dali, I call you Dali", and at the same time bit the blood on the tip of the tongue, the secret method works, and the strength of the bronze corpse suddenly rise.
Chen Feng is now comfortable and honest. He can't speak anymore, running the Song of Soul with all his strength, gritted his teeth.
The medicine power of Xiantian Dao Pill spreads faster, and the absorption speed of medicine effect has increased by more than one and a half stars than usual.
He bleeds from all over his body, and the scarlet blood is mixed with a lot of dark and sticky things, and it smells stinky.
"Here, this is the feeling." Chen Feng's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt that somewhere in his body was broken like an egg, and then a surging wave swept all over his body. The unstoppable hunger was as shocking as the tide. The Tao hits the shore.
"I'm fine, how about you?" Chen Feng stood up slowly, carrying the fist of the bronze corpse, wiped the stains on his face, swallowing his saliva with ease, and said, "How to refine the bronze corpse Made? Slowly boiled or boiled over high heat? Is it boiled with Chinese medicine? Does it taste okay?"