Chapter 182

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He was not a pocket man, but he fell ill at the age of five. Since then, he has great strength and his body has stopped growing.

"I see..." yexuan nodded. The little guy has a special physique and is a rare spiritual carcass. If he is in the immortal world, all sects will fight for blood!

However, in this modern age, which lacks Reiki and can't practice the method, using this constitution is a disaster.

This kind of spiritual fetus constitution will absorb the spiritual power between heaven and earth independently. If there is no correct guidance or cultivation, these spiritual power absorbed by itself will become a talisman!

"It's a miracle that you can survive!" Night xuanchen couldn't help sighing.

Daqiang was stunned and looked at yexuanchen in surprise. "Do you... Know what's going on with my body?"

He also had a strong feeling that the young man in front of him was likely to change his future destiny!

Night xuanchen lost with one hand behind him and touched his chin with the other. If he could guide his practice on the road before the age of 20, the boy's dwarf cowardice might be changed.

"How old are you?"

Daqiang looked at the action of yexuanchen's single handed defeat behind him. It was very uncomfortable, but he felt very normal, as if he were an immortal relegated immortal standing in front of him

"Eighteen!" Daqiang replied after a short pause.

Night xuanchen nodded when he heard the speech, "it's not too late!"

Daqiang's heart trembled. What does it mean that it's not too late? Just as he was about to ask, the sudden phone rang, which was particularly harsh in this quiet moment.

The yellow hair of the tiger head tattoo was also startled. He took out the phone and looked at it. His face was even more ugly for a moment.

"Connect!" The night is dark and the morning is light.

"..." Huang Mao shook his hand, looked at yexuanchen in fear, pressed the answer button, and opened the hands-free under the sign of yexuanchen.

"Well, did you waste the boy's hand?"

Yang Yifan's cold voice came from the phone!

Huang Mao's face was bitter, and his eyes looked at night xuanchen in fear. He didn't know how to answer.

He knew he would not take the job. It was a thickened iron plate. He had long forgotten the waste of his hands. Now he just wants to go back safely!!!

"Hello?" After a long time without hearing any sound, Yang Yifan said, "don't worry, as long as you waste that little bastard's hand and make me happy, the price will satisfy you."

Huang Mao: "..." now it's not a matter of price!

Night xuanchen hooked his lips. He went to Huang Mao. Huang Mao immediately gave him his mobile phone like throwing hot potato.

"Tut... I don't know. I'm really happy that someone has been thinking about me so much!" Night xuanchen put his mobile phone to his lips and said with a smile.

At the other end of the phone, Yang Yifan's face changed, as if a pair of eyes suddenly opened behind him, and his hair stood up in an instant!

"Night... Night xuanchen, you..."

Why did he answer the phone?

"Hehe... Yang Liushao, you've been playing with this means of abuse for so many years. Aren't you really tired of it?" Night Xuan morning has a very puzzling language airway.

Yang Yifan's face is more ugly. Yexuanchen means... He knows what he did before?

How is this possible?

"But I'm a little smarter this time. I know to invite outsiders..." yexuanchen added.