Chapter 2100

The night washed by rain is very refreshing.

Looking at the heavy rain in the sky, Yang is looking forward to the sky.

However, God did not understand the meaning, two people wait for a night, did not see half a thunder.

Night, scattered, the light of the morning.

Old Yang Ge wore a black eye ring and left regretfully.

"This is also a talent." Ye Chen sighs, can imagine Lao Yang, holding black black black iron being chopped by thunder, absolutely domineering side leakage.

Yang Ge old left, he was not idle, carrying fortune telling clothes, went to the noisy street.

At the door of the restaurant, ye Chen sees those people who had visited the tomb before. After disguised, he is preparing to leave Zhuxian Town.

This time, the whole army was almost destroyed, and there were only three or five of them left. Who dares to provoke the old grave? What they have to do is to return to their orders or find experts and strange scholars again.

"Benefactor, you are black in the printing hall." Ye Chen stroked his beard.

"Bad fortune teller, looking for death." One of the martial arts experts of the three or five people suddenly got angry. He ate shriveled in the ancient tomb. He was very depressed. He was worried that he could not find anyone to vent his anger?

"Don't make trouble." Another martial arts expert stopped him and glanced at Ye Chen with his eyes slightly narrowed. He looked very strange, only because he had not seen him for a few days. His breath became very obscure. In other words, he had more powerful internal skills. With their eyes, he could not see through. This is a bit strange.

"Go." Since ye Chen received his eyes, he immediately turned.

The remaining four people, are a cold hum, followed by, and suffocated a body of anger.

"If you don't listen to the old man, you'll die ugly." Ye Chen sighs, can calculate, these three or five people, also cannot escape the doom of being destroyed.

Because, their eyebrow center Yintang is really very black. They are all black like this bird. There is no reason why they will not die.

Sure enough, a few people went out of Zhuxian Town and were ambushed in a mountain forest. When they died, they did not see who attacked them. Instead, they saw arrows like rain shooting them into a sieve. It was not bandits but hostile forces that killed them. They had been waiting for them for a long time in this mountain forest.

"Amitabha, good and good." In Zhuxian Town, ye Chen silently recited the Heart Sutra and was in silence for the three or five people. They all said that the Yintang was blackened, but they didn't believe it. Look, they are destroyed!

In the next few days, Zhuxian Town was not peaceful.

The so-called restlessness refers to outsiders.

Since the first wave of martial arts experts and foreign scholars left, there have been people coming, belonging to various forces. Behind them, all of them are supported by princes. It seems that they are all interested in the ancient tomb. They are convinced that there are a lot of gold and silver treasures in it, so they send people one after another.

In this battle, they were all poor and needed financial resources urgently.

In their opinion, an ancient tomb is related to the victory or defeat as well as their future throne. The attraction of power is still very attractive.

However, the wish is very good, but the reality is very cruel, to many people, the top of a master, also a top of the confidence, more is a top of the chest, but a few days passed, to a group, to die, to a group, do not believe in evil all believe, also do not believe in evil, all died, that tomb, became a burial ground.

"This is the first wave."

"The imperial concubine of the moon is not built."

At the door of the restaurant, in front of the fortune teller's table, ye Chen and Yang Ge are old, shoulder by shoulder, sitting with their hands in their hands, looking not far away.

At one end of the street, another grave finder came back. He was even more depressed than he had lost the battle. There was no worst, only worse. There was a little blood on his body. It was light, but heavy was all over the body.

Ye Chen is OK and has been used to it.

But Yang Ge is old, every time I see someone come back, he will be more energetic, and see those people eat shriveled, incomparably sour.

Boom! Boom!

While they were watching, they suddenly heard thunder in the sky.

Then, it is the dark clouds rolling, originally sunny day, Leng is covered by the dark.

Yes, it's going to rain.

"Quick, quick, quick." Yang Ge Lao Ma Liu gets up, pulls Ye Chen to go, he waits for thunder and lightning, not one day or two days, need all thunder and lightning, melt black black iron.

"The thunder is strong enough." Ye Chen glanced at Xu Tian and was pulled to the backyard of the restaurant by Yang Ge Lao.

In the backyard, an iron pillar has been erected with iron chains on it. But Yang Ge Lao, who has already carried black black black iron, hung it on the iron chain, and then looked at Ye Chen, "is this OK?"

"Yes." Ye Chen said casually, sitting on the fence, carrying the wine pot, and raising his legs.

Words fall, the sky roaring, a thunder and lightning down, split in the black black iron.

Yang Ge's heart trembled, for fear that black black iron would be split into a pile of scrap iron.

As the thunder and lightning continued to fall, the black black iron was split by sparks straight.

Ye Chen sees it, throw the wine pot at will, step out, came to the iron pillar.

"You're crazy." Yang Ge always exclaimed.

"Don't come out." Ye Chen Dan Dao, with the internal force of thunder attribute, drew the thunder and lightning from the sky, and gathered the thunder and lightning into a thunderbolt hammer with the supreme secret method.Gudong!

Old Yang Ge swallowed his saliva, and his eyes were straight. What kind of monster is this? He can ignore the thunder and lightning, and change the form of thunder and lightning. He thinks that he can't do it. The martial arts of this land rank first, but they can't do the same. This is beyond the scope of human's function.

You know, it's a thunderbolt from the sky. If you don't pay attention to it, it will be split into ashes. Such a tyrannical thunder and lightning can be changed by people. It's more than a juggler.

However, he didn't know that ye Chen's magical powers were all connected with gods. Even if he had no magic power, he could use his internal force to activate him, which would have the same effect.

Pound! Pound! Pound!

In the sound of thunder, the sound of metal collision is clear and loud.

It was Ye Chen, who was holding a lightning hammer and pounding black black black iron again and again, just like a blacksmith. This is a weapon making formula. Fire can refine weapons, and thunder can do the same, and it is more domineering. The weapons made by this way have the power of thunder and lightning, and are absolutely fierce.

"Thunder and lightning make weapons?" Yang Ge opened his mouth. This casting method is unheard of.

"Sword, spear, sword and halberd, what kind do you want?" Ye Chen said leisurely.

"Sword." Yang Ge Lao did not want to give the answer.

Ye Chen didn't reply. In the rain and under the thunder, he waved and knocked black black black iron again and again, eliminating impurities. The irregular dark iron gradually changed its shape in his repeated strokes. It was a poor sword blank, which was being made into a peerless magic weapon.

Old Yang Ge was silent. He was terrified. He did not dare to make a sound. He was shocked by Ye Chen's courage and by his means. It was hard to hide his gratitude. What a great honor Ye Chen was willing to make weapons for him.

I do not know how long before the rain stopped, the sky thunder, also annihilated.

Heaven and earth are restored to peace.

Hum! Hum! Hum!

In the backyard, the buzzing sound of the sword can be heard all the time. It comes from ye Chen's hand. To be more precise, it is a long sword passed down from ye Chen's hand. Its whole body is dark and the sword's spirit is pressing. Sometimes there are thunder and lightning tearing. Because it was made by lightning, there is a mark of lightning on the sword body.

"Failed." Ye Chen shook his head with a sigh and threw the sword behind him at will.

The magic power is blocked, and the weapon refining skill is also limited. The weapons made this time are far from his standard. If you take them out, you are embarrassed to say that they were made by him. There is no way. The vision of the immortal is too high.

However, the sword, which he regarded as a defective product, fell into the hands of Yang Ge, which was the best sword ever. After a sword was cut out, the iron pillar standing in the courtyard, like tofu, was easily cut.

"Magic soldiers, magic soldiers!" Yang Ge was so excited that he knelt down with a long sword in his hand. He said, "this will be a treasure of Wulin. It's more domineering than the legendary sword of asking heaven."

"If you can, I really want to invite my tripod out." Ye Chen said with profound meaning that a defective sword can make Yang Ge old. If the Dalao God tripod is placed here, I don't know if the old man will kowtow and worship nine times. If he does, he will cry for his father and his mother.

"Thank you for your kindness." Yang Ge old holding a long sword came over, excited as a child, excited corner of his eyes were soaked in tears, "such a magic weapon, please give me your name."

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

"Aggressive enough." Old Yang Ge laughed and stepped out. He danced a long sword in the courtyard. The sword moves were exquisite, but the sword was full of fire and accompanied by thunder. Without using his internal force, he saw that the flowers and trees in the courtyard were cut off by the sword Qi.

"Little friend, it's good to exchange a few moves." Yang Ge old smile way.

"At will."

"Watch the move." Yang Ge Lao yelled, and a sword ran through the rainbow and attacked Ye Chen. This strike was his strongest one. The air of the stab made sparks.

Ye Chen stands still, majestic and motionless. He has no emotional fluctuation to the long sword.

It was not until the tip of the sword was five inches away from him that he raised his hand slightly, stretched out two fingers, and clamped the sword in an impartial manner. It was very easy for him to let old Yang Ge motivate his internal force, but it was difficult for him to penetrate half a point.

"This Yang Ge was shocked. His eyes were highlighted. He was shocked and shocked. His eyes were full of disbelief. That was his strongest blow! In addition, xuanlei sword boosts his power, which makes him an expert in Wulin. Ye Chen takes over easily. How strong he is!

"Wash and sleep!" Ye Chen fingers flick, Yang Ge old shock pedal pedal back.

When he stopped, ye Chen disappeared in the backyard.

In the courtyard, he fell into a quiet and deathly silence again. Old Yang Ge stood there in a daze. If he lost his soul, he always felt that his internal power in the past decades had been completely destroyed by a single move. Such a blow was very heavy.

"Is he God?" Yang Ge old muttered to himself, perhaps, even he did not know. When he said this, Xuan Lei sword in his hand fell off from his hand.

At the moment, the emaciated figure of his back was like a huge mountain of eight thousand feet. He could not help looking up at it. There was a natural moat between them, and his life-long efforts were also insurmountable.