"Tsk tsk." Zhao Shiyi's voice appeared. Listening to his tone, Chen Yuan snorted and replied: "Now I know that I'm out, why didn't I dare to speak out just now."

"Chen Yuan, you really get cheap and behave like a good person. Do you know what you get?" Zhao Shiyi's voice was full of envy.

"What?"

Hearing Chen Yuan's stupid words, Zhao Shiyi jumped out of the Five Elements' Hidden Hidden and knocked Chen Yuan's head hard.

"You idiot." Zhao Shiyi looked at Chen Yuan angrily and continued: "First of all, haven't you discovered that your current cultivation level is already at the peak of A-level? And it is a deeply rooted A-level peak. Secondly, the enlightenment of several players is passed on to you, and you can integrate it with your own life and death path. Not to mention the pseudo-S level, even the level of the beast god or the dealer, you can pass two moves."

"Class?" Chen Yuan, who was flying in the sky, almost dislocated his chin in shock. "Is it so exaggerated?"

Zhao Shiyi sighed, and a tear fell on the corner of his eyes.

"What kind of life are you? The insights of three half-step S-level masters are worthless in your eyes!"

Chen Yuan still respects several players very much, and he quickly defended himself: "Where do I have it? As you say so, there is still the last one?"

Zhao Shiyi continued, humming and saying, "No, of course, there is the last one. The spirit stool in your hand can be regarded as a kind of spiritual weapon. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a magic weapon.

There are the laws of your way of life and death, half of your life, half of your life, and half of your life, sit on it and realize the truth, and you will achieve twice the result with half the effort!"

Chen Yuan looked at the spirit stool in his hand, scratched his head, and said in surprise: "This stool is so strong? You can even fart a magical weapon? Then can I mass-produce a magical weapon!"

Looking at the light in Chen Yuan's eyes, Zhao Shiyi was about to say something, but Emperor Qi suddenly jumped out of Chen Yuan's pocket, probably unable to help it.

"Bad King, are you dreaming? Without the two seniors Qinglong and Zhuque, do you think you can still reproduce the operation just now? Do you think that a magic weapon is a mess? This is all opportunity, do you understand? It's a rare opportunity in a thousand years, and you actually want to mass produce it, which is simply insulting the word "Artificial Artifact!"

Looking at the little stone in front of him, Chen Yuan was about to take out his unsupported troops to teach him a lesson, but suddenly he thought about what Emperor Qi said at the critical moment. After thinking about it, he would just forget it.

"Okay, okay, I'll remember you a merit. I won't call you Qi Hei from now on, so I'll call you Emperor Qi."

When Emperor Qi heard Chen Yuan's words, he seemed very happy. After flying a few laps in the sky, he was very excited.

"You guys, you have a little conscience, and I won't help you in vain."

Chen Yuan didn't care about Emperor Qi, and like a rich man, he hugged his spirit stool tightly and looked at Zhao Shiyi.

"Zhao Shiyi, what are the effects of this stool? Can you find out?"

Zhao Shiyi looked at the spiritual stool in Chen Yuan's hand. The appearance of the stool was not much different from that of ordinary stone stools, except that the black and white colors were clearly distinguished, and the light of its own spiritual energy was really extraordinary.

Zhao Shiyi held the white face of the spirit stool with one hand, closed his eyes, felt it for a while, then put his hand on the black face of the spirit stool, and felt it for a while.

Finally, Zhao Shiyi put his hands aside, but as soon as his hands touched the spirit bench, Zhao Shiyi's face changed wildly. He pulled back his hands like an electric shock, trembling slightly. In the blink of an eye, cold sweat spread to Zhao Shiyi's forehead.

"What's wrong with you?" Chen Yuan saw Zhao Shiyi's strangeness and immediately stepped forward and asked about Zhao Shiyi's situation.

Zhao Shiyi took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes, full of shock.

"Life and death, reincarnation continues. Chen Yuan, you must keep this spiritual stool."

Zhao Shiyi was halfway through his words, and Chen Yuan immediately looked at him with a question mark.

"The rules of life and death on this stool are extremely rich. When I touched one side with one hand, I only had a very mysterious feeling. The white face was like a tender seedling that had just sprouted, while the black face had a lifeless feeling."

Zhao Shiyi looked at the spirit stool in Chen Yuan's hand, swallowed a little, and said with lingering fear: "But when my hands were touching the black and white surfaces, an extremely strong sense of contradiction surged into my heart, just like water and fire, and the two cannot coexist.

"This feeling is directly tearing my soul. If I hadn't been a split body of the Thousand Eyeworm and had strong mental power, I could have actively cut off the connection with the Spirit Stool, I would have never opened my eyes again."

"Is it so evil?" Chen Yuan's butt was on the spirit stool, with a normal expression and no strangeness at all. "I feel comfortable sitting. I have gained something from the insights given to me by several senior players just now."

Zhao Shiyi gave Chen Yuan a blank look. "The way you have realized is the way of life and death. This spiritual stool was created by you. It can still be eaten by the master. Anyway, for those who do not have mental power, you'd better not let him sit on it. You can only sit half of your butt, and you must not sit all of it."

"Is it so scary?" Chen Yuan's curiosity suddenly surged. He shook the spirit stool in his hand, thinking in his heart that he must find something to try when he goes back.

"This spiritual stool is clearly black and white, just like Tai Chi Bagua. Why not just call him Yin and Yang stool!"

Hearing Zhao Shiyi's words, Chen Yuan looked a little embarrassed.

"This Yin-Yang Stool is not very nice, so let's change it. What about the Life and Death Chair?"

Zhao Shiyi doesn't care. This spiritual stool was originally made by Chen Yuan. He just made an opinion, and the life and death chair sounds more appropriate to the way of life and death.

"It's up to you, you're the owner of the stool anyway."

The two of them chatted for a while and returned to the Yanhuang Wu Palace.

It was evening now, and there was no one in the martial arts palace. Chen Yuan looked for a while and found that everyone was sitting around, watching the war scenes taken by Ma Tengyun.

"Is this the battle scene of the people in Zhuque Hall?" Chen Yuan's sudden appearance scared everyone, but everyone soon got used to it. Looking at the psychic mecha on the screen, Chen Yuan asked.

Hearing Chen Yuan’s question, Ma Tengyun stood up excitedly, patted his chest, and said, “Boss, look at the combat power of our Zhuque Hall. The mecha and the warrior are perfectly integrated. The combat power is not as simple as one plus one equals two.”

Chen Yuan did not answer Ma Tengyun's words immediately, but carefully watched the war video for a while before continuing: "Yes, the overall cooperation of Zhuquetang is indeed good. The wounded and combatants' defense replacement was very timely and they did a good job."

Hearing Chen Yuan's praise, Ma Tengyun's face was full of pride and his tail was almost overturned.

"Okay, okay, I will save the war videos of our Zhuquetang for future viewing."

Ma Tengyun's shameless words attracted everyone's attention, but no one said anything. After all, this time, Zhuquetang was indeed undead, and Ma Tengyun and the others did have the capital to be proud.

If others don’t speak, it doesn’t mean Chen Yuan doesn’t know how to do it. He slapped Ma Tengyun on the back, grinning in pain.

"Look at how proud you look. How did you do what you asked you to do a few days ago?"

Ma Tengyun was stunned for a moment and asked tentatively: "Is it a problem to place orphans for the sacrifice of brothers?"

Chen Yuan nodded, and when he heard this, a hint of disgrace appeared on Ma Tengyun's face.

"Boss, I've done this. It's easy for the people from the Hidden Sect to say that some of them have needed martial arts, and some have the qualifications of the younger generation to come to our practice, but..."

Seeing that Ma Tengyun was hesitating, Chen Yuan couldn't help feeling a little unhappy. He waved his hand and signaled Ma Tengyun not to cover up and said boldly.

"A lot of the brothers we recruited have expressed their willingness to come to Yanhuang Wu Temple, but some of them are ordinary people. Our Yanhuang Wu Temple is a holy land for all martial arts people, but for ordinary people, the conditions are indeed a bit difficult, and their daily life is not convenient, so I can only give them some resettlement fees first and then find a way later."

Ma Tengyun's words suddenly reminded Chen Yuan that although the Yanhuang Martial Palace is a holy land for martial arts people, it is not suitable for ordinary people to live in at all.

But an immature idea suddenly came to Chen Yuan's mind.

"Ma Tengyun, Huo Yuan, Xupang, Xiaoliu, come on, I have something to tell you."

The few people who were named by Chen Yuan immediately stood up and came to Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan took everyone to a secluded place and spent a whole day telling several people about his ideas and plans.

"I've finished talking, why do you look at me with this kind of eyes... I'm not a monster... I just said my own ideas. Haven't you all helped me improve it? And the specific work needs to be implemented by you, come on."

After the meeting, everyone in Ma Tengyun, Huo Yuan, Liu Xu and Feng Xiaoliu had dazzling light in their eyes.

Then Chen Yuan shook his head secretly and shouted that he was shooting himself in the foot.

In this way, with Ma Tengyun as the commander-in-chief, the entire Yanhuang Wu Palace started to move!

Just as everyone was busy, Shenyin Cang quietly found Chen Yuan.

Seeing the once unrestrained and unruly Shenyin Cang becoming the current vicissitudes of man, Chen Yuan was also very heartbroken. This happened to the Monk Ghost House. It was extremely rare for Shenyin Cang to persist in living.

"Brother Chen, I want to go back to the 'Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Poems'."

Looking at the Shenyin Cang with a calm expression, Chen Yuan asked with some concern: "Are you going back? The Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Poems is not already..."

Before Chen Yuan finished speaking, he was afraid of arousing the sad past of Shenyin Cang.

As if seeing Chen Yuan’s hesitation, Shenyin Cang smiled calmly and said, “The Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Poems was once the location of the Monk Ghost House. When the Monk Ghost House was destroyed, some members did not return. I want to go back and see if I can find some of the Nong Ghost Houses. Moreover, there are inheritances left by my ancestors in the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Poems. I must go back.”

Chen Yuan's heart was slightly moved. The Shenyin Cang was strong. If he could stay in the Yanhuang Wu Palace, it would be a great help. However, the fallen leaves returned to their roots. After all, this place was not the hometown of Shenyin Cang.

Perhaps it was because I saw the busy scenes of everyone these days that the memories of Shenyin Cang were evoked.

"Okay, but I'm going back with you."
Chapter completed!