Under the gaze of everyone, Ye Chen left with the merit book.

Behind him, there were pairs of admiring eyes, like looking at a god, and people would not have as many as he would have bet a thousand times.

The master of the station covered his chest, his old face was very dark, his eyes were red, and he felt sorry for him, which was even more uncomfortable than killing him.

It's the first time I've been a general in the underworld for so many years, I lost so badly.

Many masters sighed, looked full of pity, and felt inexplicably scared. Fortunately, Ye Chen had not gone to their place before.

This matter should be a lesson, and they are all scrupulous and must be sure of Ye Chen, otherwise the consequences will be very serious.

"Strength is willfulness. This merit is more than that we have saved for many years? I have never seen such a perverted master."

"We need to have that strength, we will also rogue, and rogue to death."

"The master of Taiwan regrets his intestines, and he cheats himself."

Amid the discussion, the crowd slowly dispersed and went their separate ways.

The gambling battle started again, and shouts and shouts resounded throughout the world. There was nothing wrong with the fight, but the howling thief who watched the show was loud.

I don’t know when I saw someone walking into the gambling arena.

He was a burly man with naked arms, naked back, bear waist, walking arrogantly, fierce and vicious, and bandit-like spirit.

Needless to say, Ye Chen has changed his shape and wants to sneak back and do another vote. The best place is to earn merit.

"I am smart, I will always come back." Ye Chen pursed his hair, glanced around, and then stepped onto a small hill.

He said very consciously that as soon as the man finished fighting, he ran up and played the bandits' aura to the extreme.

The master of the station is a little old man with a pointed mouth and a monkey cheek.

Seeing Ye Chen coming on stage, he squinted his eyes and looked again and again.

As he looked at it, he got up, held hissing, and screamed, "Come on, come! That guy is here again."

In a word, Ye Chen tugged at the corner of his mouth. Can he recognize this?

In just one second, less than seventy or eighty Taiwanese masters came.

OK! Ye Chen was surrounded by three circles inside and three circles outside.

The master who had lost two games before was also among them, with a black line running around on his forehead and a scary look on his beard.

"Several meaning." Ye Chen coughed dryly and couldn't help but retreat.

"There are not many meanings." The masters of the station smiled and made people scared. There were a few who were still rolling their sleeves.

Then, Ye Chen was beaten up, and a group of saint-level generals were like taking gun medicine and injecting chicken blood...

Soon, Ye Chen was thrown out and was beaten up by a group of masters, and he couldn't raise his head. He didn't even take any more light or heavy actions.

If you want to say, this guy is also very persevering, and he is almost beaten to death, but he is still silly and pretends to be a man and gets involved.

Then, he came out again, with footprints all over his body.

Later, this guy would always sneak into the gambling arena in various forms, such as a human-shaped bull head or a human-shaped horse face.

However, every time I was discovered, I was beaten up after all.

The eyes of many masters were still sharp and extremely united. When they saw Ye Chen, they cleared away without saying a word.

I really think we are always confused and can't cheat one of us. I still want to cheat us. I only have your number and deserve to be beaten.

After a few times, Ye Chen became a thief. All the masters of the Taiwan Strait are first-level alert. They are bloody examples, so they can't be unaware of it.

I don’t know how many times Ye Chen was thrown out of the gambling arena.

This time I was fucked a little badly, with a blue forehead, a swollen panda's eyes, covering my old waist, and even limping when walking.

Looking at the hair, it was like a chicken coop, scratched in a mess, and the nosebleed could not be wiped all the way.

"Oh, have you been beaten again?" Seeing Ye Chen in such a embarrassing manner, Zhao Yun was so happy that he smiled a little.

"Stop talking, it's all tears." Ye Chen grinned.

"Merit is very important to you?" Zhao Yun said with a smile.

"It's important, very important. I need to upgrade my rank to the Nether General. Only in this way can I ask the judge for a pass certificate." Ye Chen said, looking towards the Naihe Bridge, as if he could see Chu Ling'er at the bridge across nothingness.

"No wonder I tried so hard." Zhao Yun couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

"Forcing me to kill the evil dragon!" Ye Chen scratched his head.

"With your strength, it won't take long."

"That's true." Ye Chen patted his butt and stood up, glanced around, and then headed straight to the largest store.

Since you are going to kill the evil dragon, this move of Dragon Scattering is essential.

The store is not small, and it is a world inside. There are all kinds of things for sale, including underworld tools, elixirs, and secret scrolls.

The owner of the shop is a fat old man with a flat breast, exposed breasts, extremely fat, and kind-hearted eyebrows, like a Maitreya Buddha.

"There are dragon scams." Ye Chen directly explained the purpose of the trip.

"One thousand dark stones, one bag." The fat old man smiled.

"There is no Nether Stone, you can use merit to make up for it." Ye Chen said.

"One merit can be worth a thousand dark stones. Well, it is also a merit. You can exchange it for a bag of Dragon Spoon, how much do you want."

"Fifty." Ye Chen said, taking out his merit book and too lazy to bargain. His time is very precious.

The fat old man was so happy that he had a fifty merits, that was not a small amount, or that was a big deal.

Ye Chen cut the fifty merits into the fat old man's merit book, took the storage bag containing Zhaolong San and went out.

However, in the next second, he turned his head back.

The fat old man who was happy in the merit book couldn't help but raise his head and looked at Ye Chen tentatively, "Is there a problem with Zhaolongsan?"

"No problem?" Ye Chen replied casually, with a pair of sharp eyes sweeping around the shelves, wondering what he was looking for.

After three or two breaths, he took a step and went to the corner of the store. On the shelf was a black broken sword.

Ye Chen raised his hand, held the black sword in his hand, brushed away the dust on it, looked over and over, with deep eyes.

This broken sword is very strange. It is cast from any material. It is extremely hard and carved with ancient divine patterns, which is very heavy.

The level is not high, only the level of quasi-holy warriors, but it is still broken.

The most important thing is that there is a golden word engraved on the hilt of the sword.

It is a word "king", which is about as big as adult nails, shining with dim golden light, which is very mysterious.

Ye Chen took a deep breath and his eyes flashed.

He was extremely sure that the word "官" was the word "Dunjia Tian".

It was also the opportunity of the word Dunjia Tian that led him back. This is definitely a treasure, a priceless treasure.

But he wondered, how could there be the word Dunjia Tian in the underworld? Who brought it in, or was it already there.

"Did you fall in love with this sword?" The fat old man came over with his hands in his arms, and raised his fingers with a smile, "Two hundred merits."

"One hundred." Ye Chen replied while watching.

"Trade." The fat old man was not ordinary. He seemed to be optimistic about the sword, so he was eager to sell it, and he also saved the space on the shelves.

"Did you give too much?" Ye Chen curled his lips, put away his sword, took out the merit book, and cut off a hundred with a painful face.

"Let's go slowly." The fat old man smiled and his eyes narrowed into lines.

"Give me another bag of dragon spans." Ye Chen was very timid. Before leaving, he walked away with another bag of dragon spans, and ran very fast.

"Hey." The fat old man chased after him, but Ye Chen was no longer seen. He immediately blew his beard and stared at him, and his big face turned black.

On the street, Ye Chen looked at the sword while running outside the city.

The sword itself is not valuable. The preciousness is the word Dunjia Tian on the sword. It involves Dunjia Tian Book and cannot be measured by money.

Outside the city, Zhao Yun leaned under a big tree. When he saw Ye Chen walking out, he stretched out, "Two people will be faster."

"You want to help me kill the evil dragon?" Ye Chen's eyes lit up.

"It's also idle." Zhao Yun shrugged again.

"Okay!" Ye Chen was in a good mood. Zhao Yun's combat power was comparable to him. With his help, his efficiency was twice as fast as possible.

The two of them stepped out of Xutian and headed straight for the sea of ​​evil.

As soon as the two left, Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang came.

After searching for a long time, I realized that Ye Chen had come to the ghost town. However, after searching through the ghost town, I could not find Ye Chen's figure.

"Okay, it's too late again." Hei Wuchang couldn't help but curse.

"Have you gone to the sea of ​​evil again?" Bai Wuchang stroked his tongue.

"If you ask me, don't look for it. With that boy's urinary nature and merit, he will definitely go to the Hall of Yama to find the judge."

"It would be strange if you could give him a certificate of approval. The ability to cultivate merit does not mean that your cultivation level can meet the standards. The position of the god is not a joke."
To be continued...