The night washed by the rain is very refreshing.

In the small garden, Ye Chen and Lao Yang squatted on the ground, both tilted their heads and stared at the sky with their eyes eagerly expecting another heavy rain and a thunder and lightning to melt the black iron.

However, God was puzzled, and the two of them waited overnight, but there was no sound of thunder.

The night dissipated and the dawn light shone.

Old Yang Ge left with a dark circle on his eyes and regretfully.

"This is also a talent." Ye Chen sighed. He could imagine that Lao Yang was struck by lightning while holding the black black iron, and he was absolutely domineering.

Old Yang Ge left, but he was not idle either. He took his fortune telling outfit and went to the noisy street.

When he came to the restaurant door again, Ye Chen saw the man who had visited the tomb before. After disguising himself as he was about to leave Zhuxian Town.

This time, the tomb exploration team was almost wiped out, and only three or five of them were left. How dare they provoke the old tomb? What they had to do was to go back and report, or find masters and strangers.

"Donor, your Yintang is black!" Ye Chen stroked his beard.

"A bad fortune teller, looking for death." One of the martial arts masters of the three or five people suddenly became angry and became frustrated in the ancient tomb. He was already very frustrated and worried that he could not find anyone to vent his anger?

"Mo Ziwu." Another martial arts master stopped him and glanced at Ye Chen with a slight squint. He looked strange. Just because he had not seen him every day, Ye Chen's breath became extremely obscure, or in other words, with his rich internal strength, they could not see through his vision, which was a bit strange.

"Let's go." After Ye Chen closed his eyes, he immediately turned around.

The remaining four people all snorted coldly, followed by it, and were filled with anger again.

"If you don't listen to the old man's words, it's ugly to die." Ye Chen sighed. He could calculate that these three or five people could not escape the fate of being destroyed.

Because their eyebrows and seal hall are indeed very dark, they are all as dark as this bird, so there is no reason to be immortal.

Sure enough, when the J people left Zhuxian Town, they were ambushed in a forest. Until they died, they did not see who was attacking them. They saw arrows that were like rain, turning them into sieves. The ones who destroyed them were not robbers, but hostile forces. They had been waiting for them for a long time in this forest.

"Amitabha, how good it is." In the Zhuxian Town, Ye Chen silently recited the Heart Sutra and was silently observing the three or five people. He said that the Yin Tang was black and he didn't believe it. Look, it was destroyed!

The next day, Zhuxian Town was quite uneasy.

The so-called uneasy refers to outsiders.

Since the first wave of martial arts masters and strangers left, people have been coming, and they are divided into various forces. Behind them, they are all supported by princes, as if they are interested in the ancient tomb and are sure that there are a large amount of gold, silver and treasures, so they sent people one after another.

All the battles were fought in this battle and they were in urgent need of financial resources.

And this financial power is in that ancient tomb. In their opinion, an ancient tomb, g is in victory or defeat, and g is in their future throne. The attraction of power is still very attractive.

However, the wishes are beautiful, but the reality is cruel. There are many people coming here, all the masters are very confident, and even more so. But after the day, one group goes, one group dies, one group dies, one group goes, one group goes, one group doesn't believe in evil, and those who don't believe in evil are all dead, and that tomb becomes a tomb.

"This is the jth wave."

"The Princess Y Yue, it's really not covered up."

At the entrance of the restaurant, in front of the fortune telling table,

Chen and Yang Ge Lao sat shoulder to shoulder with their hands in their arms, looking at the distance with sighs.

On one end of the street, there were people who visited the tombs back, which was even more depressed than defeat. There was no worst, only worse. There was a little blood on his body. These were all light, and severely scars were all over his body.

Ye Chen is fine, he has been used to it.

However, whenever Mr. Yang saw someone coming back, he was very energetic and felt extremely sad when he saw those people being defeated.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

While the two were looking, they suddenly heard thunder in the sky.

Then, there were dark clouds rolling, and the originally clear day was covered in darkness.

That's right, it's going to rain.

"Hurry, hurry up." Yang Ge Lao stood up, pulled Ye Chen and left. He waited for lightning. It was not a day or two, and it was all lightning that melted the black black iron.

"This thunder is powerful enough." Ye Chen glanced at Xu Tian and was pulled to the backyard of the restaurant by Mr. Yang.

An iron pillar had already been erected in the backyard, with iron chains hanging on it. Yang Ge Lao had already carried the black black iron and hung it on the iron chain. Then he looked at Ye Chen, "Can you do this?"

"Okay." Ye Chen said casually, and sat on the fence, carrying a wine pot and crossing his legs.

As the words came, the sky roared, and a ray of lightning came down, slashing on the black iron.

Mr. Yang was trembling in his heart when he saw it, for fear that the black black iron would be chopped into a pile of scrap iron.

As lightning continued to fall, the black black iron was slashed with sparks.

Seeing this, Ye Chen threw the wine pot at will, took a step forward, and came under the iron pillar.

"You're crazy." Old Master Yang exclaimed.

"Don't come out." Ye Chen said lightly, using the internal force of Thunder X to pull the lightning down the sky, and then using the supreme secret technique to gather the lightning in his hand and turn it into a thunder hammer.

Gudong!

Yang Ge Lao swallowed violently, his eyes straightened. What kind of monster is this? He ignored lightning and could change lightning and change his shape. He thought he could not do such a despicable method. He could not do it, and he could not do it at the top of the martial arts in the land. This was beyond the scope of what humans could do.

You know, it is thunder from the sky. If you are not careful, you will be chopped into ashes. Such domineering thunder and lightning can still be changed by people, which is even more awesome than a magician.

However, he didn't know that Ye Chen's magical powers were all magical. Even if he couldn't have the power, he would still have an effect with his internal force c.

Pounds! Pounds! Pounds!

The sound of metal collision is crisp and loud in the thunder.

That was Ye Chen, holding a thunder and lightning hammer, hitting the black black iron again and again, just like a thundering iron. This is a weapon refining technique, fire can refine weapons, thunder can be used, and it is even more domineering. The weapons cast with this are inherently possessing the power of thunder and lightning, and are absolutely fierce.

"Thunder and lightning create weapons?" Yang Ge Lao opened his mouth. Such a method of casting weapons was unheard of.

"Which kind of swords, spears, swords and halberds are needed?" Ye Chen said leisurely.

"Sword." Yang Ge Lao gave the answer without thinking.

Ye Chen did not reply, in the rain, under the thunder, waved his hand again and again, knocking on the black black iron again and again, removing the impurities in it. The irregular black iron gradually changed its shape as he hit it again and again. It was a clumsy sword blank, which was being made into a peerless divine weapon.

Old Master Yang was silent, and he was shocked to see it, and he didn't dare to say a word.

The courage that shocked Ye Chen was also shocked by Ye Chen's methods, and it was hard to hide. I was grateful that Ye Chen was willing to build weapons for him. What an honor.

It took a long time before the rain stopped, and the thunder in the sky was also destroyed.

The world has restored tranquility.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

In the backyard, the buzzing sound of the sword was heard endlessly, and it was passed from Ye Chen's hand. To be more precise, it was a long sword passed from Ye Chen's hand. It was pitch black and the sword energy was b, and sometimes it was torn apart. Because it was made of thunder and lightning, there was a mark of lightning on the sword.

"Failed." Ye Chen shook his head sighing and threw the long sword behind him at will.

The magic power was blocked and the weapon refining technique was also limited. The weapons created this time were far from meeting his standards. I was embarrassed to say that they were made by him. There was no way, the immortal's vision was too high.

However, the sword he regarded as a defective, fell into the hands of Yang Ge Lao, and it was a peerless sword. With one sword, the iron pillar standing in the courtyard was easily cut open like tofu.

"Divine weapons, divine weapons!" Old Master Yang was very excited, holding a long sword in his hand, and knelt down with a pounce, "This will be a treasure in the martial arts world, more domineering than the legendary Wentian Sword."

"If so, I really want to invite my cauldron out." Ye Chen said meaningfully. A defective sword could make Yang Ge Lao like this. If the Daluo divine cauldron was slapped here, I wonder if this old man would knock three times and bow nine times. Maybe he would cry and call him mother.

"Thank you for your gift, my friend." Yang Ge Lao came over with his long sword, as excited as a child, tears soaked in the corners of his eyes. "You are such a magical weapon, please give me a name."

"Black black iron casting, thunder and lightning cheering, and black thunder sword." Ye Chen said casually.

"It's domineering." Yang Ge laughed loudly, and stepped forward, and danced a long sword in the yard. The sword moves were quite exquisite, but the sword energy was accompanied by thunder. Without using his internal force, he saw the flowers and trees in the yard being cut off by the sword energy.

"My friend, it's good to play with J tricks." Old Master Yang smiled.

"random."

"Look at the move." Yang Ge Lao shouted loudly, and a sword penetrated Changhong and attacked Ye Chen directly. This attack was his strongest attack, and the air of the stabbing sparked.

Ye Chen stood quietly, still not moving, without any emotional fluctuations towards the stabbed sword.

It was not until the tip of the sword was five inches away from him that he raised his hand slightly, stretched out his two fingers, and clamped the sword unbiasedly. It was very relaxed. No matter how Yang Ge Lao cried his internal force, it was difficult to stab it into half a minute.

"This..." Old Yang Ge was shocked, his eyes were prominent, shocked and shocked, full of disbelief. It was his strongest attack! In addition to the cheering of the Xuan Lei Sword, it was enough to instantly kill a martial arts master, but he was easily taken over by Ye Chen. How strong is he!

"Sweep and go to bed!" Ye Chen flicked his fingers and shocked Mr. Yang Ge back.

When he stopped, Ye Chen had disappeared in the backyard.

In the courtyard, he fell into tranquility again, and died of silence. Old Yang Ge was standing there in a daze, feeling as if he had lost his soul, he always felt that his ten years of internal strength had been in vain. With one move, just one move, he was defeated in a mess. This blow was very heavy.

"Is he a god?" Yang Ge Lao murmured to himself. Perhaps, even he himself didn't know that when he was saying this, the Xuan Lei Sword in his hand fell off from his hand inadvertently.

At this moment, the thin back was like a giant mountain of eight thousand feet, making him unable to help looking up. There was a natural barrier between them, and it was hard to overcome the power of his life.
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