Under the attention of everyone, Ye Chen walked away with his merit book.
Behind him, there were pairs of adoring eyes, as if they were looking at gods. People who gambled a thousand games may not have as many as him.
The host was clutching his chest, his face was extremely dark, his eyes were red, and he felt so distressed that it was even worse than killing him.
After so many years as a underworld general, this was the first time I lost so miserably.
Many of the stage owners were sighing, full of pity, and also had an inexplicable fear. Fortunately, Ye Chen had not gone to their place before.
This incident should be regarded as a lesson. They all have a keen eye and must look for Ye Chen, otherwise the consequences will be serious.
"Strength is all about willfulness. How can we save this merit for so many years? I have never seen such a perverted master."
"If we have that strength, we can also swim towards death."
"The host's intestines are so full of regret that he has tricked himself."
Amid the discussion, the crowd slowly dispersed and went their separate ways.
The gambling fight resumed, and the shouts and shouts resounded throughout the world. The people fighting were nothing, but the howls of the theatergoers were louder.
At some point, I saw someone walking into the gambling arena.
He was a burly man with bare arms and a heavy back. He walked very arrogantly, with a fierce look and a bandit spirit.
That guy, needless to say, was Ye Chen. He changed his form and wanted to sneak back and do another job. The best way to earn merit is here.
"I am smart and will always come back." Ye Chen pursed his hair and glanced around before setting foot on a hill.
He said very consciously that as soon as the person was beaten, he ran up to him, making a loud noise, and brought out the gangster spirit to the extreme.
The host was a little old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.
Seeing Ye Chen coming on stage, he squinted his eyes and looked over and over again.
After looking at it, he stood up, took a deep breath, and howled loudly, "Come on, someone! That guy is here again."
With one sentence, the corners of Ye Chen's mouth twitched fiercely. Do you recognize this
In less than a second, no less than seventy or eighty stage owners came running.
Okay! Ye Chen was surrounded by three circles inside and three outside.
The host who had lost two games before was also among them. The black lines on his forehead were running wildly, and he was blowing his beard and staring in a scary way.
"What do you mean?" Ye Chen coughed dryly and couldn't help but retreat.
"It doesn't mean much." All the stage hosts smiled, which made people feel scared. A few of them were still rolling their sleeves.
Then, Ye Chen was beaten up, and a bunch of saint-level underworld generals were treated like they had been given gunpowder or chicken blood. .
Soon, Ye Chen was thrown out and beaten so hard that he couldn't even lift his head. The attacks were neither gentle nor severe.
I have to say that this guy is also very perseverant. He was almost beaten to death, but he still acted shamelessly and pretended to be a person to sneak in.
Then, he came out again, with footprints all over his body.
After that, this guy would always sneak into the gambling arena disguised in various forms, such as a human-shaped bull head or a human-shaped horse face.
However, every time he was found out, he was beaten after the incident.
The eyes of the many stage hosts were still sharp and they were extremely united. When they saw Ye Chen, they left without saying a word.
I really thought that we were too old-sighted to deceive one of you, and yet you still want to deceive us. You deserve to be beaten.
After a few rounds, Ye Chen has really become a thief, and all the major TV hosts are on first level alert. There are bloody examples, and it is impossible not to be alert.
I don't know how many times Ye Chen was thrown out of the gambling arena.
This time I was fucked a bit badly, my forehead was bruised, my face was swollen, my eyes were swollen, my waist was covered, and I even walked with a limp.
Look at the hair, which is like a chicken coop, messy after being scratched, and the nosebleed, which can't be wiped off all the way.
"Hey, you got beaten up again?" Seeing Ye Chen in such a mess, Zhao Yun put his hands on his hands and smiled happily, smiling a little bit.
"Don't mention it, it's just tears." Ye Chen bared his teeth.
"Is merit very important to you?" Zhao Yun said with a smile.
"Important, very important. I need to raise my rank to Underworld General. Only in this way can I ask the judge for the customs clearance document." Ye Chen said, looking towards the direction of Naihe Bridge, as if he could see through the void. Chu Ling'er at the bridge.
"No wonder you are so desperate." Zhao Yun couldn't help but shake his head and smile.
"Force 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, took a look around, and then went straight to the largest store.
Since you want to kill the evil dragon, this trick of dragon scattering is indispensable.
The shop is not small, with a whole interior. It sells all kinds of things, including ghost weapons, elixirs, and secret scrolls.
The owner of the shop is a fat old man, with open chest and exposed breasts. He is extremely fat and has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, just like a Maitreya Buddha.
"Is there Zhaolong San?" Ye Chen directly explained his intention.
"One thousand Hell Stones, one bag." The fat old man smiled.
"If you don't have a dark stone, you can use merit to get it." Ye Chen said.
"One meritorious deed can be worth a thousand underworld stones. Well, one meritorious deed can be exchanged for a bag of Zhaolong Powder. How much do you want?"
"Fifty." Ye Chen said, having already taken out his merit book and didn't bother to negotiate the price. His time was very precious.
The fat old man was very happy. Fifty merits was not a small amount, or in other words, it was a big deal.
Ye Chen added fifty merits to the fat old man's merit book, took the storage bag containing Zhaolong Powder and went out.
However, in the next second, he turned back again.
The fat old man who was happily holding the merit book couldn't help but raise his head and looked at Ye Chen tentatively, "Is there a problem with Zhaolong Powder?"
"No problem?" Ye Chen replied casually, with a pair of sharp eyes scanning the shelves, not knowing what he was looking for.
After a few breaths, he took steps and went to the corner of the store. On the shelf, there was a black broken sword.
Ye Chen raised his hand, held the black sword in his hand, brushed off the dust on it, looked at it over and over, his eyes were deep.
This broken sword is very strange. It is made of unknown material. It is extremely hard. It is engraved with ancient divine patterns and is very heavy.
The level is not high, only the quasi-sacred soldier level, and it is still broken.
The most important thing is a gold character engraved on the hilt of the sword.
It's a "king" character, about the size of an adult's fingernail, shining with a dim golden light, which is very mysterious.
Ye Chen took a deep breath, his eyes twinkling.
He was extremely certain that the character "王" was the character "Dunjia Tian".
It was precisely the opportunity of Dunjia Tianzi that brought him back. This is definitely a treasure, a priceless treasure.
It's just that he wonders, how can there be Dunjia Tianzi in the underworld in the underworld? Who brought it in, or is it there in the first place.
"Have you taken a fancy to this sword?" The fat old man came over with his hands in his hands and raised two fingers with a smile, "Two hundred merits."
"One hundred." Ye Chen replied while looking at it.
"Deal." The fat old man was not as straightforward as usual. It seemed that he didn't think much of the sword, so he was eager to sell it and save space on the shelf.
"Did you give too much?" Ye Chen curled his lips, put away his sword, took out his merit book, and crossed out one hundred with a painful look on his face.
"Walk slowly." The fat old man smiled and narrowed his eyes.
"Give me another bag of Zhaolong Powder." Ye Chen was so quick that he took another bag of Zhaolong Powder before leaving the house. He ran away very fast.
"Hey." The fat old man chased after him, but Ye Chen was nowhere to be seen. He suddenly blew his beard and stared, his face turned black.
On the street, Ye Chen looked at the sword while running out of the city.
The sword itself is not valuable, but the value is the Dunjia Tianzi on the sword. When it comes to Dunjia Tianshu, it cannot be measured by money.
Outside the city, Zhao Yun was leaning under a big tree. When he saw Ye Chen walking out, he stretched his body and said, "Two of us will go faster."
"You want to help me kill the evil dragon?" Ye Chen's eyes lit up.
"Idle time is idle." Zhao Yun shrugged again.
"Okay!" Ye Chen was in a good mood. Zhao Yun's combat power was on par with him. With his help, his efficiency was twice as fast.
The two of them stepped out of Xutian side by side and headed straight for the sea of evil.
As soon as the two left, Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang came.
After searching around for a long time, I realized that Ye Chen had come to the ghost town, but even after searching the ghost town, I couldn't find Ye Chen.
"Okay, it's late again." Hei Wuchang couldn't help but curse.
"Going to Niehai again?" Bai Wuchang licked his tongue.
"If you ask me, let's stop looking for him. With that kid's urinary nature, when his merits are achieved, he will definitely go to the Hall of Hell to find the judge."
"It would be strange to be able to give him the ultimatum to pass the customs. Being able to cultivate merit does not mean that the cultivation level is up to standard. God's position is not a joke."
As the two of them talked, they walked into a tavern. They were lazy and ordered a bottle of good wine so that they could order two small dishes.
Here, Ye Chen and Zhao Yun were like fairy lights and divine lights, adding two brilliant colors to the dark sky.
Three hours later, the two fell from the sky one after another.
The sea of evil is still so gloomy, with rolling waves, wailing ghosts, evil thoughts, resentments and evil thoughts intertwined, the scene is scary.
"A place of great danger." Zhao Yun sighed, looking fearful.
"Even the Emperor of Hades cannot completely defeat him. He is absolutely difficult to deal with. Not even the Tenth Palace of Yamas would dare to go deeper."
"Give me half of the Zhaolong Powder." Zhao Yun stretched out his palm.
Ye Chen was very straightforward and divided half of the fifty bags of Zhaolong Powder.
The two of them started fighting, one running towards the other, swaying to move the dragon away.
The roar of the dragon suddenly started, and two evil dragons rushed out at the same time. Their huge dragon bodies were black, stirring thunder and lightning and dark clouds.
Ye Chen's fighting style was still domineering. He jumped on top of the evil dragon, using no weapons but the fierce Bahuang Fist.
The evil dragon circled and roared, unable to get rid of it no matter how hard he tried. The huge dragon head was hit by Ye Chen's punch, and the bones flew everywhere.
On the other side, Zhao Yun was also very good-natured. He overturned the evil dragon with Zhatian's palm and rode directly on the dragon. He also beat the evil dragon with his bare hands without using weapons, and the dragon's body broke apart.
What is a monster? These are monsters, and there are two of them.
To be able to challenge an evil dragon at the imperial level, in the entire underworld, they are probably the only ones who dare to do so.
"Two universes, two eras, two protagonists."
In the majestic hall, Emperor Hades' words were long and ethereal.
In front of him, there was a water curtain suspended, and the scene inside it was the scene of Ye Chen and Zhao Yun fighting against the dragon.
"I'm going to let you go, Emperor Ming, you... so why not."
Di Huang appeared, smiled faintly, and looked at the water curtain.
He who once challenged the Five Emperors alone also showed his relief to Ye Chen and Zhao Yun. The geniuses of future generations are really amazing.
"The two of them will have a battle." Emperor Ming smiled leisurely and looked sideways at Di Huang, "Who do you think will win?"
"No matter how good they are, we will die together." Emperor Huang said calmly.