"Of course." In response to Ye Chen's inquiry, the old man in purple smiled slightly, "I have seen a lot of real fire, but this is the first time I have seen golden real fire like yours."
"But I don't think my true fire is very strong." Ye Chen scratched his head.
"True fire is born from heaven and earth. It is born with spirituality. It will naturally be suppressed by the master's cultivation level. You are in the Qi Condensation Realm. Your true fire only has the ability corresponding to your cultivation level, and..."
Having said this, the old man in purple stopped for a moment and looked at Ye Chen meaningfully, "And your true fire has not yet awakened."
"Awakening?" Ye Chen became more and more surprised as he listened.
"I can only say that it is not an ordinary real fire. At least in my opinion, it is stronger than all the real fires I have seen." The old man in purple seemed to be hiding something. Talking too much would not be of any benefit to Ye Chen now.
Ye Chen was still unfinished, but he knew how to restrain himself and did not continue to ask.
"Come on!" The old man in purple had already raised his arm and raised his palm.
Ye Chen didn't delay at all, and immediately raised his arm, his palm touching the palm of the old man in purple.
Suddenly, with a thought in his mind, the real fire poured out at will, poured into the arm of the purple-clothed old man through his palm, turned into countless strands, and tightly wrapped the runes.
"Demon blood." The purple-clothed old man's eyes suddenly became extremely deep when he came into real physical contact with Ye Chen.
He stared at Ye Chen, as if he could see the blood flowing in Ye Chen's body, and he captured a bloodthirsty, ferocious and violent aura from inside.
The old man in purple squinted his eyes and glanced at Ye Chen subtly.
"How can he have real fire in his body?" The old man in purple murmured in his heart, and he could see that Ye Chen obviously didn't know that there was actually the blood of the ancient demon clan hidden in his blood.
The doubts in his heart were interrupted by the pain in his arm.
The old man in purple withdrew his thoughts from Ye Chen and focused on his arm. Wrapped in Ye Chen's real fire, the witchcraft seal felt a powerful threat and struggled violently.
Upon seeing this, the old man in purple pointed out and completely trapped the witchcraft seal on his arm to prevent it from spreading to other parts of his body.
An hour passed quietly, and Ye Chen was already sweating profusely.
His true fire is still burning brightly, but the witchcraft seal is obviously deeply rooted and can compete with the real fire, so that after so long, he can only burn out a little bit of the curse seal.
"Xuangang and Xuantie are hard to get!" Ye Chen wiped his sweat.
Thinking about it now, he regretted that the reward was less. This witchcraft seal was far from comparable to the evil thoughts in Xiong Er's mace. It could not be refined overnight. It would take a long time to completely remove it. time.
Ye Chen felt a little tired, and the old man in purple gently placed his palm on Ye Chen's shoulder, pouring the essence into Ye Chen's body.
The essence entered the body, which shocked Ye Chen's spirit.
"Little friend, you only need to refine one of the curse patterns." The old man in purple said, "The witchcraft curses are connected by the curse patterns. Once one curse pattern is refined, I will have a way to break the witchcraft curse."
Um!
Ye Chen nodded, took a deep breath, and the real fire flames instantly rose.
Six hours later, he lost strength for the first time and breathlessly withdrew the real fire.
At this time, looking at the purple-clothed old man's arm, the curse patterns on it were in chaos, and the witchcraft connected to the curse patterns also became bright and dark.
The old man in purple clothes was really a person with great supernatural powers. He put his fingers together and pressed them on his arms. Starting from his shoulders and moving downwards, he forcefully forced out the curse mark that was integrated into his arms.
Ye Chen did not bother, but quietly exited the small courtyard.
After returning to the back hall again, he took out the storage bag given to him by the old man in purple clothes. He hurriedly looked inside and was shocked.
"Five...five hundred thousand." Seeing the number of spiritual stones, he couldn't help but swallowed secretly.
"What a generous gesture!" Ye Chen sighed with a click of his tongue. Ye Chen's heart was pounding. He had thought that the old man in purple would give him so many spiritual stones, which was beyond his expectation.
Huh
After a while, Ye Chen realized that in addition to the five hundred thousand spirit stones in the storage bag, there was also a small note.
Taking out the small note, Ye Chen glanced at it hastily: The iron rod was given to my little friend by Tianxuan Sect, and I will return the original amount of 500,000 spirit stones.
"Sure enough, he is from Tianxuan Sect." Ye Chen touched his chin.
With this thought in his mind, he walked out of the back hall and came to the street. He was in a good mood. Five hundred thousand spiritual stones were back, which gave him a little confidence. He had money in hand and felt at ease.
It was getting late, but there were still many pedestrians on the street, and there was still an endless stream of hawkers.
Ye Chen did not go back immediately, but wandered around the street, scanning the stalls on both sides, looking for the black steel and black iron he needed.
Finally, he stopped in front of a wretched old man's stall.
"Black steel and black iron." Ye Chen just stopped and focused his attention on two irregular stones, one black and one bright. They were not big in size, only about the size of an egg.
His arrival did not seem to attract the attention of the wretched old man, who was looking at the woman passing by with bright eyes, and while looking, he showed that kind of wretched smile.
Somehow, when Ye Chen saw the old man for the first time, he had an urge to kick him.
"Old man, if you look again, I'll take the things away."
ah
The old man's eyes immediately turned around, he coughed dryly, wiped the saliva from his mouth very calmly, made a 180-degree turn, and first stroked his small beard, looking like a senior. .
Ye Chen twitched the corner of his mouth, secretly thinking that the old man's acting skills are really not good at all. One second he was looking at the beauty in a vulgar way, but this moment he turned into a senior. Those who didn't know thought that this guy was really a senior. Where is the master
"This little brother, I can tell you are someone who knows the goods. All my treasures are here, only waiting for the right person." The old man stroked his beard again in his trademark way, but always had a wretched look on his face.
cut!
Ye Chen didn't take it seriously. He passed by so many stalls and almost everyone said this. He was already used to it.
"I want this piece of black iron and black steel." Ye Chen pointed to the black iron and black steel without any ink marks.
"One hundred thousand." The old man raised a finger.
"Fifty thousand." Ye Chen directly revealed the price. Your grandma's, 100,000 spirit stones, can't I just buy them directly from Chow Tai Fook, and why not go all the way to this netherworld black market
"Say, little kid, you're cutting the price too hard!" The wretched old man puffed his beard and glared.
"My master taught me to check half of the things before buying them." Ye Chen looked at the wretched old man with a harmless look on his face.
"I..." The wretched old man was about to get angry on the spot, but he still held it back, "Ninety thousand, it can't be any less."
"Sixty thousand."
"make a deal."
Ye Chen tried his best to bargain with the wretched old man, but the old man agreed so readily, which caught him off guard.
"Give me money, give me money, hurry up." The wretched old man seemed to have something urgent. He pushed Xuan Tie and Xuan Gang over, and then began to clean up his stall. The man looked panicked, as if there was something urgent. .
Ye Chen was very surprised, but he still put his hand into the storage bag.
"Old Zhuge, you are a murderer." Before he could take out the spirit stone, Ye Chen heard a loud curse coming from afar.
I couldn't help but glance at it, and I saw a fat old man coming angrily from not far away.
Seeing this, Ye Chen finally realized that the reason why the wretched old man who owned the stall was so anxious was because someone was looking to settle a score with him!
With this thought in his mind, Ye Chen still took out the spirit stone. You always have to give money when buying things.
However, before he could hand over the spirit stone, the wretched old man rolled up his things and ran away at an incredible speed.
"Your grandma's." After the wretched old man, the fat old man also whizzed by like a strong wind. The already noisy street became agitated because of the quarrel between these two old immortals.
"Leaving now?" Ye Chen coughed dryly, took out the storage bag containing the spirit stones and still kept it in his hand, so he consciously stuffed it into the storage bag. (http://) "Xianwu Emperor Zun" only represents the author's views of the Six Realms and Three Ways. If its content is found to be in violation of national laws, please delete it. http://'s position is only committed to providing healthy Green reading platform.
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