Chapter 8: Yuehuamen

Chapter VIII Yuehua mén
Xuanyuan put two bags of money into his pocket and turned around, but he saw Yin Xiaolu looking at him from afar. He stunned his head and smiled a few times. He came to Yin Xiaoluo, Xuanyuan. This laughed happily:
"The beauty master, here in the wilderness, there is nothing to entertain. These days, it is not a harvest. In a few days, I will buy some good things in the desert city."
Yin Yiluo shook her head and smiled:
"No, you have to keep the money. After all, I only taught you a month. Now it has been six days."
After the completion of Yin Xiaoluo's departure, since Xuancheng entered the practice, Xuanyuan has increasingly discovered the horror of Yin Luoluo. This nv person is definitely not able to attack himself. It can be described as inscrutable. Yin Ruluo’s words made Xuan Xuan’s mind somewhat awkward. Indeed, people only taught themselves for a month.
"..." Looking at Yin Xiaoluo's back, Xuanyuan was speechless, originally intended to go out and dàng, now Xuanyuan decided to continue to practice, at least to break through the realm of the fighters, when to see if there is a chance to sneak into Yin Luoluo What can I do if I want to do what I want, maybe, when will I have the opportunity to let her stay and teach myself to practice?
Xuanyuan sat on a stone, hung against the sun, and began to operate "Tianlong refining scales", once again dredging the máo hole in his body, scrubbed with the heavens and the earth.
Looking at Xuanyuan’s hard work, Yin Xiaoluo just sighed sighingly:
"If Yin Jia knows that I have received such a genius disciple, I am afraid I will take you back to focus on training. But at this time, I have a family that cannot be returned. Even you may be implicated. Naturally, you cannot be here. I have lived for a long time. Now, I can only teach you a little. It is a bit."
Yin Yiluo quietly looked at Xuanyuan cultivation, Xuanyuan huā took five xiǎo time, and "Tianlong refining scales" was run ten great and full of bang.
In this moment, Xuanyuan broke through to the power of the Ten Bulls.
Yin Yiluo stunned:
"Breakthrough to the realm of the fighters? No, the lowest fighter realm, at least will have the power of twelve cattle, how can he be the best?"
Suddenly, Yin Yiluo seemed to think of something and shouted:
"Is he a person with a special constitution? Has reached the power of the Ten Bulls, has not refining his skin, should be so, do not know the realm of his fighters peak, how much power?"
Xuanyuan, who is practicing, feels a lot of comfort, and some of the máo holes have been opened by himself, but he feels that there are still many máo holes in his body that have not yet been opened. Although he is happy, he is not satisfied. I took out the 'Dragon Scale Powder' and applied it to my body again. I endured the sting, endured the egg pain, and once again started the "Dragon Scales".
Another day has passed.
In the lower reaches of this stream, Qian’s face was black like ink. He heard two men crying and said that Xuanyuan had reached at least eight cows. One came down and they didn’t even have the chance to fight back. It sounds like no irritability.
The one who had the power of six cows and was killed by Xuanyuan with seven or eight teeth, roared angrily and leaked:
"The money steward, you must avenge us. He took away the money I want to honor you. He is in the upper reaches of the stream. In the past few days, we have been busy at the funeral."
"Yes, there is a silver wolf beside him..." The other one was full of claw marks, and the buttocks were bitten by a large piece of túnròu.
"That is to say, the xiǎo son now has at least eight powers. Hey, even if he reaches the power of the nine cows, I am not afraid, can't do anything, I can do my best to display this 'venomous whip'. Power, even the fighters can't easily take it, I don't believe he can resist it."
Qian Yan's face sinks into the water, his face is full of grievances, and he can't wait to kill Xuanyuan. These two people started their own hands and cultivated them themselves. They can honor their own money every month. Now I don't think this máo head xiǎo Son, since he moved to his own head, he would never be soft.
"Go, go upstream, I want to take this xiǎo son to pick up a poisonous snake whip in the hands of the money. This 'venomous whip' is a piece of the following artifact, which is given to the chōu by this 'venomous whip' The person will be numb and lose some fighting power. This is the powerful thing of this poisonous snake whip. Even if it is a man of the warrior's realm, the heart is broken by this poisonous snake whip, and the toxin invades the body. It will also reduce its combat effectiveness by half.
Qian smashed the scorpion and hid a dark mark in his sleeve. This dark label is called 'Poisonous Snake Mark'. It is also a fake instrument. It is used by the mén for assassination. The poison xìng is negligible compared to this 'poisonous snake', because this 'poisonous snake', the poison above, can poison a demon bear, an adult magic bear, at least 30 cattle. Force, unless it is the kind of Dacheng, the bear of Nedan, can not be poisoned to death, but as long as it cooperates with people, it will not be a problem!
Qian Qian took a group of seven slaves, of which he owns the power of nine cows, and the other three have the power of seven cows. The other four are the fighters with the power of six cows, and they are straight to the upper stream of Xixi River. The direction flew away, leaving only one of the two people who were down by Xuanyuan.
"You go back and take care of yourself. The people of Yuehua Mén will come to the deserted city in the next few days. At that time, some qualified people will be selected as disciples. Yongfu and Yonglai obviously have no chance to go, etc. The moon is chosen to see if you can get some places to go to Yuehua mén, depending on how much you can honor."
The two slaves were shocked and immediately nodded, and the face was full of excitement. If you can get this quota, it means that you have the opportunity to turn over later. Yuehua mén is a big mén faction of a practitioner. A city of xiǎo under mén.
Just when Qian Wei took a group of people to kill the upper reaches of Xixi River, Xuanyuan did not reluctantly 'dragon scale powder' and smeared it on his body. Sure enough, the progress of cultivation was much faster. Xuanyuan felt that he absorbed the heaven and earth aura. The speed of scouring your skin is getting faster.
Unconsciously, Xuanyuan once again broke through the power of a cow and reached the power of eleven cattle.
However, at this time, Xuanyuan’s ear moved and felt that a group of people were heading towards this position. The máo hair of the lone star was also blown up at this moment, making a low-pitched voice. Eight figures quickly, after all, I saw a middle-aged strong man holding a poisonous snake whip, smirking with a group of evil servants like a wolf like a tiger.
Xuanyuan stepped back cautiously, and the blind man squatted slightly and looked at Qian Qian. In the depths of Xuanyuan’s memory, this person, holding a whip, hit him, almost didn’t kill himself. Obviously he was at him. In the eyes, it’s not like a dog. He just symbolizes playing, just like a cat playing a mouse. He has a head debt and a master. I didn’t expect the big dog tuzi, who is now the main moon, to find mén. .
Xuanyuan naturally has no reason to back down.
"xiǎo son, you are really here, today you are dead." Qian Yu said nothing, waved the poisonous snake whip in his hand, and made a loud bang in the air, directly hit Xuanyuan. {飘天文学 www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}