Chapter 1230: 剑心少年

The reason why the minefield is named after the thunder is because the minefield is rich in a kind of golden stone. This kind of golden stone contains a powerful power of lightning. It is the main idea of ​​the gold. One of the favorite cultivation stones.
Because of the existence of Jin Leishi, there are many monks in the minefield who are the mainstay of the Golden Way and Lei Zhiyi. However, after hundreds of thousands of years of mining, Jinleishi Mine is getting less and less.
Today, most of the Jinleishi mines are in the hands of the Lei nationality's absolute tyrants, and the Lei family's strength is extremely terrible. Even the three great kingdoms are not willing to have a direct conflict with them for no reason.
"Ye Gongzi, still more than a hundred miles, I will remember Zhoucheng!"
The enemy killed the enemy and avenged the dead parents. Ye Chenfeng used his brain to erase some of the memories of Zhou Yuhan’s mind, avoiding her being in a nightmare.
The most painful memory has been lost. Zhou Yuhan has become more cheerful and has more words.
"Go, go to your week to see!"
Ye Chenfeng took up Ling Zhou, and the spirit fish, Zhou Yuhan two women walked to Yicheng.
Slowly, a city that is not large in size, but very noisy, appears in front of Ye Chenfeng, and this city is the only city that Zhou Jia controls.
Although Zhou’s family has not fallen, Zhou’s family is not lacking in business genius. He will recall that Zhoucheng’s management is well organized and very prosperous and rich.
"Hmm..."
Walking and walking, Ye Chenfeng’s brow slightly wrinkled, and suddenly stopped, looking to recall a lush mountain forest in the northwest of Zhoucheng, with a hint of surprise on his face.
"What happened to the morning wind brother!"
The spirit fish squinted and looked at Ye Chenfeng, who suddenly stopped, and asked softly.
"I felt an interesting person in the forest." Ye Chenfeng’s mouth was slightly upturned, revealing a faint smile.
"Interesting person?" The spirit fish looked at Ye Chenfeng with a small head, and said inexplicably: "Morning wind brother, what do you mean by this?"
"You are waiting for me, I will come when I go!"
Speaking, Ye Chenfeng’s body flashed slightly, and it turned into a residual image that suddenly disappeared in the same place. For example, a blue smoke did not enter the lush mountain forest in the northwest, and came to the depths of the forest, a stream flowing down. Next to the waterfall.
Under this raging waterfall, a young man with a red fruit on his upper body and who is suffering from a waterfall is sitting.
Although this waterfall is as high as tens of meters, the cascading waterfall can't hurt his body. The sword that is swallowing is full of his body, constantly smashing the rushing waterfall water.
"Sword Heart, really is Jianxin, this boy actually has a sword heart that I have never cultivated!"
Ye Chenfeng stood quietly on the edge of the waterfall and observed the teenager under the waterfall. His face was full of surprise.
After his confirmation, he was basically sure that the young man in front of him became a sword-hearted sword.
When Ye Chenfeng majored in kendo, he also tried to cultivate the sword heart. Once the sword heart was cultivated, he would have an unparalleled talent for repairing swords on the way.
But it’s a pity that Ye Chenfeng’s cultivation is too complicated, he can’t specialize in kendo, and he has never cultivated a sword heart.
Fortunately, in the future, he became a swordsman and took another martial road.
"Who!" Ye Chenfeng’s footsteps suddenly alerted the teenager under the waterfall. He opened his eyes and stared at the slowly moving Ye Chenfeng. He was alert and asked: "Who are you?" ?"
Looking at the wet hair, his face was pale, with a pair of bright eyes, a boy who showed his unyielding color. Ye Chenfeng smiled slightly, his fingertips were sharp, and a sharp sword slammed out and shot. To the pale boy.
Suddenly attacked, the pale teenager's face changed slightly, and some wolverines flashed away, avoiding the swordsmanship that Ye Chenfeng pointed out.
When the pale boy rolled into the choppy waterfall pool, he shot a few swordsmanship in his body, broke open the surface of the pool, and launched a counterattack against Ye Chenfeng.
"If you are a person who cultivates a sword heart, the attack power is really good!"
Although the strength of the pale young boy is only one level of the beastly kingdom, but the power of the swordsman he shot is surprisingly large, almost comparable to the attack of the three-level beastmaster master, which makes Ye Chenfeng reveal the love heart of.
"Hey!"
The sharp swordsmanship passed through the body of Ye Chenfeng, but before the pale young boy showed a happy color, Ye Chenfeng was blurred by the body worn by a sword.
"Speed ​​Afterimage!"
Looking at the swordsmanship that he had just issued, the only thing that pierced the speed of Ye Chenfeng’s speed was that the pale teenager’s face changed greatly and suddenly leaped in the waterhole, trying to leave this right and wrong as soon as possible.
"Hey!"
In the moment he jumped into the air, a swordman who was beyond his imagination squatted down, and this sword was so strong that his body's hair was straight.
He has no doubt that once he is attacked by this sword, he will be killed in two on the spot.
Between the end of life and death, the pale young boy stimulated the potential of the whole body, twisting his body in mid-air in an irregular form, evading the swordsmanship that leaves the morning breeze.
"Boom!"
The violently tumbling waterfall pool was attacked by Ye Chenfeng's swordsman, which was hand-sworded, and immediately smashed into two halves. Under the horrible swordsmanship, the waterfall water divided into two could not be merged for a long time.
"If you have any skills, let them come out!"
Ye Chenfeng looked at the pale boy who was thrilling and dodging, with a faint smile.
"Tianlei Jianzhang!"
The pale young boy bites his teeth, inspiring the power of the sword heart, and using his hand to imperial sword, he constantly prints a road of thunder and swordsmanship, with a thunderous thunder, and blasts to Ye Chenfeng.
After being attacked by the pale teenager, the sky and the sword are attacked. The morning air that stands in the air does not evade, and constantly moves his fingers. He shoots a sharp pointed man, and breaks the paleness continuously. Juvenile attack.
"Blood burning!"
The pale boy didn't think that Ye Chenfeng's strength was so terrible. He exerted his most powerful attack. He couldn't help him, but he didn't accept his life. He didn't ask for mercy. He bit his teeth, forcibly burned the blood, and improved his strength. A fight.
But at the moment when he burned the blood, his mouth suddenly shed a stream of blood, his face became paler, apparently burning the blood, and his body was countered.
"Boom!"
By the strength of the blood, forcibly upgraded the strength, the pale teenager continued to blast a terrible Tianlei swordsman, constantly bombarding Ye Chenfeng, wanting to push Ye Chenfeng back, creating a chance to escape.
"Well, the physique reverses the blood and damages the body!"
Looking at the power of burning blood, but against the pale youth of the body, Ye Chenfeng showed a hint of unexpected color, his body flashed slightly, like a thunder, passing through the thundering Tianlei Jianmang, appeared in In front of the pale teenager.
"Forbidden!"
Ye Chenfeng stretched out a finger on his chest. With a strong moral force, he directly sealed his burning blood, banned his soul and took him from midair to the waterfall pool. side.