"Block him!" These people were frightened. They couldn't understand how a Yuan Lingyuan might have a real yuan, and the mood was agile.

The combination of the two can erupt a super level of power. The dynamic artistic conception can make the other party's power use extremely subtle. When they saw Ye Chu, they burst into flames and finally changed color.

A group of people bite their teeth and violently rushed out of the horror. Each shot shook the power of the scorpion and wanted to smash Ye Chu, but they were all blocked by Ye Chu’s pair of flesh fists.

"You are just that!" Ye Chu reveals his white teeth. "So that's it!"

Between Ye Chu’s words, a punch banged out again. The riots of the real Yuan Zhen came out, and they collided with the power of the other's artistic conception, with a loud noise. Several practitioners could not hold on and screamed and flew out.

Some people lost, and Ye Chu fisted out again. These people, like the collapsed river embankment, began to collapse. Between the Chu Chu meat fist sweeps, these people are screaming again and again.

Their power is embarrassing, and Ye Chu is broken with more fierce power, no fancy, completely hard!

"Hey..."

Ye Chu punched out, and the last few practitioners could not stop it. The artistic conception was defeated, and it was swept by Ye Chu’s fist, and the blood spewed on the ground.

"Even if you don't use the secret method, it's enough to clean up you!" Ye Chu stared at the group of practitioners sneer, and grasped the palm of his hand on the head of a practitioner, and embraced the artistic conception of the other side to engulf the soul. Yuanfa refining.

Soon, a person who had just been full of blood, slowly dried up and turned into a dry corpse at the foot of Ye Chu.

After Ye Chu finished, the palm of his hand caught the next practitioner, and the practitioner also stepped into the footsteps.

In a short period of time, there were four or five practitioners who were refining and being smelted by Ye Chu.

Looking at a dry corpse lying on the ground, the practitioners who fell to the ground were pale, their eyes were full of fear, and they looked at Ye Chu as a ghost. The body couldn't help but screamed.

"Ghost...Ghost..."

Some people shouted in horror, and the pants were wet. For them, death is not terrible. Going on the road of practice, I know that this is a **** road, and the head is tied to the trousers, so it is more open to see them.

But they can't bear the fear, a person who is inexplicably become a corpse, as if he was sucked and died. This made them all scared, some people squirming, pale, and paralyzed.

At this moment, Ye Chu is like a ghost, and it is very shocking.

Ye Chu did not pay attention to what they thought, refining and refining, and transforming their spirit into the spirit of plastic spirit into his spirit. In a short time, this practitioner has been refining almost.

Only the strongest one left, at the moment, his feet slammed on the ground, constantly squirming toward his back, and his body screamed in horror: "You don't come over, don't come over!"

Ye Chu really stood there and did not pass, looked at the other side and asked: "Where did the Quartet King go? Where is the goddess-like woman?"

"Say you don't kill me!" The other party was frightened.

Ye Chu smiled: "Of course! I am not a killer, I personally still yearn for peace!"

The practitioner pointed to the left: "Left... she is on the left side of the hundred..."

Ye Chu got the answer, went to the other side, and grabbed the other's mind: "You promised not to kill me!"

"Your mother did not tell you, is it only difficult for small people and women to raise?" Ye Chu laughed, and the mood surged out.

"You are a gentleman, not a woman!" The other party was frightened and wanted to struggle.

"Yes! This son is naturally a gentleman, or a man who is a good man. But did your father tell you another sentence?" Ye Chu said this, suddenly laughed, "women are deceiving!"

"The villain is not a woman!" The practitioner was frightened and wanted to escape.

"Rely!" Ye Chu slaps on the other's face. "If the son can't even lie to a man, what woman is lie to him? Women are harder to raise than men!"

"..." The practitioner spit a blood, and the artistic conception of Ye Chu shook into his body, refining his Yuanling. He fell straight to the ground, his dry eyes widened and he died.

Ye Chu looked at the body of a place, expelling the tyrannical sentiments brought by these practitioners. However, Ye Chu found that his strength did not increase much, only a slight improvement.

This result made Ye Chu wonder: "Don't these people's spirits work for me?"

Ye Chu thought about it and felt that there was only this explanation. This result makes Ye Chu frown, thinking that it is not the self-cultivator's practice, the practitioners who are looking for must be stronger than themselves?

"Rely! Isn't this a nonsense? How difficult is it to kill a practitioner who is stronger than himself?"

Ye Chu suddenly felt that there were drawbacks in practicing this set of exercises. He was harder to kill than his practitioners. Since he couldn’t kill, how can he practice this set of exercises?

......

Just when Ye Chu took out the tyranny, he found that the feeling of sadness was once again in his heart. The sadness of this surging was no less than the last time. Ye Chu tears began to flow, and soon spread across the face.

Ye Chu vibrates for this, and his eyes fell on the bodies of the people, thinking of what he had just done.

He refining these practitioners did not get much improvement, but the respect was enhanced, and the sadness penetrated into his body. Ye Chu felt that the supremacy spread a lot.

"Damn!" Ye Chu felt that it was not worth the loss. He clearly showed that the strength did not improve much, but the supreme meaning spread. This is undoubtedly the result of the refining of these practitioners.

Ye Chu was afraid of it. If he was in this state, he was afraid that he would lose him. His strength is still very low.

"You can't refine the spirit of the practitioners at will!"

Ye Chuming, the spirit of these people has little effect on him. After the implementation of the set of exercises, there is a lot of disappointment, which is completely worth the effort.

"In the future, we must refine and refine, and we are afraid to find the right Yuan Ling!" Ye Chu did not dare to make the Supreme Great, but the strength should be improved. That will be a balance point. The best way is to spread it once and for all, and he gets the most benefits. This is the best result.

......

Ye Chu expelled the tyrannical sentiment, and the figure did not stop, rushing to the left.

The distance of a hundred miles is not too long. Ye Chu runs all the way, and I really see weak water in the field. The weak water at the moment is surrounded by the four kings. When Ye Chu arrived, he just saw Ye Chu and the four men slammed a palm, weak water, and a blood spurt, the whole person flew out.

Ye Chu's face changed greatly, and the figure spurred away in the direction of weak water. Ye Chu could not imagine that the four giants of Sifang Valley had been besieging weak water at the same time. In such a camp, the weak water can't stop it, even if he is added, it will not work.

"Ye Chu!" The weak water squatted back, stood firm, and looked at her figure, and the complexion suddenly changed. At this time, Ye Chu came, but it was just death.

"Haha, this king also sent people to look for you, I can't think of you sending yourself to death." The Sifang Wang saw Ye Chuyi, but then he laughed again.