My Master is Super Fierce

Lu Chen stared at the old man's leaving back, his eyes flashed coldly. He came to Bodhi Mountain to act low-key on this trip to respect the Xuanwu Pill Saint, but if someone comes to Yin, then he doesn't mind playing with him.

After the old man of the Yelang Dynasty left Lu Chen, he returned to the inn where he was. The prince of the Yelang Dynasty turned his eyes and asked, "What is that person's choice."

Yefeng, the prince of the Yelang Dynasty, with extraordinary talent, the most outstanding prince of the Yelang Dynasty, dazzling as the sun.

Ye Feng is now the pinnacle of the Sixth-Rank Pill King, only one step away, he can enter the ranks of the Pill Emperor, and he is the talented man with the highest alchemy talent within 500 years of his visit to Bodhi Mountain this time.

And someone can refine the seven-grade pill, and the purity is rare, reaching a purity of 90%. With this person, it might make him miss the opportunity to worship the Xuanwu Pill.

Night wind, absolutely does not allow this to happen.

The old man said respectfully: "His Royal Highness, he refused."

Then, indifference appeared in the eyes of the old man, and he said grimly: "This person does not know the heights of the sky and the earth is thick, and I must find a way to get rid of it."

Lu Chen, the stumbling block of His Highness, must be removed.

"Refused?" Ye Feng's gaze flicked a deep coldness, and his whole body revealed a cold breath, making his handsome face look a little more feminine.

"Elder Mu, how should I decide this matter?" After a while, Ye Feng turned his head and looked at a gray-robed old man sitting not far away.

The gray-robed old man's face looked about 70 years old, his face was red, but there was a strong wave of fluctuations on his body.

The gray-robed old man's name is Muyuan, the deacon elder of Mount Bodhi who is in charge of all matters of the outer door, one of the disciples of the Xuanwu Pill Saint, is the peak of the Seven-Rank Pill Emperor, only one step into the ranks of the Pill Saints, but this step is like one The sky is in front of you.

Perhaps it is not worth mentioning in front of the many pill sages of Bodhi Mountain, but he is responsible for all matters of the outer door and has great power.

Muyuan looked indifferent, smiled slightly, and said: "Don't worry, Prince Ye, the emperor once helped me. This time, no matter what, I will be on your side."

Hearing this, Ye Feng relaxed slightly. With Elder Makahara of Bodhi Mountain standing by his side, then no matter what you do, it will be much smoother.

Ye Feng sat up straight and asked, "Elder Mu, do you have any good suggestions."

Muyuan asked in return: "Prince Yefeng, what do you think Shizu and his elders hate most."

Ye Feng heard this, his eyes lit up, revealing a confident expression, and said: "There is a way."

What Xuanwu Pill Saint hates most is naturally the kind of arrogant and arrogant person who ignores the rules.

The Bodhi Mountain Territory is under the control of the Xuanwu Pill. People of any power must abide by the rules here. The first rule is not to fight, and the top powers are no exception.

At the beginning, there were a few top-notch powerhouses who relied on their backgrounds and ignored the rules of Bodhi Mountain. The Xuanwu Pill Saint was furious and spoke personally. He and his apprentices and grandchildren would never make alchemy for those who broke the rules.

This time, it was easy to handle. As long as the young man breaks the precept, that is, exceeds the rules here, then it will arouse the disgust of Xuanwu Pill Saint.

Makihara's wrinkled old face smiled triumphantly, and said inexplicably: "It's good for the prince to understand. As long as the other party dares to make a big noise, I should know what to do."

After Muyuan finished speaking, he closed his eyes, and the old **** was getting up.

The people of the Yelang Dynasty showed knowing expressions when they heard Muyuan said this. Elder Muyuan was in charge of everything outside of Bodhi Mountain. No matter what happened, he told Bodhi Mountain. His words have absolute rights.

With Muyuan's guarantee, the people of the Yelang Dynasty will feel confident.

.....

The night is deep, and the starry sky is like ink, covering the moon.

Under the moonlit night, the town is surprisingly dark and quiet.

Lu Chen sat in the room in the inn, surrounded by light, colorful, quite strange, because Lu Chen's practice of Nine Devouring Heavenly Skills can swallow the regular particles of the heavens and everything.

Regular particles with different attributes gather together and glow with different colors.

Lu Chen met Ma Xinghui today, a middle-level figure in Bodhi Mountain. After all, the latter is a grandson of Xuanwu Pill Saint. He has nothing else to do now, just wait for a reply.

Suddenly, Lu Chen's ears moved slightly, because he felt an unfamiliar aura appearing in the inn courtyard, opened his eyes, his eyes matched lightning, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

squeak!

The door was pushed open, and a strong wind poured in, only to see a ghost-like shadow shaking, with a ghostly body, quickly approaching Lu Chen.

This ghostly shadow held a short dagger in his hand and waved his arm. The darkness struck a cold star and pierced Lu Chen's eyebrows. At the same time, the shadow also showed his face, his face was cold, his eyes were sharp, like a cold one. Bloodthirsty killer.

"Yelang Dynasty will send you here alone, so you look down on me too much" Lu Chen and the ghostly man looked at each other and said lightly.

While speaking, he stretched out **** and easily twisted the dagger close to his eyebrows, allowing the dagger to be released coldly, but couldn't make an inch.

The ghostly man saw this scene with a touch of surprise on his face, and his reaction was also extremely quick. He gave a light drink, raised his palm, mobilized his whole body strength, gathered his palms, and flew fiercely at the speed of lightning and thunder. Pat Lu Chen on the chest.

Lu Chen remained motionless, as if an old monk had entered concentration, allowing the ghost man to give his full palm to his chest.

The ghost man thought he was successful, his eyes all showed a win-winner look, and suddenly felt something wrong, because his palm seemed to be slapped on the hard metal, not only did the other party have nothing, but the force of the back shock returned him. His wrist was dislocated.

The ghost man snorted and looked at Lu Chen from the corner of his monster eyes.

His cultivation is complete in the holy realm, only one step away from the holy monarch. The elite holy guards of the Yelang Dynasty are very powerful. It can be said that the power of a palm is enough to severely damage any existence of the same level.

Even if he was as powerful as Prince Yefeng, he didn't dare to use his physical strength to slap his strength.

But the young man in front of him had nothing to do, his flesh was as strong as a sacred weapon.

A thick look of surprise appeared in the ghostly man's sorrowful eyes, and he immediately realized that the young man in front of him was definitely not a leisurely person, and was probably a top enchanting evildoer.

"With this strength, I still want to assassinate Ben Shao," Lu Chen said lazily when the ghost man was in a shocked state, with a hint of contempt in his proud eyes: "I just asked you to do it first, now it's my turn to do it. "

After Lu Chen finished speaking, he stretched out his palm, his palm fingers glowed, and the rules of thunder shone, covering his palm, and then printed it on the black robe man.

The terrifying thunder power penetrated into the ghost man's body, and he saw his body win over the blue light, and he wandered around the arc, crackling and crackling. In the dazzling blue light, a pair of humanoid bones could be vaguely seen.