Authentic Magic Gate

In the secret room of Tulong Alliance, Yang Mei raised his head and looked at the location of Baizhang Gate from afar, sneering. ￠,

How can this monster be at odds with himself? Forget it, there are too many things, I don't care about this thing.

Ye Ting ’s consciousness stayed in the token. Seeing that each of the platforms was occupied by monks he borrowed, Wu Luofeng instantly secured ten battle spaces by him, and the other half did not go. However, if others want to compete for Wu Luofeng, unless the remaining half is a martial art, otherwise Baizhangmen does not have to fight anymore.

Ye Ting only had time to calculate the rules of the ring in detail. It turns out that with the increase in the number of wins and losses, the amount of money required to pay for each challenge will still rise. Once the defender is defeated, this price will return to the starting point.

Ye Ting doesn't care about this. It doesn't matter how Yue Jianzong collects money and sells equipment back. He sent someone to give Yangmei his newly-obtained things. He sat in the hall and guarded the Lord.

Because of the level restrictions, the highest challenger is Jin Dan. Unless this person comes from home and has similar equipment to him, otherwise, it is difficult to win him.

Ye Ting won three games in a row, and no one challenged. In the third game, he raised his bet to two sapphire runes. Unfortunately, no one was interested in the fourth game, making Ye Ting very depressed.

A sapphire rune for money, turned into five, how could these people become smart?

However, Xiao Bai struggled harder and harder, and even had to surrender the ring to the monk Jiedan from Yulong City.

The grade she reported was Chiqi Building, sometimes facing the monk who was robbed by Jin Dan. Ye Ting looked at her and cultivated by her. How many small levels are higher? Seems to be seventeen small levels? Does n’t it mean that there are at most 13 more small levels?

This Tianmenshan conference does not look too peaceful. After the incident of the gods, I don't know if there will be an uncontrollable incident like the attack on the Tianwangzhou.

After Ye Ting's leisure, someone suddenly asked for a visit.

Ye Ting wondered, left and right, let the seeing monk enter the hall. The monk held his head high. Step by step, he walked over to Ye Ting and said: "San Xiuluo Fengchen has seen Lord Ye Men."

Ye Ting looked at Luo Fengchen's exquisite decoration, but compared with Gao Yue, Gao Yue was flying out of dust, but instead he was a little fat. The monk doesn't have any wonders about dressing up as a man. This is a men's.

Luo Fengchen, really like the guy who fell into the wind ...

"What do Luo Daoyou have to say?" Ye Ting lazily leaned back on his chair and did not give up. Na Luo Fengchen's face was reddish, and Ye Ting said with a weird tone——

"Why is Lord Yemen so arrogant and rude? I am also a monk of the foundation, so I don't deserve a seat!"

Ye Ting pointed to the left hand side and said, "On this side, when I saw me, I would kowtow."

Luo Fengchen asked, "Where is this?"

"In this case, you can take the seat of any person you can call."

Luo Fengchen looked at the seat on the right hand side of Ye Ting, there were more than thirty people in a row. The last one is also the foundation of the eighth building. The observation of this state is mainly because the monks themselves do not cover up. If the realm differs greatly, it's hard to see if it's slightly concealed.

No one in this world pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger.

Mysterious turtle hiding technique is usually to hide the breath, but not the realm. This Luo Fengchen Ye Ting sees clearly, and builds the seventh-story building, whose foundation is still solid during the loose repair. The real age is in its early 100s.

This kind of person is a bit arrogant, but he will never send it to someone like himself. Makeup looks like this, if it is too wrong to be cut by yourself.

"I don't have a chair, there is a bench. Sit down and talk here." Ye Ting put a bench out of his way, just beside his desk case.

Luo Fengchen was a little embarrassed, took a folding fan out of his sleeve, and the cold day began to shake the fan.

"You're sitting." Ye Ting said casually.

"Oh, thank you." Luo Fengchen felt that Ye Ting's pupils could not see clearly. He didn't know where Ye Ting's eyes fell. This is undoubtedly impolite, but how can he blame him? Do you ask others, why don't you look at me?

"It's not easy for you to practice in loose practice, but ... even if you see profit and forget the meaning, and are insidious and cunning, but you will fight with Zongmen. You will definitely die. This time, the Yinzhou Tianmen Mountain Conference, you should not come to practice. , Should also look for opportunities to turn to a martial art. "

Luo Fengchen was also irritated by Ye Ting. If Ye Ting was a large sect, it would be ok. He read the information. Baizhang Gate had just arrived today. I do n’t know where to gather a group of people. The scale can only be regarded as small. Martial arts.

Although he changed slightly after he came in, the problem was that this was definitely a temporary alliance, and it was deceptive to say anything about Baizhangmen. It's not that the sect gate is in the back, otherwise how can a foundation monk command a group of monks?

This made him unable to say anything, and looked at Ye Ting just gasping.

"Luo Daoyou, I'm telling the truth, if you feel uncomfortable ... then hold your heart, my temper is not too good, once you talk to me, you don't want the head to fall."

"Thank you for your advice." Luo Fengchen lowered his head without courage to pretend.

"Is this right, just say what you want to do over here."

"We want to ... get the power to practice at Wuluofeng."

"Don't you know that this ring is going to fight for three years?" Ye Ting asked curiously: "I don't think you can hold the ring for three years, let alone three years, I'm not happy, you have to be beaten at any time. "

Luo Fengchen said with a bitter smile: "We just think that Wuluofeng is not too good. We found a place with the least number of geographical nodes. Who knows that Daoyou is here, you are squandering, and all our previous alliances are disintegrating. Why did the Lord keep half, so he came to ask Yemen to raise his hand ... "

Luo Fengchen's tone became more and more humble, and at the end of a long story, it was already a low voice.

"Not bad."

"Master Yemen, please."

"The Baizhang Gate is in Yinzhou, and it is only an individual courtyard. I will also build the Baizhang Gate on other continents. I will definitely not be stationed in these five Luofeng. You only need to join the Baizhang Gate and sign a martial arts contract. Stay on Wuluo Peak. "

"But some people don't want to join the martial arts, they just want to use the alliance ..."

"Who is this person? Let me take a look ..." Ye Ting Shenzhi checked in the token, and among the remaining ten combat spaces, there was a realm of Jindan five disasters. It ’s him. If someone else ’s words, the interests are not that great, and they do n’t have to take risks to discuss distribution issues with themselves.

"Is the Dragon Tree there?"

"Young Master, I'm here." Long Shu suddenly appeared, terrifying Na Luo Feng Chen.

"Go and kill the guy named Gongsun Wangyang, and give you a quarter of an hour."

"Yes, son."

"Don't!" Luo Fengchen was anxious, but Longshu stared coldly, suddenly shuddering.

Ye Ting added another table on his right hand, adding this table, but it was a lot of money, but the monk's bet of the five golden calamities had grown to three white jade runes, and he could return a small investment of half.

Long Shu dropped his name on the token, and after about fifteen breaths, he was teleported into the battle space.

"Don't worry, Luo Daoyou, this powerful loose cultivation is terrible. You are mainly controlled for his cultivation, and you will not give back any benefits to you, which is comparable to our Baizhang door."

"Guru Gongsun is my benefactor!" Luo Fengchen even had the courage to defend.

"Oh? That's right. Are you going to avenge the benefactor?"

Luo Fengchen shook his head blankly. He couldn't be the opponent of Baizhangmen.

"Look, the world is very cold, and the lights are dead. It's different to join the school. Luo Fengchen, can you contact the rest of the rest?"

Luo Fengchen shook his head: "This school, I don't want to join."

"Do you have any reason?" Ye Ting looked at Luo Fengchen very strangely.

"You still have to force me to fail?" Luo Fengchen said angrily.

"The twisted melon has taste."

"You're really magic repair!"

"Aren't you too?" Ye Ting almost squirted out of laughter ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This Luo Fengchen was speechless and forgot he was born.

"If you can let go ..."

"Luo Fengchen, you haven't heard the commandments of the martial arts. The command of the master must be fully implemented. It is not to let you die. This is disobedience. Can you live for three days?"

"What if you die!"

"Then it's not Moxiu, it's a thief! If you're Moxiu, just join my school and devote yourself to doing things for the school. If one day you are powerful, you will take the position of the leader and disband The school that makes you sad. "

"Can it still be?"

"Of course, just go to that point, your cronies and friends are the same, everyone's interests are entangled with the martial arts, who will dissolve the martial arts for your own privacy? Unless you can stand alone The entire Baizhang door. But at that time, the Baizhang door was your private property, why should it be destroyed? "

Luo Fengchen was just in a daze, unable to argue.

The rules of the Magic Gate will not be scornful, just look at what you have done, even if you hate the Baizhang Gate, as long as you do not do anything that harms the interests of the Baizhang Gate, it will not punish you.

So you can make use of martial arts resources to practice, as long as you work hard enough, you have the opportunity to get ahead.

Of course, this kind of rule is common sense in the sect, and there are no rules in the sect under the sect. Usually it is a weak school, once the internal consumption, it will be scattered.

"Master, fortunately, it's not humiliating." The figure of Long Shu appeared, carrying a human head in her hand, dripping with blood. She threw the head at Luo Fengchen, and Luo Fengchen took it in her hands.

"Luo Daoyou, I told you so much. Do you want to join the Baizhang Gate?" Ye Ting smiled and asked Na Luo Fengchen, gentle.