Authentic Magic Gate

Yangmei smiled coldly, reached out and patted Ye Ting on the top of his head, and did not go back. He walked down the steps and walked away.

Ye Ting opened his mouth, after all, there was no retention.

Yangmei walked along Qingshi Road for a hundred feet, turned and entered the mansion next to it. Ye Ting smiled, and turned out to be a neighbor with her sister, so that it would be convenient to ask for advice.

A few days later, Ye Ting practiced in Yangmei House and did not return home, avoiding many harassment. Someone visited him, but no one came to see Yang Mei. The bad name is not all bad.

As soon as the day of trial came, Yang Mei took Ye Ting to the Tianlu Department. All the disciples who receive the news on the disciple token must register. The Tianlu Department is responsible for evaluating the two functions of the criminal law. This school ’s trial task belongs to the evaluation category.

A large bronze statue stood on the square, and the disciples from the Dragon Town on call were waiting quietly. A disciple of the Tianlu Department was responsible for checking the token. After seeing Ye Ting, he looked bad.

Yang Mei just snorted, and the disciples of the law department bowed their heads that day.

Waiting for a short time, a short hair neat monk appeared, white face, handsome eyebrows, short beard in the jaw, a classy and elegant look.

Ye Ting's accident, the elder of Tianlu Department changed people!

Looks very similar to Tu Su, and is the only elder butcher of Jindan Nine Tribulation in Yulong City.

Butcher has always been unwilling to take the position of sect, and is very idle. This time, he took the post of Minister of Heaven and Law, and Ye Ting estimated that the master invited him out. When a butcher is sitting in town, the people in the Tianlu Department will not dare to trouble themselves again. There will be no secret calculations in the allocation of the test tasks.

The butcher did not speak, sitting on a chair and was enchanted. Luo Xingkong, known by Ye Ting, stood up and promulgated the details of the trial mission. Ye Ting looked around and saw that the fashion was not far away, and smiled at herself. Tu Bailiu and Tu Su did not appear.

Surprisingly, all three of Wolf Creek set off for the first batch of trials.

In this trial, the disciples of Yulong City were dispatched in two batches. The first batch had nearly two thousand people, more than one hundred foundation-building disciples, and the rest were condensate. The three of Wolf Creek have already condensed, and it seems that Tu Su is taking good care of him.

The second batch of disciples who started out was even larger, and the disciples who practiced gas almost came out of the nest. Because the three ancestors acted simultaneously, the number of monks dispatched may be 100,000.

Luo Xingkong's words are concise and clear. After the explanation is finished, the Tianlu Department will release the materials. This trial is different from the past, and the materials will be distributed at once. Ye Ting looked at Wolf Creek and Yang Mei stuffed him with three storage bags and said: "Let's go and see, what the master gave you can't give it away."

Ye Ting took the storage bag and promised aloud.

Yeting walked to Wolf Creek, and the two looked at each other and smiled. Ye Ting took a step closer and gave Wolf Creek a hard hug. Wolf Creek just hugged it back. Ye Ting said in his ear: "It's finally solved."

"That's the best, I also heard about your business." Wolf Creek replied softly, letting Ye Ting go. Xinjun and Longyin couldn't help but got together and hugged with Ye Ting, also weeping.

There were too many onlookers. Ye Ting broke free and distributed the three storage bags to the Wolf Creek trio.

After finishing the speech, Ye Ting felt insufficient, and took another 150 Zijin tokens to be distributed to three people. These are counted as the proceeds of selling loot by oneself, and do n’t care about giving them to friends.

After giving Fu Qian, Ye Ting was still not very satisfied. Thinking that the master put the wooden Fu in the storage bag instead of the token space, he took nine pieces to Wolf Creek and others.

Xinjun and Longyin don't want it, Wolf Creek whispered: "Don't pull, Ye Ting can give it, it's allowed by the rules."

Xinjun and Longyin also found the people around them watching and quickly put away the wooden symbols.

Yeting smiled and said: "You can know the rules of the magic gate, you must practice hard, and the mutual support between the monks is the long-term way."

Speaking of this, Ye Ting is a little sad. In the future, if you leave, the three of you must support each other well, and you cannot forget the friendship of Beihuang. I will be farther and farther away from you, involuntarily.

Is not Ye Ting's thin love, as far as the ten-party purgatory is concerned, it is also circulating on the 800 continents, but it is a cut version. It looks like a mighty match, and the practice to the infant realm is the end. The same qualifications and different heritages are destined to result.

Ye Ting turned away and walked towards Yang Mei. The distance between him and Wolf Creek is getting farther and farther, and I think of Yang Mei's words: Brother Xiao, these people are just passers-by, so why waste time on them.

This is not a waste of time!

Yeting held his fists and walked through the crowd. Yang Mei looked at his face and smiled, "Little Brother, can't figure it out? This is just the beginning."

"Is there anything you can't figure out, besides the virtual realm, all living creatures don't have to live? Anyway, they will die!"

"Courage is not small, teach the elder sister. Today I am in a good mood, I don't care, this is for you." Yang Mei took out each of the kits and gave them to Ye Ting. She fetched quickly, and Ye Ting was busy and had no time to check the contents of the medicine box.

"Thank you Sister for not killing me." Ye Tingzheng said.

Yangmei smiled and looked at Xinjun and Longyin in the distance, and said: "If you kill you, the master will be unhappy. Killing those two ... can sharpen your red heart."

Ye Ting suddenly dare not talk back, God knows whether Yang Mei's words are true.

After the distribution of materials, a huge beast car drove into the square. Yulong City is more than eight thousand miles from the port, and it takes too much energy to rely on the legs of the monk. Teleportation is not a problem, let alone the limit distance of three thousand miles, and the consumption of thousands of people is not counted. It is enough to just take a three-minute break to teleport once.

Furthermore, the number of the second batch of monks is more than 30,000. Turning between two teleportation points, how much resources and time will be spent, and Yulongcheng can't afford it.

Beast car two levels up and down, spirit beast traction. The so-called spirit beast is a trained monster. The spirit beast of Yulong City looks like a bison in alpine regions, with long white hair and sharp horns. The character is very gentle, can run for more than three days and nights. The veterinary car is very large. In the space between the upper and lower levels, the lower level is used to transport goods, and now it is used to load people.

The monks who were used to the wide space did not feel suffocated.

The veterinary car ran smoothly, out of Yulong City, and took the road. There was no noise in the car, no monks, or even communication. They are all disciples of the same sect, and there is nothing to say. If you do loose repairs, you must take advantage of this opportunity to pull in groups. In the eyes of the disciples in Yulong City, it was a waste of time.

The friends I should have been with have long been friends. No one can talk to you because they say a few more words.

Ye Ting does not speak. Most of his time outside of sleep is spent on spiritual practice. The ten methods of home visits are complicated and abnormal, and he always feels that there is not enough time. At this time, he could understand the mentality of the disciples.

Yangmei was right. Outside the door, they were all passing by.

But within the door, how many people can practice to the virtual realm? The young island master in the sword spectrum, when he was pulling his sword out of anger, had thought many years later that he could no longer remember those mortals who died, and the monks who died in his hands.

Perhaps it was because he didn't think about it, so that sword was passed down, and there was the Qinglian sword song.

In the Dragon City, among the cold iron hall, a real fire slowly extinguished in the palm of Yu Wenxuan. The whole cold iron hall was still maintaining a high temperature. That cold iron was condensed in the hall because of the real fire of Yu Wenxuan. Layers of water vapor.

Yu Wenxuan showed a pile of ashes in the palm, and in the center of the ashes was a hairpin of a monk. The hairpins are emerald green, like bamboo and wood, with a hint of metallic silver. While the flames were extinguished, the hairpins jumped, and the ashes flew, as if they were about to let go. Yu Wenxuan squeezed a recipe at will, the hairpin suddenly became quiet, and in a blink of an eye it increased to six inches in length, and the brilliance went out and became plain and unpretentious.

Yu Wenxuan was also satisfied with seeing this hairpin, and the top grade Fubao was not difficult to refine at his level. This thing has a three-point spirituality, which is rare. It can be used by Ye Ting to build the perfect circle of the foundation, and it is a real product.

Yu Wenxuan took a small skin sac, put the hairpin in the skin sac, and wrote a symbol on the leather bag with his fingertips. The black leather bag flew away. This technique will let blind people see the sky. Pointing qi is a symbol, which is equivalent to following the words in the spell.

After sending off the hairpin, in the shadow behind Yu Wenxuan, a slender man turned to Yu Wenxuan. Yu Wenxuan's index finger fell on this man's eyebrow.

Looking at this person again, the whole body glowed with fire, and his face appeared painful. Flames squirted and retracted from his pores, and the process went back and forth as if there was no end. At his forehead, two demon scripts emerged-Jiazi.

The age of the dry branch, from the demon clan. The origin of each word of this stem is the name of the twenty-two big demons who were repaired to the earth in ancient times.

If Yang Mei is here, he must recognize this person, who is the big disciple under Yuwen Xuanmen. After he escaped into flames and died, he was made into a battle puppet by Yuwen Xuanlian, and his soul was held in his body. Almost every day, Yu Wenxuan has to refine this puppet in depth, and has not stopped for eight thousand years.

The metal gate of the Hantie Hall shook together, and Yu Wenxuan was about to retreat.

Jia Zi's eyes showed endless pain. Yu Wenxuan whispered: "This is the last time, success or failure, depends on God's will. Oh, the master said, does it look like a Taoist?"

In Jia Zi's eyes, the color of pain was a little slow, Yuwen Xuan said: "If God's will is not allowed, then please ask the ancestor to bless it!"

Yu Wenxuan withdrew his fingers, and his hands formed a magic formula. In Jiazi's eyes, the pupils dispersed and turned into two blue lotus flowers. Flames spewed out of all his pores, but the coldness in the hall grew thicker. A wailing howl sounded in the hall, with a few ambiguous words in between.

Master ......