God-level Selection System

Chapter 1205

The golden bell is a horizontal kung fu, with twelve layers.

It is said that when you reach the highest level, you will be invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire will not invade, and can be called a land god.

It is said that such a superior martial arts should be very precious.

But the reality is that this martial arts is just a big commodity in the arena.

Not only do all the major sects have cheats, but even some of the infamous escorts and martial arts also know more about cultivation methods.

Why?

All because this exercise is too difficult to practice.

The general martial artist will never be able to practice the advanced realm for a lifetime.

Over time, this skill has become a tasteless one.

After all...

For people in the world, how can a martial arts that cannot be practiced to become a master be considered a superior martial arts?

Food is tasteless, but it is a pity to discard it.

But...

This is for ordinary people,

If you are a person with unusual talents, the golden bell is a rare martial art, even a world-class martial arts, for example, Ye Chen!

Reborn, with a supernatural power, coupled with the gift of speeding learning.

Ye Chen practiced and lifted the golden bell, and it was also a great way!

In just three days and three floors in a day, he easily cultivated the golden bell to the ninth floor. Everything was like flowing clouds and flowing water, and everything came naturally!

If it weren't for the cheat sheet obtained from Jinzhong Taibao Li Gang, it only contained nine levels of exercises.

Ye Chen is even sure that in one day, he will be able to reach the twelfth level of Consummation!

Rao is so...

The golden bell on the ninth layer, with a strong physical body, is also enough for Ye Chen to have a cultivation base that can match any first-class master.

Even if it is a magic weapon, it can't find his flaws, and it's hard to hurt him.

In addition, he also practiced the stele-opening hand and the flying on the grass.

Compared with the golden bell jar, these two martial arts are simpler, and in less than a day, Ye Chen has cultivated to perfection.

"Could it be that... I am the legendary genius who is unique in a hundred years and is rare in a century?"

Ye Chen thought a little narcissistically.

If it hadn't been for actual combat experience, let alone the three major gold medal killers of Blackstone, even the leader of Blackstone, the king of runners, or even Lu Zhu from Shaolin Temple, would be worth it.

But this is not enough!

What Ye Chen wants is not to be true, but to crush it in all directions to be able to guarantee 100% completion of the task and completely annihilate the Black Stone.

"I still need more cheats, preferably...swordsmanship!"

With concentration in his heart, Ye Chen acted immediately.

Blackstone's killing order, in order to seize Rama's body, masters from all walks of life are chasing drizzle.

This situation is a great opportunity for him to fish in troubled waters!

"The drizzle took Rama's body and appeared on the Xifeng Mountain. He was surrounded and killed by masters from all walks of life. He killed a total of 21 people, including Lianyun Qisha, Chuanyun Five Fiends, and Yandang Three Fiends, and left."

"A drizzle appeared in Xishan Town and was intercepted by the life-threatening swordsman Lu Qingyi. After the two fiercely fought for 35 rounds, Lu Qingyi was defeated..."

"The drizzle has reached Qingfeng Mountain..."

"Drizzle..."

In the past two months, drizzle has set off a **** storm on the rivers and lakes, and news about her spread every day.

Every news comes out, it means a killing, some people die.

Although Ye Chen was successful in cultivation and possessed the capabilities of a world-class master, he never dealt with Drizzle from beginning to end.

He even secretly shot to help Drizzle solve some enemies.

After all...

His main task can only be completed when the drizzle will not die.

There was an accident, and Ye Chen was there for almost every interception of drizzle.

Although almost every time, he waited for the killing before he came out to find the corpse.

"Rolling Stone Fist, Arm Fist, Hundred Step Fist..."

"Eagle Claw Hand, Grab Hand, Exquisite Magic Hand..."

"Folded mountain palm, split wind palm, big mustard palm..."

"Eight steps to drive the cicadas, eight steps to the strange door, water breezy steps..."

"Qingfeng swordsmanship, dragon swordsmanship, life-threatening swordsmanship..."

"Heart Nail, Willow Leaf Dart, Black Water Needle, Thunder Fire Shock..."

Facts have proved that although touching the corpse was made, the harvest is huge.

Leaning on corpses along the way, Ye Chen actually obtained nearly a hundred martial arts, fist weapons, hidden weapons of the inner family, all kinds of things, and everything.

Although many of them are on the market, they are enough for Ye Chen right now.

Let him change from a rookie in martial arts to a martial arts master who has learned the best of a hundred schools of thought!

Chasing the drizzle all the way.

On that day, Ye Chen came to Huaiyang Mansion and looked up at the sun. It was already midday.

The scorching sun in the sky is prospering, scorching everything unscrupulously, and Ye Chen is also among them.

The entire Huaiyang city is like a big stove, but fortunately, although Ye Chen's practice time is short, his skill is no longer vulgar.

Strolling under the hot sun, you can still be at ease, the vigorous internal force slowly circulates in the body, absorbing the fiery breath, and the body is cool.

In this kind of weather, people's tempers are also particularly hot.

When Ye Chen was looking at the buildings on both sides of the road, he happened to collide with someone, but the other person hit him.

He was a big bearded man, majestic and burly, with eyes like copper bells, his eyes widened and he snorted angrily.

"You dude, where are the eyes?"

Ye Chen turned around and saw that he was rubbing his shoulders with an angry expression. He clasped his fists and apologized. The attitude was quite kind, and the other party hummed away.

He has just completed his cultivation, and his body will be attacked, and his internal force will counterattack by itself.

Although the opponent hit him, but he was shocked by his own internal force, he would not feel well, no wonder he was angry.

Looking at the other side's back, Ye Chen shook his head and smiled bitterly. After all, he hadn't practiced long enough, and he was quite unaccustomed to the identity of this martial arts master.

Although I really enjoy the feeling of being a master, in fact it is no different from ordinary people.

To be a real master who has been intensively trained for many years, the collision just now could have been avoided!

After all...

People who often walk in the rivers and lakes know that only by observing the six paths and hearing everything can they save their lives.

This collision made Ye Chen vigilant.

He paid attention, and he was about to separate a part of his mind to focus on the outside world.

This is not a skill of one mind and two purposes, but only a subtle method of mind use.

Above the rivers and lakes, most people who practice superior martial arts know a little.

This kind of thing is like a layer of tulle. If you pierce it, you will feel that it is nothing more than that. If you cannot pierce it, you will find it extremely difficult and impossible to learn.

Ye Chen walked for a while, stopped in front of a rather rudimentary wine shop, and looked up.

In this place, he was able to inquire about it. Although it was inconspicuous, the dishes were good, and the wine was good.

Ye Chen was not interested in vegetables, but wine.

In the previous life, he was a wine lover, and now he does it again, and with many things hidden in his heart, he is almost obsessed with wine.

Along the way, although Ye Chen had a lot of money from picking up corpses, it had all been spent.

Just because he always helps some poor people.

And in this era, there are too many poor people. Although Ye Chen got a lot of money, it was only a fraction of a fraction, and it didn't take long for it to be distributed.

While traveling, I inquired about a wealthy and unkind man in a town, and visited him in the evening.

It took a lot of hands and feet to get some ill-gotten wealth.

Now that he has a bulging pocket, he can eat as much as possible.

Behind him were busy people, Ye Chen stood at the door, no one greeted him inside, so he opened the bamboo curtain and stepped forward.

I only felt a dozen gazes shot over.

It was a little dark inside, and Ye Chen stood at the door and looked inside. Opposite to the left is the counter. The shopkeeper is lying on the counter and seems to have fallen asleep.

Opposite the counter, there are a few tables, which are quite small, and they are already full.

"Cough!"

Ye Chen coughed heavily and frowned.

He is quite dissatisfied with the environment, but the food is good, and the most important thing is that the wine is said to be good, but he wants to taste it.

It's just that there is no place to sit down.

His eyes stopped suddenly, but he found an empty seat.

"Guest, please come in."

The shopkeeper lying on the counter rubbed his eyes and stretched out his hand lazily. He was short and chubby and round and very amiable.

"First serve the best wine in your shop!"

Ye Chen greeted him, walked over slowly, and came to a table.

There were three people sitting on the table, a middle-aged man in his fifties and two young men, and one was vacant.

The rest of the tables are full.

"Excuse me, can you take a seat?"

Ye Chen stepped forward, clasped his fists, looked at the middle-aged man sitting in the middle, and smiled gently.

The middle-aged man looked up at him, a cold light flashed, turned on his face, nodded, and stretched out his hand: "Please—"

Although he was sitting there, he had an aura of equanimity.

Compared to the many elites that Ye Chen had seen before, he was more than ten times better than that?

This person is tall and thin, with a rectangular face and a dark complexion, as if the bones of the day and night are quite high, and his face is extremely thin. Under a pair of thick eyebrows, two big eyes are piercing, and his expression is correct.

His nose is straight, and his lips are neither thick nor thin. When he squeezes slightly, he is both firm and pure, which is quite trustworthy.

Ye Chen sighed in secret.

Although he didn't dabble in physiognomy, he also saw that this person's appearance was quite good.

Look at his temperament, and the two young people sitting on both sides.

Ye Chen knew that if he didn't guess, the identity of this person should not be low.

"Thanks a lot."

Ye Chen clasped his fist and thanked him, and when he touched his eyes, he nodded friendly and sat down steadily.

"Guest, here comes the wine!"

The shopkeeper personally carried a jug of wine, while holding a jug and wine glass in his other hand, and sent it up.

"Don't have to be so troublesome, just change the bowl."

Ye Chen waved his hand.

The shopkeeper's round face chuckled, ran back, trot back, and took a large bowl with a smile on his face.

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man on the opposite side also laughed.

"This shopkeeper is a good drinker, and when you see a good drinker, you feel more affectionate."

"That's it."

Ye Chen smiled and nodded, patted the mud, clenched the neck of the altar, and poured a large bowl full of it.

This bowl of wine is golden and green, and the color is like jade, quite attractive, the mellow aroma gushes out, wafting in the whole room, endlessly.

Ye Chen picked up the sea bowl with one hand, put it firmly to his mouth, drank from the sky, and drank the bowl in one breath.

Putting down the sea bowl again, he touched the corners of his mouth, with a relaxed expression, and sighed.

"Happy! Although the shop is small, but the wine is good!"

"This is the best bamboo leaf green!"

The middle-aged man shrugged his nose and said with a smile: "It should be a lot of years!"

His piercing eyes showed a little surprise, and he was quite surprised that Ye Chen was drinking so much.

Although the man in the north is drinking outrageously...

But this way of drinking requires a very deep drink.

"Come on for a bowl?"

Ye Chen pointed to the big bowl and said to the middle-aged man.

"Haha, well, it's rare to meet such a refreshing person, and come to the bowl!"

The middle-aged man nodded. A trot of the shopkeeper brought up a big sea bowl again.

Ye Chen then raised the altar and filled the two sea bowls.

The wine is overflowing.

Everyone around me secretly glanced over here, very surprised.

"Master."

A young man next to him whispered.

His body was thin, although he was young, his face was covered with deep wind and frost, and his eyes were bright and dazzling. He was obviously a tough figure who broke through the wind and rain all the year round.

The other young man has a strong body, a brass-colored skin, sharp eyes, and large hands. He seems to be a master outsider.

The middle-aged man waved his hand: "It's okay."

The two young men stopped persuading, and looked up at Ye Chen deeply, faintly blaming.

Ye Chen thought he hadn't seen it, put down the wine jar, held the bowl with both hands, and said with a smile: "Come, please!"

After that, he held it to his mouth, drank on his back, slurped, slurped, and drank a few mouthfuls, put the sea bowl on the table again, wiped the wine stains, and looked cheerful.

"Okay, happy! Haha..."

The middle-aged man also put the sea bowl again and again, wiped the corners of his mouth, and laughed a long time, showing a state of heroism and dry clouds.

Ye Chen didn't say much, and raised the altar again to help him fill it up.

The two of them touched the bowl gently, brought it to their mouths again, and drank it dully.

After such a few bowls went down, in a blink of an eye, an altar of green bamboo leaves was already drunk.

Ye Chen didn't change her face, as if she was drinking water.

However, the middle-aged man had already dyed his face red, his eyes were dim, slightly drowsy, and he became very talkative. He kept patting Ye Chen's shoulder and was very familiar with him.

"In Xia is Fang Qingtian, the head of the Southern Heaven Sword Sect, I don't know the name of the little brother?"

"It's inferior to the respect of the Xiongtai faction, in Xia Yechen, but the rivers and lakes are scattered."

Ye Chen stayed still, smiled faintly, and replied warmly.

"Brother Ye is too humble."

Fang Qingtian opened his eyes and said with a haha: "I think Brother Ye is by no means an ordinary casualty, he will definitely make a difference in the future!"

"The shopkeeper, let's have another altar!"

"It's okay to have another altar!"

Ye Chen nodded slightly, turned around and waved to the shopkeeper.

The chubby body of the shopkeeper trot again, carrying a jar of wine, and his face was smiling like a flower.

Looking at Ye Chen, his eyes beamed.

Although he is a shopkeeper and sees too many alcoholics, he has never seen such a bold person, and he is extremely temperamental.

Ye Chen didn't say a word, patted open the sealing mud, lifted the altar and poured the wine.

The two bottomed out again and drank extremely happily.

On the contrary, the two young people on the side can't help but show some worry in their eyes.