Chapter 4 Assessment of the Wuhuang Dynasty

It's another year of winter and spring, and it has been ten years since I came to the Canglang Continent in a blink of an eye. Ye Fei has now completely regarded himself as a dragon man. Although he came to this world inexplicably, it is not important to him now.

Ye Fei stood by the window on the second floor, listening to the sound of rain falling on the roof, as if he was thinking and in a daze.

In ten years, Ye Fei has been much taller and fatter, and he is not a little doll who knew nothing about the Canglang mainland at the beginning. His height of nearly 1.8 meters doesn't look like a 12-year-old teenager. Ye Fei occasionally sighed that he was not a fat man in his previous life, and why did he look like a white-faced steamed bun in this life?

It has been about half a year since he stopped at the fourth bottleneck. Ye Fei knew that this matter was urgent and promotion was not small. A little carelessness may destroy his fighting spirit. Every time he successfully broke through a heavy Ye Fei felt that he felt like he had lost a layer of skin. Kowloon has a total of twelve bellies, each of which is a reincarnation, and it is easy to cultivate and difficult to advance. Ye Fei is now used to everything in the continent. According to the standards of this world, Ye Fei should now be a four-level warrior.

Ye Fei is also curious sometimes. According to the cultivation of Kowloon's war spirit, each improvement of one level of skill corresponds to one level of improvement, so what about ten times? In his previous life, he only knew that the Kowloon war spirit cultivated to the peak with the power of destruction. But I have never heard of anyone who has completely completed twelve practices.

Twelve-year-old four-level warriors are terrible when they think about it. Qu Shuiqin now looks at the students and immediately feels that they are all a bunch of losers. The old man regretted for the first time that he was a magician. If he is a warrior, he will definitely accept this demon as his own student. It's hard to say which is stronger or weaker than the magician, and it depends on your own cultivation. In the battle between the same level, the mage relies on the ability to control, and the warrior relies on the instantaneous explosive ability. Each level of promotion is a qualitative leap.

A burst of footsteps came from the stairs. Hearing this rapid sound, Ye Fei knew that it must be Qi Lan. A girl about eighteen or nine years old came up quickly.

Qi Lan and her uncle Senar have been taking care of Ye Fei for ten years. Qi Lan's hometown is in a small village on the border of the Longteng Empire. After countless years of war, Qi Lan has lost her parents since childhood and has been dependent on her uncle since childhood. His hometown was destroyed by the war and wandered all the way. Finally, he followed the Western Expedition to the imperial city.

Qi Lan is very handsome, with sapphire blue eyes, long golden hair on her shoulders, and a slender waist. The buttocks are taller than Ye Fei. These three people have been living together for ten years. They are as close as a family, and Ye Fei has never seen this pair of uncles and nephews as people.

Every time he looked at the woman in front of him, Ye Fei felt that his heartbeat was like a run wild horse.

"It's annoying to me, I really ate you!" Ye Fei thought with hatred in his heart.

Qi Lan's face was angry and came up and caught Ye Fei's ear. Fatty, did you sneak into my room again last night?

When she woke up early in the morning, Qi Lan found that her underwear beside her pillow had disappeared. You don't have to think about it. You know that it's a good thing done by the little persler in front of you.

"Ouch, tap." Ye Fei grinned with pain: "No, I've been practicing yesterday. I'm sure you didn't let the cat go."

"Hmm! Keep pretending. I'll see how long you can cheat. Qi Lan's hand added strength again.

Since she found out that Ye Fei peeked at him taking a shower a few years ago, Qi Lan has been on guard against this fat man all times. Sometimes Qilan feels that this fat man is born to be a thief. Even if he seals the door and blocks the window tightly, he often finds that his underwear will always be separated by a few pieces. Qilan has always believed that this fat man's talent in this regard will definitely not be inferior to his achievements in martial arts in the future.

In the past, the fat man had a treasure chest full of all kinds of women's underwear. Since it was accidentally discovered by Qilan, the collection inside has been scraped out. For this reason, Ye Fei was in pain and naturally had to put his treasure in the safest place, so he brazenly searched the only space ring of old man Qu. This thing is a little good. You can carry it with you and only open it yourself.

In recent years, the whole imperial city has been full of chickens and dogs. Women's screams and men's scolding can be heard almost every morning. In just one year, four underwear stores have been opened on East Street, and the boss is so happy that he can't close his mouth every day.

The fat man said, "I have driven the continuous growth of the national economy." This is the word he learned in the book.

690, Ye Fei's goal is to kill thousands of people this year.

Ye Fei has been unable to figure out where Qi Lan came from so hard. At least he is also a fourth-level martial artist. Every time Qi Lan pinched the pain on his body and transmitted through his body, the fat man doubted whether he had practiced in vain these years.

The fat man smiled**: "Why don't we go to dinner? I'll help you find it after dinner." I took the opportunity to gather in Qilan's chest again.

Qi Lan has been used to all this for a long time, but she hates it. She just bought the underwear and wore it once. At the thought of the sexy lace, my face turned red again. This fat man can't be seen by him. He stamped his foot and turned to go downstairs.

Ye Fei sighed in his heart, woman, it's really faster than turning over a book.

"Uncle, you are good at craftsmanship! Did you get the true biography of another old lady?" The fat man said with words as he pulled the rice into his mouth.

Senaar doesn't care about Ye Fei: "Today's meal is made by Qilan." The uncle is less than 40 years old. He was a carpenter before the war. Since he came to the imperial city, he has lived a life that he had never thought of before.

Ye Fei lowered his head and continued to be busy stuffing rice into his mouth, and secretly raised his eyes to Qi Lan. From this angle, you can see Qi Lan's slightly half-leaking breasts. It doesn't make people live. The fat man only feels that his second brother is frequently paying tribute.

The days are just like this, and the daily laughter, scolding and laughter are overflowing in this two-story building. Fat people like this kind of life.

At noon that day, as soon as he finished eating, Qu Shuiqin came and pulled the fat man directly into the study as soon as he entered the room.

"There will be a round of test selection tomorrow, and I have signed up for you. You don't have to come back to live after you get ready. The old man came straight to the point.

"Dead old man, you hurt me! I knew you didn't have any good intentions. Why don't you just take a broken ring? Are you that stingy?" The fat man was furious.

Entering the Wuhuang Dynasty is destined to serve the empire. On the surface, the Wuhuang Dynasty does not interfere in the internal affairs of the empire. In fact, all the warriors under their jurisdiction have received orders from the empire. The Wuhuang Dynasty is not just the palace of martial arts seen in the eyes of the world. Its huge power is hidden in the dark, and many things that are inconvenient for the government are handled by the Wuhuang Dynasty.

Ye Fei did these things in his last life. He was worried all his life and his head was pinned to the waist of his trousers. I know the darkness in it like the palm of my hand. Now it is a great resistance to hear that it is going back to the original trajectory.

"Shit, I don't know how bad it is. This is a special selection. Directly under the leadership above. This is a good opportunity for gilding. What's wrong with living in it for a few years and coming out to change your identity and continue to be happy? Qu Shuiqin also looked angry.

"I took a lot of effort to win this opportunity for you. Normally, your age is not good at all. This is still a place for my face. My own students didn't give me a chance to give it to you for free, but you don't want it."

"Bullshit! Old man, do you feel sorry for your students and then let me die? It's useless for you to say anything, I just won't go!" The fat man has a rogue face.

When Qu Shuiqin saw Ye Fei playing rogue, he came softly: "In this selection, there are two internally selected candidates, all of whom are beautiful women! If you go, you will take advantage of it. How about I introduce you to each other?

The fat man weighed carefully for a long time, and finally chose the latter between the beautiful woman and the little life.

Seeing the soft, the old man finally ran away: "You have to go, and you have to go if you don't go. This matter is not up to you. It's okay if you don't go. Let's lie down and talk about it first. After saying that, he threw out three spells, painful curse, weak curse, and a three-level wind blade.

"Dead old man, you are so despicable. Unexpectedly, he made a black hand." Ye Fei was no longer a child who had no power to fight back. Suddenly, the spirit of war condensed all over his body, and a faint golden light shrouded his whole body. With Ye Fei's ability, he can't protect his whole body at the moment of spell attack. We can only try our best to weaken the negative effects of the curse.

Both curse spells are three-level spells in cursed magic. The level is not high, but it really depends on who uses it. In the advanced assessment of magicians, the ability to instantaneously issue three-level spells marks the entry into the realm of level 7 magicians, which is also the limit of the old man's instantaneous spells.

Qu Shuiqin saw it in his eyes, and his heart also praised it secretly. Ordinary six-level warriors can do this under their own sudden attacks. Although I controlled the strength of the action. But there is a gap between decades of cultivation. Whether in terms of reaction speed or on-the-spot response, it is not easy to achieve this step.

The fat man is completely anxious. There is no reason, and you are still dead when you are playing. After resisting the attack of the wind blade, his fists gathered and went straight to the old man's chest. A fist of a four-level warrior is enough to shatter a stone half a meter in diameter. Unprepared, the old man also hurriedly opened the magic shield. A muffled sound made both of them numb.

The old man was also shocked. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, otherwise his old bone would be explained here today.

"Bad boy, I have to show you some color today to let you know what respect is!" Qu Shuiqin's words were indeed not slow at all. A short spell blurted out, shaking Ye Fei, who had just been bullied in front of him.

The fat man did not hesitate to let go of his legs. It was clear how capable he was. Manchu thought that he could take advantage of his body, but he didn't think that the old bastard's turtle shell was too strong and his arms were faintly numb. Seeing that Qu Shuiqin was angry, he had to ask the old man to peel off a layer of skin if he didn't run away.

After long contact, the old man knows Ye Fei's every move. His hands condensed the magic ball, and the faint blue-purple emitted a strange light. With a wave of his hands, one went straight to the fat man's back, and the other blocked his escape route.

With a soft sound, the fat man only felt that the fighting spirit of protecting the body was smashed in an instant. I knocked myself to the ground at once. Qu Shuiqin moved to Ye Fei in an instant and slapped him.

"Old man, uncle, I'll go! Be gentle! Ah..."

After a long time, the fat man lay on the ground like a dead dog. I only hate why the old man doesn't have a daughter.

"Bah! B bitch."