Chapter 310 Be My Apprentice

The aura sword was less than seven feet. After it appeared, Yuxu rotated inexplicably, and saw a green pouring out and sprinkled on the body of the sword. In an instant, the light rose greatly, and the whole aura sword became green, which was abruptly cutting Ye Luming's momentum into two halves.

Cut the dark tide with one sword, the wind is flat, and the waves stop.

After receiving Yuxu, the four petals of Zen leaves on it have shrunk by half. Now, from the mouth of the bottle, it can only be wrapped in half of the bottle, but the texture of the Zen leaves is more transparent, and even the tendons can be seen carefully.

In the remaining half of the bottle, the strange bright red was active again, swimming like a spiritual snake, making Yuxu more pleated.

Yang Yanzhao, who was out of breath, erased the blood stains on his face and stared at Ye Luming with vigilance, while checking the changes in his body with his consciousness.

At this moment, the four-petal lotus flowers in Dantian are green, and a trace of red on the petals is moving quickly, but a mysterious red similar to Yuxu disappeared a few days ago.

On the lotus stamen, there is a layer of gold, which is exactly the light emitted by the previous handwriting.

"Ha ha, I didn't expect that you could devour the 'Moon Seal' and make a breakthrough with the aura of this seat. It's really amazing."

Ye Luming wiped the faint blood stains from his mouth and said with a smile. Although he did not do his best before, his skills were broken, and naturally he would be counterattacked, so he inevitably suffered some internal injuries.

Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao quickly withdrew his consciousness, clenched his fists, and his body was tight. He stared at him closely, looking for the best time to attack.

Seeing this situation, Ye Luming smiled and walked in the ruined hall with his hands behind his hands, as if he were looking for something. From time to time, he bent down and picked up a few bronzes buried under the ruins.

At this moment, Ye Luming seems to have become a small citizen in the market. Looking at the broken table porcelain, his face is full of meat pain, and there is a chagrin that beats his chest and feet.

It turned from a high-ranking immortal god to a man who laughed and scolded, which made Yang Yanzhao a little surprised and a little confused.

Is this such a person?

As he was thinking, a figure blew into the hall like the wind, with a faint fragrance, but it was the left woman who had left before.

Seeing that the intact hall had been destroyed, the beautiful face was full of shock, and he was stunned and stagnant.

"Poss, you're just right here. Come and find it for the teacher. My bronze bell of the Han Dynasty is in good condition!"

Yang Yanzhao, who was anxiously recalled by Ye Luming, stared at Yang Yanzhao, who was full of blood, but was extremely energetic, for a moment, and his face looked surprised again.

She planted the seal. With Zuo Po's cultivation, she can't use the 'Moon Seal' at will, so she used the portable treasure 'Linglongyu', but she was also internally damaged, and has not recovered until today.

So now I see that Yang Yanzhao's seal has not only been removed, but also his cultivation has been improved. How can he not be surprised? What happened in the short time just now?

Although he wanted to know the answer, Ye Luming's urging voice sounded again. Zuo Posha could only suppress the question in his heart and began to turn through a pile of debris with him, looking for complete utensils.

Suddenly, Ye Luming happily flipped out a palm-sized bronze bell from under the wood chips. The hornless snakes on the bell overlapped with each other, hovering out several exquisite and beautiful dragonfly patterns.

His favorite thing was still there. Ye Luming couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He habitually shook the bell gently. With the sound of 'ding', he saw the copper tongue flying out, and the bell cracked into several pieces.

"My dragonfly bronze bell!"

With an exclamation, Ye Lvming's face was full of panic, and his hands picking up the copper tongue were trembling. The sad voice made Yang Yanzhao dumbfounded.

What kind of nature is this person?

Previously, on Mount Belém, it can be said that the man of heaven and man came. When he was brought to this palace, he was suddenly embarrassed, and now he was heartbroken for some toys and instruments. The contrast between the front and back was like two completely different people.

After being hurt for a long time, Ye Luming suddenly got up and turned his head and looked over. He was immediately shocked by Yang Yanzhao's luck and put on a posture of fighting.

Unexpectedly, Ye Luming just rushed up and grabbed his skirt. He pointed to the destroyed hall angrily and said, "Do you know that this is my Dharma Hall. How many rare toys are in it? Now it's gone. No, you have to pay for it!"

Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao only felt that his brain was twitching. After a long time, he finally recovered and reached out and pushed him away. "How could this be my fault? If it hadn't been for your inexplicable action, how could you have destroyed this palace!"

Hearing Yang Yanzhao's cold voice, Ye Luming was stunned. Zuo Poqi on one side immediately stared at him angrily, and the remnants of tomorrow behind him also flashed.

Seeing her like this, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help thinking of the situation outside Yunzhou City that day. It was her intervention that made her like a great enemy. Her imperial cultivation was useless. She could only watch her brothers around her fall down one by one.

The lotus light in his body suddenly rose, and a cold murderous gas dissipated from Yang Yanzhao. Zuo Po, who was accumulating gas, only felt that he was stared at by the underworld beast, and his heart was uncontrollably cool.

"What, do you want to be rough?"

At this moment, Ye Luming waved his sleeves. Yang Yanzhao only felt that the sky was shining all over the sky, which put him in the magnificent fog of the fairy family. For some reason, his heart became as clear as a clear stream, and he could not raise any resentment and murder.

It's not good, and it interferes with my mood again.

Yang Yanzhao shouted secretly. He was about to recite the Taoist scriptures to keep the name of the spiritual platform, but the psychedelic feeling disappeared in an instant. When he opened his eyes, he saw that Ye Luming was leaning in front of his face and staring at him up and down.

"Kid, you can't win if you are rough. Even if you have a breakthrough just now and have the treasure of heaven and earth, it is still easy for me to kill you. At least with your current cultivation, it is difficult to resist my full blow."

The voice was a little loose, but with unquestionable self-confidence. Although Yang Yanzhao hated this tone, he had to admit that Ye Luming was right.

A person who can disturb his mind has already been much higher in the realm.

Some people, sometimes, do not become timid because of fear. On the contrary, the stronger the enemy is, the more it stimulates the winning heart hidden in their hearts.

Even if you hit the stone with the pebble, you have to fight for a breath.

"Of course, I have lived for so many years, and the matter of fighting and killing has long been diluted."

Perhaps he was aware of the change in Yang Yanzhao's momentum. Ye Luming smiled again, went straight to a wooden chair that had not been destroyed and sat down, pointing to a broken scene in front of him. "However, most of the decorations in this hall are antiques. The people who used were either emperors and nobles, or capable sages. Now How can you lose your seat if it is destroyed?

Is this a scoundrel?

But the other party didn't do anything, and it was not easy for Yang Yanzhao to attack. What's more, he owed him a life on Belen Mountain before, so he had to suppress the depression in his heart and stared at Ye Luming and said, "How do you think I can pay for it?"

"Hehe..."

Ye Luming smiled and seemed to be waiting for Yang Yanzhao's words. He waved to the left woman. "Bang, you often clean the palace for your teacher. You know best about these things. Now tell him what these are worth."

He glanced at Yang Yanzhao with disgusted eyes. Zuo Posa didn't understand why Ye Luming did this, but he still answered according to the instructions, "Master, everything in the hall is priceless. It is rare in the world, and it is difficult to find the second one."

After saying that, he looked at Yang Yanzhao contemptuously. The meaning was obvious that he couldn't afford to pay for it.

He held his head high, ignored the left woman, and looked straight at Ye Luxian with a smile on his face. Yang Yanzhao said very plainly, "I can't pay for it."

There is a difference between not being able to accompany and not being able to afford to pay for it, but the meaning is very different.

"In this case, what should we do?"

Ye Luming said in a low voice, but he frowned and thought about it with a painful look. After a while, he smiled and clapped his hands and said, "It's better to be my apprentice. In this way, you and I are our own, and these bottles and cans will go with it."

Hearing this sentence, if there is anything that can describe Yang Yanzhao's mood at this moment, only the word 'dog blood'.

Is it possible that he is a martial arts genius, or that he is crazy, and every time he meets a high-level person, he is scrambling to accept him?

Yang Yanzhao never thought about this bloody thing, but it is true.

In the eyes of outsiders, the witch religion is an evil way, but the method it practices is not separated from the way of heaven and earth, and what the witch religion believes in is gods and even all things in heaven and earth, so it has some advantages over Confucianism and Buddhism in aura induction.

When the cultivation reaches the realm of Ye Luming, you can get a hint of heaven in a vague way. After several deductions, it took a lot of blood to make the God's will clear.

This is actually the image of falling gods.

Soon, there will be a person who is beyond the mortal world to enter the north, and Liao will also set off a bloody storm.

After learning the news, Ye Luming used the tokens left by the previous master to enter the holy land of the back mountain and asked for advice with the ancestors who devoted themselves to practicing witchcraft.

A group of white-haired and thin old men divinationed several times, all of which were smiling. The wrinkles at the corners of their eyes became a crab claw chrysanthemum, full of joy and said, "This person, the three souls and seven souls are not in the world. It is indeed the image of immortals. This is the saint sent to me by God, which is the same as the prophecy of the witch. I didn't expect that I would wait for it in my lifetime.

With full of joyful laughter, Ye Luming swallowed his saliva and hesitated for a while before he said weakly, "Dear ancestors, but the next sentence of the signature is the appearance of killing..."

Hearing this, these ancestors of the witch religion looked at each other and smiled again. "The witch religion has lasted for thousands of years, and has long seen the glory and disgrace of the world. Whether it is this killing or destruction, it is the life of the Liao Dynasty. Since it is fate, why do you have to fight for it, change it?"

Covering the bitterness in his eyes, Ye Luming bowed down and left. Two days later, the news came from the Holy Land that the ancestors calculated that this person would appear in Yanmenguan.

He even gave a portrait of him.

Under the shock, Ye Luming naturally asked all parties, and finally found out that the person painted was Yang Yanzhao. At this moment, with the attack of the Song army, he sent Zuo Pasa to follow the army of the Liao Dynasty.

Although God's will cannot be violated, Yelüming wants to follow God's will.

Because he couldn't watch the Liaojiang Mountain burn. After thinking about it for many days, he finally had a plan in his heart.

At this moment, looking at Yang Yanzhao with a surprised face, Ye Luming got up and took two steps forward, with a gentle smile like melting winter on his face, and whispered again, "Be my apprentice!"