Chapter 1700 Thief

Chapter 1700 Thief

Under everyone's attention, Ye Chen left with the merit book.

Behind him, there were a pair of adoring eyes, like looking at a god. People who gambled a thousand times might not have as many as him.

The host was clutching his chest, his old face was very dark, his eyes were red, and he was distressed, don't want it, it was more uncomfortable than killing him.

It was the first time that he had lost so badly after being an underworld general for so many years.

Many station owners sighed, full of pity, and also had an inexplicable fear. It was because Ye Chen didn't go to them before.

This incident should be regarded as a lesson, and they all have a heart, and they must look for Ye Chen, otherwise the consequences will be serious.

"Strength is self-willed, and this merit has been saved for many years? I have never seen such a perverted master."

"If we have that strength, we will also wave and wave towards death."

"The host's bowels are all regretful, and he pits himself."

Amidst the discussion, the crowd slowly dispersed and went their separate ways.

The gambling fight resumed, the shouting and shouting resounded throughout the world, the people who fought were nothing, and the thieves who were watching the show were loud.

I don't know when, I saw a person walking into the gambling arena.

It was a burly big man, with bare arms, a back and a strong waist.

That guy, needless to say, is Ye Chen. He has changed his form. If he wants to slip back and do another vote, merit is best earned here.

"The witty me will always come back." Ye Chen pursed his hair, glanced around, and then set foot on a small hill.

He consciously said that as soon as the fight was over, he ran up and screamed, showing the bandit's anger to the extreme.

That station owner is a little old man with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks.

Seeing Ye Chen on stage, he squinted his eyes and looked at it.

Looking at it, he got up, took a deep breath, and howled loudly, "Come on, someone! That guy is here again."

In a word, Ye Chen's mouth twitched violently, can you recognize this?

Just a second before and after,

No less than seventy or eighty masters came running.

Okay! Ye Chen was surrounded by three circles inside and outside.

The host who had lost two games before was also among them, with black lines running around his forehead and his beard blowing and staring at him.

"A few meanings." Ye Chen coughed dryly and couldn't help but back away.

"It doesn't make much sense." All the hostess smiled, and the people watching were horrified. There were so many, still rolling their sleeves.

Then, Ye Chen was beaten, and a group of saint-level underworld generals were like eating gunpowder, like being beaten with chicken blood. .

Soon, Ye Chen was thrown out, and was beaten by a group of station owners, unable to lift his head, and his strikes were not light or heavy.

It must be said that this fellow was also very persevering, and he was almost killed, but he was still stubborn, and pretended to be one person to mix in.

Then, he came out again, with footprints all over his body.

After that, this guy would always sneak into the gambling arena disguised in various forms, just like a human-shaped bull head or a human-shaped horse face.

However, every time he was found out, he was beaten when he was done.

The eyes of many station owners are still sharp, and they are extremely united. Seeing Ye Chen, they immediately cleared away without saying a word.

I really thought that we were old-fashioned, and that we couldn't get a chance to cheat. If you want to cheat us, you deserve to be beaten.

After a few times, Ye Chen really became a thief. All the major station owners are on first-level alert, and bloody examples are not enough without alert.

I don't know how many times, Ye Chen was thrown out of the gambling arena.

This time, the torture was a bit miserable. His forehead was blue and his face was swollen. He covered his old waist and even walked with a limping.

Looking at the hair again, it was like a chicken coop. It was scratched in a mess, and there was the nosebleed, which could not be wiped off all the way.

"Yo, were you beaten again?" Seeing Ye Chen so embarrassed, Zhao Yun crossed his hands happily, smiling a little bit flatly.

"Don't mention it, it's all tears." Ye Chen grinned.

"For you, merit is very important?" Zhao Yun said with a smile.

"Important, very important, I need to raise my rank to the underworld general. Only in this way can I ask the judge to ask for a customs clearance letter." Ye Chen said, looking in the direction of Naihe Bridge, he seemed to be able to see through nothingness. Chu Linger at the bridge.

"No wonder so desperate." Zhao Yun shook his head and smiled.

"Force me to kill the dragon!" Ye Chen scratched his head.

"With your strength, it won't take long."

"That's true." Ye Chen patted his butt and got up, glanced around, and went straight to the largest store.

Since you want to kill the dragon, this trick is essential.

The shop is not small, it is a realm inside, and there are all kinds of things for sale, including ghosts, medicinal pills, and secret scrolls.

The owner of the shop is a fat old man, with a big chest, exposed breasts, extremely fat, kind eyes and kind eyes, like a Maitreya Buddha.

"Maybe there is Zhaolong San." Ye Chen explained his intention directly.

"One thousand dark stones, one bag." The fat old man smiled.

"There is no dark stone, you can use merit to make it up." Ye Chen said.

"One merit can be worth a thousand dark stones, um, that is, one merit can be exchanged for a bag of Zhaolong Powder, how much do you want."

"Fifty." Ye Chen said, he had already taken out the merit book, and he was too lazy to bargain, his time was very precious.

The fat old man is happy, and fifty merits, that is not a small amount, or that this is a big business.

Ye Chen put fifty merits into the fat old man's merit book, took the storage bag with Zhaolong Powder and went out.

However, in the next second, he turned his head and came back.

The fat old man, who was happy with the book of merits, raised his head and looked at Ye Chen tentatively, "Is there a problem with Zhaolongsan?"

"No problem?" Ye Chen replied casually, with a pair of sharp eyes, he scanned the shelves, not knowing what he was looking for.

After three or two breaths, he took a step and went to the corner of the store. On the shelf, there was a black broken sword.

Ye Chen raised his hand, held the black sword in his hand, brushed the dust off it, looked over and over, his eyes were deep.

This broken sword is very strange. I don't know what kind of material it is made of. It is extremely hard, and it is engraved with ancient gods.

The level is not high, only the quasi-Saint level, which is still broken.

The main thing is that a gold word is engraved on the hilt.

It is a word for "king", about the size of an adult's fingernail, with a dim golden light, which is very mysterious.

Ye Chen took a deep breath, his eyes twinkling.

He was extremely sure that the word "king" was the word for Dunjia heaven.

It was also the opportunity of the Dunjia Heavenly Character that brought him back again. This is definitely a treasure, a priceless treasure.

It's just that he wondered, how could the underworld have the word Dunjia in the world, who brought it in, or was it originally there.

"Have you seen this sword?" The fat old man came over with his hands in his hands, and raised his two fingers with a smile, "Two hundred merits."

"One hundred." Ye Chen replied while watching.

"Deal." The fat old man is not ordinary and straightforward. It seems that he is not very optimistic about this sword, so he is eager to sell it, and also saves space on the shelf.

"Did you give too much?" Ye Chen pouted, put away the sword, took out the merit book, and crossed out a hundred with a painful face.

"Walk slowly." The fat old man smiled and narrowed his eyes.

"Give me another bag of Zhaolong Powder." Ye Chen was very numb, and before going out, he took another bag of Zhaolong Powder, and he ran fast.

"Hey." The fat old man chased after him, but Ye Chen was no longer there. He blew his beard and stared, his face darkened.

On the street, Ye Chen ran out of the city while looking at the sword.

The sword itself is not precious, and the preciousness is the word of Dunjia Heaven on the sword. When it comes to the Heavenly Book of Dunjia, it cannot be measured by money.

Outside the city, Zhao Yun was leaning against a big tree, and when he saw Ye Chen walking out, he stretched, "Two people, it will be faster."

"You want to help me kill the dragon?" Ye Chen's eyes lit up.

"Idle is also idle." Zhao Yun shrugged again.

"Got it!" Ye Chen was in a good mood, Zhao Yun's combat power was comparable to his, and with his help, the efficiency was twice as fast.

The two walked side by side, stepped out of the virtual sky, and went straight to the sea of ​​evil.

As soon as the two left, Black Impermanence and White Impermanence came.

After searching for a long time, I found out that Ye Chen had come to the ghost town, but after rummaging through the ghost town, Ye Chen could not be found.

"Yes, it's too late again." Hei Wuchang couldn't help scolding.

"Going to Niehai again?" Bai Wuchang stroked his tongue.

"If you want me to tell me, let's not look for it. With that kid's urination, he will definitely go to Yama Hall to find a judge."

"It's weird to be able to clear the customs for him. The ability to cultivate merit does not mean that the cultivation base can reach the standard. The god position is not a joke."

The two talked and walked into a tavern, but they would be lazy and ordered a pot of good wine, so that they could order two side dishes.

Here, Ye Chen and Zhao Yun are like fairy lights and gods, adding two gorgeous colors to the dim sky.

After three hours, the two talents fell from the sky one after another.

The sea of ​​evil is still so gloomy, the waves are rolling, there are ghosts howling, evil thoughts and resentments are intertwined, and the picture is scary.

"The place of great evil." Zhao Yun sighed, with a look of fear.

"Emperor Underworld can't be completely exhausted. It's absolutely difficult to deal with. Even if you are in the Ten Halls of Yama, you don't necessarily dare to go deeper."

"Zhaolong scattered me in half." Zhao Yun stretched out his palm.

Ye Chen was very simple, and divided half of the fifty bags of Zhaolong Powder.

The two went to work, one ran to one side, and swayed the dragons.

The sound of the dragon's roar stopped, and the two evil dragons rushed out at the same time. The huge dragon body was black, stirring thunder and dark clouds.

Ye Chen's style of play was still domineering, and he jumped on the top of the dragon's head. The weapons were useless, only the fierce Bahuang Fist.

The evil dragon circled and roared, unable to shake it off, the huge dragon head flew across the blood and bones smashed by Ye Chen with a punch.

On the other hand, Zhao Yun was also very natural. He overturned the evil dragon with a palm of his hand and rode directly on the dragon's body. He also did not use weapons.

What is a monster, this is a monster, and there are two.

To be able to one-on-one a dragon at the emperor level, in the entire underworld, most of them are the only people like them who dare to do so.

"Two universes, two eras, two protagonists."

In the majestic hall, the Emperor Hades spoke lingeringly, incomparably ethereal.

In front of him, there is a water curtain suspended, and the picture inside is exactly the scene of Ye Chen and Zhao Yun fighting against the dragon.

"Daowu releases water, Underworld Emperor you... why not."

Emperor Huang manifested, smiled faintly, and looked at the water curtain.

He, who once singled out the five emperors, also showed gratification to Ye Chen and Zhao Yun. The arrogance of the future generations is really amazing.

"The two of them will have a battle." Emperor Ming smiled and looked sideways at Emperor Huang, "You think who will win."

"There is no difference, they will perish together." The emperor said indifferently.