Chapter 474: Eight Dragon Fires Xia Bodhi

In the gambling house.

There were several people sitting or standing, drinking and chatting.

The dim light was swaying on the ceiling.

Their shadows were reflected, as if they were dancing a silent dance.

Some were smiling, some were frowning, but without exception, they were attracted by the dice on the table.

"Who do you think will win the battle between Ye Yang, the master of swords and swords, and Xinghe, the master of long autumn swords?"

A big man with a face full of flesh wiped the wine foam from the corner of his mouth.

The voice was like a blade on a whetstone, revealing a bit of roughness and urgency.

A thin man next to him stroked his long beard, his eyes flashing with cunning light.

"Although Ye Yang has not been rising for a long time, he is gifted. He shocked the crowd with thirteen swords in a flash. Luo Shenxue was defeated by his sword, and he defeated several masters in a row. He should not be underestimated."

"Having said that, Dao Xinghe has been famous for a long time and has rich experience."

"His swordsmanship is domineering. The ancient sword magic can shatter the galaxy with one sword. It is not just talk. The outcome of this battle is indeed unpredictable."

"That's right. Although Ye Yang is strong, he lacks tempering after all. The last time the Hidden Dragon List was updated, he was placed in the tenth position, and this was also considered."

"And Dao Xinghe rose from obscurity. Over the years, I don't know how many Taoists and saints he has defeated. Now he is the Tianzi leader of the Immortal Catcher Division."

"Ranked sixth on the Hidden Dragon List, the name of Yiqi Changqiu has been resounding for decades, like thunder in the ears. I am more optimistic about Dao Xinghe."

In the corner.

A middle-aged woman in luxurious clothes spoke slowly.

Her voice was soft, but with an unquestionable majesty.

It seemed that someone recognized her identity and frowned slightly.

"It turned out to be Yanqiu Yisejin from Guiqian Villa."

This person opened Guiqian Villa, set up a gambling house, opened a dark market, and specialized in gambling houses. His business was very large.

"Fairy Yisejin, I wonder if the odds of Guiqian Villa are open for this battle?"

"It's open, one to three. Dao Xinghe's odds are one, and that sword and sword master Ye Yang's odds are three."

...

Just as everyone was talking about it, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

A panting servant rushed in, his face full of excitement.

"Miss, Miss, there is big news."

"Oh no! The duel has begun!"

The gambling house was suddenly in an uproar, and everyone was talking about it.

Some stood up and hurried out to find out the news.

Some were anxious to place bets.

The atmosphere in the gambling house became unusually heated for a while.

"A big battle is going to start tomorrow?"

"Didn't they say that the new year begins with a decisive battle? There are still a few days left, how come it's brought forward?"

"It's not the decisive battle between Ye Yang, the master of both swords and knives, and Dao Xinghe, the master of Yi Qi Chang Qiu, but the battle between Dao Xinghe and Xia Bodhi, the third on the Hidden Dragon List, 'Eight Divisions of Heavenly Dragon Fire'."

"You mean."

"Dao Xinghe and Xia Bodhi, the Buddhist son of Dalin Temple, are going to fight? Why is it so sudden? Isn't it Ye Yang, the master of both swords and knives?"

"That's the latter one, Dao Xinghe is going to fight two people in a row."

"Hiss! Is this true? This battle is even more shocking than the match with Ye Yang, the master of both swords and knives."

The top ten on the Hidden Dragon List have always been elusive, scattered all over the world. They are all practicing and looking for their own destiny.

"What kind of day have we encountered this year? Even before we make a move, the decisive battles continue."

"How honored we are to see such grand competitions one after another."

"You may not know yet. Some time ago, the Eastern Zhuxian Army of Dayun Dynasty descended on Tongtian River and wanted to cross the river."

"But they did not expect to be broken by the Taixu Dao Sect and the first-class forces. It is said that they suppressed and killed two Dusi in the realm of real people, and forged a life-and-death feud."

"Dao Xinghe is the Tianzi leader of the Dayun Dynasty's Immortal Catcher Division."

"The Eight-part Dragon Fire Knight Bodhi is a Buddhist disciple of the Dalin Temple, a hidden sect in Yalongling. This time, he also participated in the siege of Dayun Dynasty. The two have a lot of grievances."

"That's why this battle was put before Ye Yang."

"Although Dalin Temple is a Zen monk, they are all violent monks, and they advocate killing to protect life."

Originally, it was a duel between Ye Yang, who is a master of both swords and swords, and Dao Xinghe, who is a long-lasting autumn.

Now, just when the battle has just begun.

Something unexpected happened.

It turned into a battle between the fourth and third.

It was a hot topic for a while, and the news spread all over the city.

…

In Feitianmen.

Ye Yang looked at the Beiming Dragon Blood Magic Beans in front of him.

His eyes were complicated and deep.

After these beans fell off the pods, they were processed with blood and were as big as a human head.

The crystal clear beans were scattered in the earth veins like gems, emitting a faint red light.

This thing is not easy to obtain, and it is the necessary foundation for the magic of sowing beans into soldiers.

It is also a rare material that Feitianmen has collected after going through untold hardships.

Yan Qingying, who was next to Ye Yang, closed her eyes. Her long hair fell like a waterfall, and her green dress set off her looming temperament.

At this moment, she took a slow and deep breath.

The light inside the stone chamber was dim, and only the faint light from the Beiming Dragon Blood Magic Beans illuminated her face.

A faint aura floated in the air, combining with her.

The breath emanating from the Beiming Dragon Blood Magic Beans was full of mystery and unknown.

Ye Yang slowly stretched out his hand and tried to touch the smooth and transparent surface of the bean.

Retracting his hand, Ye Yang turned and looked at Yan Qingying behind him.

Her eyes were both expectant and apprehensive.

"Master Ye, these Beiming Dragon Blood Magic Beans are precious. Do you really want me to be the host of the Taoist soldiers?"

Yan Qingying's voice was still a little unbelievable.

Ye Yang turned around, looked at her firmly and gently, and spoke slowly.

"The road of cultivation is difficult and full of obstacles. You should be happy to encounter such an opportunity."

Hearing Ye Yang's words, Yan Qingying showed a firm look.

"Don't worry, Master. The sect is willing to give me this opportunity. I will definitely do my best to live up to the sect's trust."

She turned to the Beiming Dragon Blood Magic Beans again. He didn't hesitate and reached out to grab one.

The beans were cold and heavy in his hands, containing huge energy.

Yan Qingying closed her eyes, operated her magic power, forced out a mouthful of blood, and slowly nourished the Beiming Dragon Blood Magic Beans in her hand.

As time went by, her body began to emit a reddish light, her breathing became steady and powerful, and the whole person seemed to have entered a wonderful realm.

Ye Yang looked at Yan Qingying's movements and nodded. Although Yan Qingying's strength was a little weak, she was hardworking and simple, and had extraordinary perseverance.

The most important thing is to be down-to-earth. It takes a lot of effort to interact with Taoist soldiers, and it may even affect her cultivation, but her qualifications are not good.

It would be better to find another way, which might be more suitable for her and help her to walk on the road to heaven.

At this moment, Yan Qingying's body suddenly trembled violently

A powerful force broke out in her body, as if to tear her apart.

She gritted her teeth and persevered in running her mind, trying to guide this force to all parts of her body and integrate it into her own cultivation.

Seeing this scene, Ye Yang was relieved.

"Dao Xinghe is going to fight Xia Bodhi. In any case, this battle cannot be missed."

'Whether it is observing Xinghe's sword or watching this earth-shaking battle of peerless talents, it is a gain. "

Thinking of this, Ye Yang looked at Yan Qingying who was carefully nourishing the dragon blood magic beans and spoke.

"Junior sister Yan, you carefully cultivate the magic beans here, I have something to go out for."

Yan Qingying thought of something and said.

"Senior brother, but I have to go to find a long autumn sword Qinghe. "

Ye Yang nodded.

Yan Qingying bit her lip.

"In that case, I wish you a triumphant return."

"It's now rumored that Dao Xinghe is going to fight Xian He Xia Bodhi."

Faced with such a grand event.

As a cultivator, everyone naturally wants to go and see it.

But looking at the magic beans piled up like a hut next to her, she could only patiently serve them.

Joining the fun is worthless compared to cultivation.

...

Ye Yang drove the Sun Chasing Flying Turtle to Ruyi Lake and landed slowly.

At this time, pure white snow fell on the green lake.

The lake seemed to be covered with a layer of white carpet, and ice had formed near the shore.

Everything was submerged in the quiet snow.

In the flying turtle On the top, he actually saw a familiar figure, the Blood Demon Saint.

The Blood Demon Saint was wearing a blood-colored robe, standing by the Ruyi Lake, with long hair fluttering in the wind.

His eyes revealed a cold and murderous intent, as if waiting for something.

And there was another person next to him.

His eyes were like the night sky, his face was handsome, and he wore a robe of a white crane chasing water, which was free and unrestrained.

His long black hair fell like a waterfall, revealing a side face, which further highlighted his face of both firmness and gentleness.

He was truly as handsome as a crown jade, with eyes as bright as stars, and looked like Pan An.

"Pan Anjian Xiao Songyu."

Seeing this scene, Ye Yang couldn't help but feel a sense of ingenuity in his heart.

I didn't expect that I could encounter a battle between the two here.

Pan Anjian Xiao Songyu held a bamboo sword and stood steadily on the snow by the lake.

The two looked at each other, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

"Let's start. "

The Blood Demon Saint's voice was low and full of provocation.

"Okay, I've heard that the Blood Demon Saint's Dragon Tiger Golden Ring is extraordinary, and I've long wanted to experience it. Please make a move. "

He knew that the strength of the Blood Demon Saint should not be underestimated, especially after hearing that he had refined the Dragon-Tiger Golden Ring, he activated the Golden Ring with all his strength, just like a dragon and tiger protecting his body, which was extraordinary.

Moreover, there was a mysterious Blood Demon Sect behind the other party.

The sect practiced the great way with pain.

Although extremely perverted and unacceptable to everyone, he was fearless and fearless of death and serious injuries in battle, which made people even more frightened.

"Blood Demon Saint, you think too simple to step on me to get to the top."

Pan Anjian Xiao Songyu shouted in a deep voice, and at the same time secretly mobilized the true energy in his body, ready to respond to possible attacks at any time.

The corner of the Blood Demon Saint's mouth raised a wicked smile, and a cunning light flashed in his eyes.

"Really? You are so handsome, don't let me scratch your face."

As soon as the voice fell, the Blood Demon Saint flashed and turned into a blood shadow to pounce on Xiao Songyu.

The speed was so fast that it was astonishing.

But Xiao Songyu was prepared. He flashed and used "Phantom Thousand Changes".

He instantly split into dozens of figures and avoided the attack of the Blood Demon Saint.

He sensed that the Blood Demon Saint's attack was getting more and more fierce, with dragon roars and tiger roars, and each attack contained the power to destroy mountains and rivers, and he couldn't help but change his color slightly.

"What a strong force. My swordsmanship is not suitable for hard attack. It happened to be restrained by him. I'm afraid it will be difficult today."

He dodged behind him to avoid the attack and was about to counterattack.

At this time, the Blood Demon Saint seemed to sense something and looked up at the sky.

In the air, there was a huge flying turtle with a hideous tortoise shell and a black color flying slowly.

The Blood Demon Saint's heart moved, looking at Pan Anjian Xiao Songyu and said.

"Let's stop fighting today. I'll find you in a few days."

After saying that, he turned into a blood shadow, flew quickly into the sky, and chased the flying turtle away.

The sudden change made Pan Anjian and Xiao Songyu stunned. He frowned slightly on his handsome face and looked at the flying turtle.

"It's Ye Yang, who is both a master of swords and swords. This man is so charming that he made the Blood Demon Saint give up the battle with me."

On the Sun Chasing Flying Turtle.

"I knew you would come a long time ago."

The Blood Demon Saint smiled slightly, sat on the tortoise shell with Ye Yang, and each took a sip of fragrant tea.

He stared at Ye Yang with a sharp gaze, as if he wanted to see through his mind.

"There is a mysterious person who wants to see you. This person's whereabouts are erratic and unpredictable. He suddenly came to me a few days ago, and even I found it quite incredible."

Ye Yang touched his chin, a little puzzled.

"Who is it?"

The Blood Demon Saint said seriously.

"Tianyan Diqiu Yixuezi."

"So he has looked for you in advance."

"That's right, he is very interested in you, and asked me to come here to meet you."

Ye Yang pondered for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons.

He knew the horror of the cultivators who practiced the way of numerology.

Tianyan Diqiu Yixuezi was famous, and he was always elusive and mysterious.

Suddenly he found the Blood Demon Saint and asked to see him.

Since he asked, it must be something serious.

He sighed.

"Okay, in that case, I will accompany you."

A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the Blood Demon Saint.

He knew that Ye Yang was always a trouble-maker, but this time he asked to see Tianyan Diqiu Yixuezi.

That man was indeed extraordinary.

"Well, when we get there, we'll ask him to tell our fortunes, and it won't be in vain."

Ye Yang smiled: "Fate is unpredictable, noble and humble, and it can't be forced. It's hard to predict, and how can anyone calculate it all."

...

The two drove the flying turtle chasing the sun, passed through the bustling market, crossed the quiet alleys, and finally came to a seemingly ordinary teahouse.

The Blood Demon Saint whispered: "This is it."

The two walked into the teahouse, only to see smoke and noise inside.

But they didn't see the famous Yi Xuezi.

They found a corner seat and sat down, waiting quietly.

They ordered four plates of spiritual fruits, four plates of cold dishes, four plates of hot meat, and eight-color spiritual wine, a plate of smoked spiritual fish, a plate of small-cut purple lion goose, and a plate of walnut meat stir-fried with lamb horn onions.

Time passed by minute by minute, the sun gradually set, and the flow of people in the teahouse began to sparse.

At this moment, a young man walked in slowly.

He wore a Taoist hat, held a bamboo scroll, and wore a plain robe. Although his face was not covered, it was always vague, making it difficult to see his true appearance.

He walked up to the two and said lightly: "I'm sorry for being late today."

Ye Yang nodded, and he carefully observed this famous Tianyan Diqiu Yi student.

His steps were light, as if he had a special step, and the stars moved, like a mess of flowers, revealing rules and rhythm.

His fingers were clean and slender, and his nails were trimmed very neatly.

However, there were many calluses in the palms and on the fingertips, which were obviously caused by frequent reading of scriptures.

Well-read and well-educated.

Yi Xuezi seemed to have noticed Ye Yang's gaze. He turned his head and looked at Ye Yang, looking at him carefully, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"You are Ye Yang, who is good at both swords and knives? Strange, according to reason, you don't look like a person who is extremely rich, nor do you look like an immortal. You can't achieve such an achievement, how can you have such a cultivation."

"And you are in the top ten of the Hidden Dragon List, strange, really strange."

Ye Yang smiled slightly, not taking the man's sharp words seriously.

"I am Ye Yang."