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In fact, so far, the dragon madman has not really seen through Yang Chen, and he is still worried about how to repay the debt owed to many people. At this point, the dragon madman, as a man, did not have a thorough look.

Dunlan and Dragon Crazy came to see Yang Chen at the same time. Yang Chen must be a grand entertainer. But to spare these vain rituals: “Friends, do you need these things? ”

Dragon stared at Ran and Yang Chen indistinguishably. They called each other the elder brother. It was time to eat, drink and drink. Without that vulgar discourse, the mind seemed to understand something.

That's fine. Dragon fanaticism nodded darkly and then stopped tangling and joined Yang Chen in the fight. Some people have things, they just don't fight and don't get to know each other. It's not too late for the dragon madman to understand.

After eating Hazel, the only thing left of the dragon maniac was to throw it behind. Now that we're friends, maybe even more intimate brothers, don't say what you owe me. I owe you. Your business is mine. My business is yours.

Finally, Yang Chen was relieved by the relief of a guy who might become a bomb bag in the future. At least there is an explanation for Big Sister Lan. Now it is safe to think about refining the final demonic realm.

The soil has been thoroughly refined by Yang Chen, a small piece, weighing more than a dozen pounds. Because of the destruction of a magic treasure, which is considered to be a flying sword, Yang Chen's divinity was also damaged. Even though Yang Chen practiced the Sanqing technique strong enough, and with the help of Shendan Jie, Yang Chen took almost several years to make up for it. Fortunately, it was on its own initiative to dismantle the flying sword, and the injuries were not serious. The higher the fix, the higher the association with the magic treasure.

Until the injury healed, Yang Chen began to refine the Feifeng of the Breath Soil according to the correct refining method given by Brother Li Cheng. His cultivation has reached the middle of Tianxian, and the divine cultivation has reached the later stage of the Great Golden Immortal. All the monks of the Taitianmen refined the soil for 10,000 years. By the time it took only a few decades in Yang Chen's hands, it became a shaped sword embryo.

From the beginning, Yang Chen felt a huge difference. In the past, Yang Chen only knew that the soil material was real, and then over the course of three thousand years, the weight of the soil flying sword increased by more than a dozen kilograms, that's all. As for power, it can only be said that it is ordinary, relative to Yang Chen's other example, such as the Blood Demon Vine Flying Sword, such as the Nine Phantom Flying Sword, it is not a grade.

The only thing worth mentioning is the word sturdy. The soil is the soil, and even if the refining method is wrong, there is no material that can truly destroy it. Even if it is badly traumatized, it will grow slowly, just because it can't be done, it will only grow very slowly.

Now that we have just refined the Siren flying sword, to be precise, we have just refined a sword embryo, and Yang Chen can feel that intense breath of life from the Siren flying sword. That's not the kind of anger that Mangi grows, it's an unmatched atmosphere of terror that ignores all constraints.

This scent, if used in an attack, even if it just rubs the skin of the enemy, will directly create a huge mouth in the contact area, with Yang Chen's spiritual properties, there will be 108 virtually indelible genuine German yuan tangled over the wound, preventing the wound from healing itself. This is just an unfocused scenario, and if the direct hit, estimated and beheaded fairy knife, there is essentially nothing to think about.

Even more surprising to Yang Chen, after properly refining the breath soil into a sword embryo and receiving it in the sea of knowledge, he discovered that his new soil and soil flying sword began to absorb magic.

In the geographic map of the mountain river, Yang Chen is now in the spiritual realm where the concentration of magic has reached that level in the core of the demonic continent. At one time, countless demons flew directly toward Yang Chen's body, and were absorbed by the soil sword in the sea. It absorbed almost as fast as a giant aspirator. Unexpected kung fu, within the hundreds of square circles around Yang Chen, just because the magic has been completely absorbed, the surroundings have not been replenished in time, forming a huge vacuum of magic.

In Yang Chen, it seems that there is a kind of stupidity that wants to grow in the soil flying sword in the sea. Only because Yang Chen is being cultivated with the natural Numen God, and suppressed in the sea of knowledge, does it not grow bigger. But Yang Chen believed that as long as he finished refining himself and took out the Breath Sword, the Breath Sword would surely grow wildly under the stimulus of magic.

It's just that Yang Chen doesn't know what scale the Siren Feifeng will become. It may turn into a giant Feifeng that even Yang Chen himself can't dance with, but in any case, the magic can always be absorbed.

The change in magic will certainly attract everyone's attention. The women came directly to Yang Chen and waited for Yang Chen to give an explanation. Not long after Kung Fu, even Lady Bai and Lin Zhengyuan, as well as Lan Long fanatics, all came and wanted to know what was going on.

Until Yang Chen explained everything, people suddenly realized. Grand Sun Ling was also happy. The last part of the refining demonic world was getting harder and harder. She was under a lot of pressure. I had no idea that the husband had helped to find a solution while he was silent.

As for Lin Zhengyuan and Lady Bai, after they heard the name of the breathing ground, they had to exclaim, Yang Chen, the younger generation, was so lucky that they were all a little jealous. How many good things a monk can't dream of searching all over. Here in Yang Chen, it's like a big cabbage. A batch appears today, a batch appears tomorrow, never without surprises.

Ran didn't think it was a big deal. Since she knew Yang Chen had directly taken the Dragon Palace treasure trove, she wouldn't be surprised if Yang Chen could come up with something better.

Only the dragon madman was the most amazing one. These days, he finally saw what wealth Yang Chen possessed. He saw with his own eyes the myriad of monks who dreamed of finding a few drops of Four Seas Xuanshan liquid that could be used to refine the alchemy or drink and wash their bodies. They were all used for bathing and swimming in the Dragon Palace in Yang Chen. Even if he was a Dragon Nation, even if he once felt that he was already rich in the Dragon Palace, he could still feel like a beggar in the face of Yang Chen's riches.

Now Yang Chen handsomely took out the same pharmacopoeia, but it was still breath refined, and let the dragon fanatics worship Yang Chen some membranes. The Dragons are so powerful, but they haven't heard of finding a few breathing grounds, and Yang Chen is only a dozen pounds.