Chapter 474 Eight Parts of Heavenly Dragon Fire Xia Bodhi

In the gambling house.

There were several people sitting or standing, and there was a lot of enthusiasm, and people were drinking and drinking.

Dim lights flickered on the ceiling.

Their shadows seemed to be dancing silently.

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

"Who do you think will win this battle between Ye Yang, a double swordsman, and Ye Yang, a long-lasting Qiu sword?"

A big man with a sinister face wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth.

The voice was like the blade on a whetstone, a bit rough and urgent.

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

"Although Ye Yang has only been around for a short time, he is extremely talented. His Thirteen Blades of Time astonished all the heroes. Luo Shenxue was defeated by his sword, and he defeated several masters. He cannot be underestimated."

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

"His sword skills are domineering, and the ancient magic sword can shatter the galaxy with one strike. It's not just talk. The outcome of this battle is indeed unpredictable."

"That is, although Ye Yang is strong, he lacks training after all. After the last update of the Hidden Dragon Ranking, he was placed in the tenth position, so it is not without such consideration."

"And Dao Xinghe has risen from his humble beginnings. Over the years, he has defeated countless Taoist disciples and saintly disciples, and now he has become the Tianzihao commander of the Immortal Catcher Division."

"Ranked sixth on the Hidden Dragon List, the name of Everlasting Autumn has been resounding for decades, like thunder in my 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 it carried an unquestionable majesty.

Someone seemed to recognize her identity and frowned slightly.

"It turns out to be the beautiful autumn colors of Gui Qian Villa."

This person opened a ghost money villa, set up a gambling house, opened a dark market, and specialized in gambling houses, and his business was huge.

"Fairy Isshiki Jin, in this battle, do you know the gambling odds of Gui Qian Villa?"

"It's open, one to three. The odds of Dao Xinghe are one, and the odds of Ye Yang, the master of swords and swords, are three."

Just as everyone was talking about it, there was suddenly a rush of footsteps outside the door.

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

"Miss, miss, there is big news."

"No! The duel has begun!"

There was an uproar in the gambling house and there was a lot of discussion.

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

Some are anxious to place their bets.

The atmosphere in the gambling house suddenly became extremely heated.

"A big war is going to start tomorrow?"

"It's not like the new year has begun and the decisive battle is here. It's only a few days away, why is it so early?"

"It's not a decisive battle between Sword Shuangjue Ye Yang and Yiqi Changqiu Dao Xinghe, but a battle between Dao Xinghe and Xia Bodhi, the third 'Eight Dragon Fire' on the Qianlong List."

"You mean."

"A fight between Dao Xinghe and Buddha Hero Bodhi from Dalin Temple is going to happen? Why is it so sudden? Isn't it because Dao Xinghe and Ye Yang are both defeated by swords?"

"That's the last one. Dao Xinghe wants to fight two people in a row."

"Hiss! Seriously, this battle is even more eye-catching than the match with Ye Yang, the swordsman and swordsman."

The top ten dragons on the Hidden Dragon List have always been scattered around the world. They are all practicing and finding their own destiny.

"What kind of days have we encountered this year? Before we take action, decisive battles continue."

"I am so honored to be able to watch such grand competitions one after another."

"You may not know yet, but some time ago during the Universiade Dynasty, the Dongfang Zhuxian Army descended on the Tongtian River and wanted to cross the river."

"In the end, I didn't expect that it was defeated by the Taixu Taoist Sect and the first-class forces. It is said that they suppressed and killed two real-level Dusi, and formed a life-and-death feud."

"Dao Xinghe is the commander of the Great Fortune Dynasty's Immortal Catcher Si Tian."

"The Eight Heavenly Dragon Fire Man Bodhisattva is the disciple of Dalin Temple, the great hidden sect in Yalongling. This time he also participated in the siege of the Universiade Dynasty. The two have a lot of grudges."

"That's why we put this battle ahead of Ye Yang."

"Although Dalin Temple is a Zen Buddhist monk, all of them are violent monks, such as Zhang Er Vajra, who advocate killing as a way to protect life."

It was originally a duel between swordsman Ye Yang and Qi Changqiu Dao Xinghe.

Now right at the beginning of the battle.

Sudden changes.

It suddenly turned into a peerless battle between fourth and third.

There was an uproar for a while, and the news spread all over the city.

In the Feitian Gate.

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

His eyes were complex and profound.

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

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

This object is not easy to obtain, and it is the necessary basic mother object for the spiritual art of sowing beans and forming soldiers.

It is also a rare material that the Feitian Sect has collected after untold hardships.

Next to Ye Yang, Yan Qingying closed her eyes. Her long hair falls like a waterfall, and her green dress highlights her looming temperament.

She took a slow, deep breath now.

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

There was a faint aura floating in the air, combining with her.

The aura escaping from the Beiming Dragon Blood Magic Bean is full of mystery and unknown.

Ye Yang slowly stretched out his hand, trying to touch the smooth and transparent surface of the beans.

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

There was both anticipation and apprehension in her eyes.

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

Yan Qingying's voice still contained a bit of disbelief.

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

"The path of spiritual practice is difficult and full of difficulties. You should be happy when you encounter such an opportunity."

After 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 do my best to live up to the sect's trust."

She turned to the Northern Dark Dragon Blood Magic Beans again, and without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed one.

The beans are cold and heavy in the hand, containing huge energy.

Yan Qingying closed her eyes, circulated her magic power, and forced out a mouthful of blood essence, slowly nourishing the Beiming Dragon Blood Magic Bean in her hand.

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

Ye Yang looked at Yan Qingying's movements and couldn't help but nodded. Although Yan Qingying was a little weaker, she was hardworking and simple and had extraordinary perseverance.

The most important thing is that she is down-to-earth. Interacting with Tao soldiers requires a lot of effort and may even affect her practice, but her qualifications are not good.

It's better to find another way, maybe it will be more suitable for her and help her walk on the road to heaven.

At this moment, Yan Qingying's body suddenly started to tremble violently.

A powerful force exploded inside her body, as if it was going to tear her whole body apart.

She gritted her teeth and worked her mind relentlessly, trying to guide this power throughout her body and integrate it into her own cultivation.

Seeing this scene, Ye Yang was relieved.

"Dao Xinghe is about to fight Xia Bodhi. No matter what, this battle cannot be missed."

‘Whether it’s observing Xinghe’s sword attack or watching this earth-shattering battle of peerless talents, it’s all a reward. "

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

"Junior Sister Yan, please carefully cultivate the magic beans here. I have something to go out on."

Yan Qingying thought of something and said.

"Senior brother, we need to find Changqiu Dao Qinghe together."

Ye Yang nodded.

Yan Qingying bit her lip.

"In that case, I congratulate my senior brother on his triumphant return."

"There are a lot of rumors now that Dao Xinghe is going to fight Xianhe Xia Bodhi."

Faced with such a stormy event.

As a practitioner, it is natural to want to take a look.

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

Joining in for fun is nothing compared to practicing.

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

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

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

Everything was submerged in the quiet color of snow.

On top of the flying turtle, he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure, the Holy Son of the Blood Demon.

The blood demon saint son was wearing a blood-colored robe, standing by the Ruyi Lake, his long hair flying in the wind.

There was a coldness and murderous intent in his eyes, as if he was waiting for something.

There was another person beside him.

His eyes are like the night sky, his face is handsome, and he is wearing a robe like a white crane chasing water, making him look free and easy.

His long black hair fell down like a waterfall, revealing a profile of his face, which highlighted his face that coexisted with strength and softness.

His true face is like a crown jade, his eyes are like bright stars, and his shape is like Pan An.

"Pan Anjian, Xiao Song Yu."

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

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

Pan Anjian and Song Yu held a bamboo sword and stood steadily on the snow by the lake.

The two looked at each other, and there was a tense atmosphere in the air.

"let's start."

The voice of the Blood Demon Saint Son was low and full of provocation.

"Okay, I have long heard that the Dragon-Tiger Golden Ring of the Blood Demon Saint Son is extraordinary, and I have long wanted to learn about it. Please take action."

He knew that the strength of the Blood Demon Saint Son should not be underestimated, especially after hearing that he had refined the dragon-tiger golden ring and activated the golden ring with all his strength, like a dragon-tiger body protection, which was extraordinary.

Moreover, there is a mysterious Blood Demon Sect behind the opponent.

This sect practices the great path through pain.

Although he is extremely abnormal and unacceptable to everyone, he is not afraid of death or serious injury when it comes to fighting, which makes people even more frightened.

"The Blood Demon Saint Son, if you want to step on me and ascend to the throne, you are thinking too simply."

Pan Anjian and Xiao Song Yu shouted in a deep voice, and at the same time secretly mobilized the zhenqi in their bodies to prepare for possible attacks at any time.

The blood demon saint son raised an evil smile on his lips, and a cunning light flashed in his eyes.

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

As soon as he finished speaking, the Blood Demon Holy Son flashed and turned into a blood shadow and rushed towards Xiao Song Yu.

The speed is astonishing.

But Xiao Song Yu was already prepared, and in a flash, he performed the "Thousand Transformations of Phantoms".

Dozens of figures instantly differentiated and avoided the attack of the Blood Demon Saint Son.

He sensed that the Blood Demon Saint Son's offensive was becoming more and more fierce, with dragons roaring and tigers roaring, and every blow contained the power to destroy mountains and rivers, and he couldn't help but change his expression slightly.

"Such a powerful force. My swordsmanship is not suitable for hard attacks. He just happened to restrain me. I'm afraid it will be difficult today."

He ducked behind him to avoid the blow and was preparing to counterattack.

At this moment, the Blood Demon Saint Son seemed to sense something and raised his head to look at the sky.

In mid-air, there was a huge flying turtle with a ferocious shell and a dark color flying slowly by.

The Blood Demon Saint Son's heart moved and he looked at Pan Anjian and Xiao Song Yudao.

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

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

The sudden change made Pan Anjian and Song Yu stunned for a moment, with a slight frown on his handsome face, looking at the flying turtle going away.

"It's Ye Yang, the Sword and Sword Master. This man is so charming that he made the Blood Demon Saint give up the fight with me."

Flying over the turtle every day.

"I knew you were coming."

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

He stared at Ye Yang with burning eyes, as if he wanted to read his mind.

"There is a mysterious person who wants to meet you. His whereabouts are erratic and elusive. He suddenly found me a few days ago. Even I found it quite incredible."

Ye Yang touched his chin, a little confused.

"who is it?"

The blood demon saint's tone was serious.

"Student of Qiu Yi from Tianyan."

"So, he came to see you in advance."

"That's right. He is very interested in you and specially asked me to come and want to meet you."

Ye Yang pondered for a moment, seeming to weigh the pros and cons.

He knew how terrifying it was for monks who practiced numerology.

The students of Qiuyi in Tianyan land are famous, and they have always been mysterious and mysterious.

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

Now that he has opened his mouth, it must be something serious.

He sighed.

"Okay, in that case, I'll go with you."

A glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the Blood Demon Saint Son.

He knew that Ye Yang had always been a master who didn't like trouble, but this time he actually wanted to see Tian Yan's Qiu Yi student.

That man was truly extraordinary.

"That's fine. If you ask him for a divination after you arrive, it will be a worthwhile trip."

Ye Yang smiled: "Destiny is unpredictable, changes from high to low, cannot be forced, and is elusive. How can it be calculated by others?"

The two drove the Sun Flying Turtle through the bustling market and passed through quiet alleys, and finally came to a seemingly ordinary teahouse.

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

The two walked into the teahouse and saw smoke and people inside.

It's just that I didn't see the famous Yi scholar.

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

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

Time passed by, the sun gradually set in the west, and the flow of people in the teahouse began to thin out.

At this moment, a young man walked in slowly.

He wore a Taoist crown, held a bamboo scroll, and wore a plain robe. Although his face was not hidden, it was always vague, making it difficult for people to see his true face.

He walked up to the two of them and said calmly: "I'm a little late today. I'm really sorry."

Ye Yang nodded, and he carefully observed this prestigious student of Qiu Yi from Tianyan Land.

His steps are light and light, as if he has a special footwork. The movements of the sky are like random flowers, revealing the rules and rhythm.

His fingers were clean and long, and his nails were extremely neatly manicured.

But there are a lot of calluses in the palms of the hands and on the fingertips, which are obviously caused by frequent reading of scriptures.

Read a lot of books and learn a lot.

Xuexuezi Yi seemed to have noticed Ye Yang's gaze. He turned to look at Ye Yang carefully, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Are you Ye Yang, the master of both swords and swords? It's strange. Logically speaking, your appearance is not that of a wealthy person, nor is it the appearance of an immortal or an ancestor. If you cannot achieve such an achievement, how can you achieve such a level of cultivation?"

"It even reached the top ten on the Hidden Dragon List. It's strange, it's really strange."

Ye Yang smiled slightly and didn't take this person's sharp words seriously.

"This is Ye Yang."