Cultivator: Fighting God

Chapter 17
Ye Beichi smiled and said: "Ordinary weapons are not popular, but weapons made by famous craftsmen are different, ranging from the lowest ninth rank to the highest first rank. Our family's battle ax Yaoyang is a third rank weapon, which can be called a divine weapon ! Liangcheng has two major auction houses and three major weapon manuals, and there are experienced appraisers in these places."

With that said, Ye Beichi patted Ye Yang on the shoulder and said, "Ziyu, when you feel that the weapons you produced are already considered good, you can take your weapons to the auction house to apply for appraisal. Even a ninth-grade weapon can be sold for tens of taels of silver, which is enough for an ordinary family to spend ten years."

Ye Yang nodded, full of hope in his heart. It seems that this art of refining is not only to strengthen his own ability, but also a good way to make money!
Saying goodbye to Ye Beichi, although he was very excited, he couldn't beat the sleepiness of the night. When he got home, Ye Yang fell asleep and fell into a misty sleep.

Chapter 5 Zhang Tianhe
In the middle of the night, there was a loud voice from the nurse outside the room: "That boy, where are you going? Get out of here, I know, you are hiding here!"

Ye Yang woke up with a jerk, opened his eyes vigilantly, the Vulcan power in his body was running, his perception stretched out like a spider web, and he could vaguely sense a rather powerful force that was fleeting!
Sure enough, someone came!

Turning over and getting out of bed, Ye Yang put on his clothes like lightning, reached out and grabbed the iron sword he made by himself at the head of the bed, pushed the door out, and saw several servants holding simple knives and holding lanterns, respectfully said: " Young master, have you ever seen a boy in black?"

Ye Yang frowned: "No."

"Oh, then don't disturb the young master's rest!"

Several family guards immediately searched elsewhere, but Ye Yang lost his sleepiness. Just now, he vaguely felt the power disappear behind the hall, which was the direction of the ancestral hall. Could it be that there was movement in the ancestral hall?

Holding a sharp blade, Ye Yang flitted across the wall like falling leaves, and after a few ups and downs, he had already arrived in front of the ancestral hall. Obviously, after practicing the power of Vulcan, Ye Yang's cultivation was greatly improved, and the speed of flying was even faster than himself. Was taken aback.

"brush!"

The figure flashed past and disappeared into the ancestral hall.

Ye Yang immediately shouted: "Who, stand!"

The black figure would not stop, and flew straight into the ancestral hall.

At the moment Ye Yang rushed into the ancestral hall, the black shadow suddenly turned around and punched out loudly. His fist was covered by a blood-red halo, and Ye Yang was almost suffocated by a strong breath!
"Oh!"

A heavy punch failed to hit Ye Yang, but he was knocked back halfway through the punch, and a wall of blazing flames had already condensed in front of Ye Yang.

The boy in black was stunned: "Scared? What a fast wall!"

This masked black-clothed boy missed a single blow, and immediately pumped up all the zhenqi in his body, with his arms open, his body was as strong as a mountain, with a strong back and waist, and light blue zhenqi quickly gathered on his fists , the man roared violently: "Boy, what about my move?!"

"Drink! Xing Tian San Fu!"

(End of this chapter)