Do you have real fire?

Hearing this voice, Ye Chen frowned suddenly.

True fire is his biggest secret, and he has always been hidden by him. Even the heads of the three main peaks and Chow Tai Fook did not see that they would be smelled by the little fat man in front of him.

Ye Chen was filled with shock.

"Do you have real fire?" The fat man's two chubby little hands had already grabbed Ye Chen's arm, and even his voice could not help but lower, as if he was afraid that the Huangshi real person outside would hear it.

"The true fire is so precious. Where can I, an intern disciple, have it?" Although I was shocked, Ye Chen still smiled slightly.

"Don't lie to me, I can smell it."

"I'm afraid you smelled the wrong smell!"

"No, right! Then I'll find someone to test it." As he said that, the little fat man turned around, held his breath, and howled in the direction of the door, "Old man Huang, this kid is really... um..."

Before the word "fire" sounded out, Ye Chen stepped forward and covered the guy's mouth, letting Huangshi Zhenren test it. His true fire must be hidden.

"Little fat man, you know a lot!" Ye Chen's forehead was running around. It's not unreasonable that this little fat man is fat, it's all supported by ghost ideas.

"Look, I'll say yes!" The little fat man broke free from Ye Chen's palm, rubbed his chubby little hands, and his eyes were still shining.

"You're ruthless." Ye Chen took a deep breath, and finally resisted the urge to flatter the little fat man on the spot.

"Howling, howling, howling." Huang Shi Zhenren walked over cursingly, stared at the fat man with a beard and stared at him, "Are you full??"

"I... I practice my throat." The little fat man clenched his ears, but he did not remind Ye Chen of true hotness after all.

"Give me some peace." Huang Shi Zhenren turned around and left with his old face.

After walking a few steps, Huang Shi Zhenren turned around and looked at the fat man, "By the way, you said just now that he is really... what's the real thing?"

When asked by Huangshi Zhenren, the fat man's eyes rolled, "It's really... true energy."

After hearing what the fat man said, even Ye Chen almost laughed out loud.

"I'll go to your grandma." Huang Shi's big hand shook over on the spot, and a big mouth slapped on the little fat man's face, "Whoever in Hengyue Sect has no true energy, what's the fuss about?"

As he said that, Huang Shi Zhenren turned around and left cursed.

After Huangshi Zhenren left, the fat man who was knocked over to the ground got up from the ground. A slap mark on his chubby face was clearly visible.

"You old man, wait for me." The fat man covered his face and cursed endlessly.

On the side, Ye Chen glanced at him and was about to leave here.

"You can't leave." Seeing that Ye Chen was about to leave, the fat man grabbed him on the spot.

"You have something to do?"

"Yes, yes," said the little fat man immediately, "borrow your real fire to help me refine a treasure."

“Not available.”

"Old man Huang, this kid..."

"Training." Ye Chen really lost his temper.

The two of them arrived at the back mountain one after another.

At this hour on weekdays, there are many disciples of Hengyue who collected spiritual herbs in the back mountain, but today, there is no one here, and they all went to Fengyuntai to watch the three main peaks fight.

"We'll agree in advance. You can help you practice. If I have real fire, you can't shake it out for me."

Along the way, Ye Chen repeatedly emphasized this issue.

"Don't worry, my mouth is very tight, hehe." The little fat man patted his chest.

"Also, you can't be refined for nothing. Give me five hundred spirit stones, otherwise, there will be no talk."

"Trade." The little fat man was very happy. He was so happy that Ye Chen couldn't help but be curious about the treasure he wanted to refine. He didn't blink his eyes, and the treasure must be extraordinary.

The two found a secret cave, and the fat man took out the treasure he mentioned.

It was a mace, dark and dark, and the overall feeling was heavy, and it was definitely a fierce weapon.

"See, there is a trace of black air on it." The fat man took the mace close and pointed at the black air lingering on the mace.

Ye Chen leaned over, and the black gas was as thick as a hair. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to see it. The black gas gave him the feeling of coldness. If you smell it carefully, there was also a bloody smell.

"What is this?" Ye Chen asked, pointing at the black gas.

"With the evil thought of the last master of the mace, I can't let the mace recognize his master."

Evil thoughts!

Hearing this name, a trace of shock flashed in Ye Chen's eyes.

The evil thoughts in his lifetime can actually remain on weapons. It is conceivable how strong the original owner of the mace is, and the mace must be a powerful weapon.

"Are you sure the true fire can refine him?" Ye Chen glanced at the fat man.

"Can, can, can." The little fat man said very surely, "All evil thoughts are the most yin thing, and they are most afraid of the most yang thing. True fire is born from heaven and earth. It is definitely a kind of yang and will definitely be refined."

"Let's start!" Ye Chen said, and his mind moved and summoned the true fire.

The flames of true fire rose, causing the temperature in the cave to rise instantly, making the surrounding walls sway.

"What a domineering true fire, you can definitely refine it, hehehe."

Seeing Ye Chen's true fire, the little fat man was full of confidence and hurriedly suspended the mace in mid-air.

Ye Chenyu was really angry and wrapped in a mace.

There is the burning of true fire, and the black air is struggling violently.

ah…..!

In the dark, there seemed to be screaming, which made Ye Chen and the little fat man's mind feel in a moment of trance.

"Look, I'll just say it!" Seeing the black air struggling, the fat man rubbed his chubby little hands.

"The evil thoughts are too strong, it takes an hour." Ye Chen estimated the time for about a while.

"It's okay, I have time." The little fat man simply squatted down and stared at his mace with his eyes fixed on him.

This guy looked so fat. When he squatted down, his body was piled up with fat, and he was like a pile of fat.

"My name is Xiong Er." The little fat man looked at the mace and reported his name.

"Bear...Bear 2?"

"I'm the second at home, so my dad named me Xiong Er."

Hearing this, Ye Chen couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth, looked at the fat man, and asked tentatively, "Then your brother's name..."

"Xiong Da."

"Then your brother, you won't be called Xiong San, right?"

"I don't have brothers."

Well!

Ye Chen didn't ask again. He thought Xiong Er was already weird enough. I never had him even more weird, otherwise I wouldn't have given them such a lawless name, which would have been a sin!

ah…..!

A shrill scream came again on the mace.

Looking at the black air, it has become particularly thin. It is just the evil thoughts of the master during his lifetime. True fire is its innate nemesis. No matter how hard it struggles, it cannot escape the end of being refined.

One hour later, Ye Chen collected the true fire.

"No, not bad, hehe." Xiong Er took the mace and couldn't wait to drop blood on the mace.

Soon, the blood was absorbed.

Then, the mace trembled.

"Big, become bigger." Xiong Er became the master. With a thought, the mace instantly became huge, so it was thicker than a tree and taller than a human, and the overall feeling was heavy.

"If this is a hit, few people can stand it!" Ye Chen touched his chin and thought to himself that the mace was fierce.

On the side, Xiong Er had already put away the mace and was in a good mood. He patted Ye Chen on the shoulder and said, "My master, I'm in a good mood today, please give you a drink."

Ye Chen glanced at Xiong Er, "Don't you want to give money anymore?"

"You and I hit it off at first sight, and talking about money hurts our relationship."

"Damn it."

Unexpectedly, Xiong Er hugged Ye Chen's neck and shook his eyes, "You are really angry, do you want to have a big fuss with me?"

"Give money." Ye Chen's face turned dark.

"Do you lack snow magnolia?" Xiong Er winked again and tried to make eyes.

Upon hearing this, Ye Chen raised his eyebrows.

He underestimated this little fat man, monkey spirit, and knew that he had real fire, and he must have known that he was refining jade spirit liquid. He also knew that Ye Chen lacked the only thing he lacked in the jade spirit liquid.

"The elder who guards Lingcao Garden is my uncle." Xiong Er's words made Ye Chen's eyes lit up.
Chapter completed!