"Of course." At Ye Chen's inquiry, the old man in purple smiled slightly, "I have seen a lot of real fires, but this is the first time I have seen such a golden real fire like you."

"But I don't think my true fire is very strong." Ye Chen scratched his head.

"The true fire is born from heaven and earth. If it is born with spirituality, it will naturally be suppressed by the master's cultivation. Only then can you condense the Qi realm, and your true fire can only correspond to your cultivation, and..."

Speaking of this, the old man in purple stopped for a moment and looked at Ye Chen with a deep meaning, "And your true fire has not yet awakened."

"Didn't wake up?" Ye Chen became more and more surprised as he heard it.

"I can only say that it is not an ordinary true fire, at least in my opinion, it is stronger than all the true fires I have ever seen." The old man in purple seemed to be hiding it. It would be no benefit for Ye Chen now if he said too much.

Ye Chen was still unsatisfied, but he knew how to restrain himself and did not continue to ask.

"Come on!" The old man in purple had raised his arms and raised his palms.

Ye Chen did not drag it down at all, and immediately raised his arm, and his palms were pressed against the old man in purple.

Suddenly, his mind moved, and the true fire poured out at will, pouring into the arm of the old man in purple through his palm, turning into countless ways, tightly wrapping the runes.

"Demon Blood." The eyes of the old man in purple suddenly became extremely deep when he really came into contact with Ye Chen's body.

He stared at Ye Chen, as if he could see the blood flowing from Ye Chen's body. From it, he caught a bloodthirsty, cruel and violent aura.

The old man in purple narrowed his eyes and glanced at Ye Chen in a slight way.

"How could there be demon blood in his body?" The old man in purple murmured in his heart, and he could see that Ye Chen obviously did not know that the blood of the ancient demon clan was hidden in his blood.

The doubt in my heart was interrupted by the pain on my arm.

The old man in purple retracted his thoughts from Ye Chen, focused his eyes on his arm, and was wrapped in Ye Chen's true fire. The curse seal felt a powerful threat and struggled violently.

Seeing this, the old man in purple pointed out and completely trapped the witch curse seal on his arm to prevent it from spreading to other parts of his body.

An hour passed quietly, and Ye Chen was already sweating profusely.

His true fire was still burning, but the witch and curse seal was obviously deeply rooted and could compete with the true fire. So long after, he could only burn a little bit of the curse seal.

"It's hard to get Xuangang and Xuangang!" Ye Chen wiped his sweat.

Thinking about it, he regretted that he would be less rewarded. This witch curse seal is far from comparable to the evil thoughts in Xiong Er's mace, and it cannot be refined overnight. It will take a long time to completely eliminate it.

Ye Chen was a little struggling. The old man in purple placed his palm on Ye Chen's shoulders and poured the essence into Ye Chen's body.

The essence of the body shocked Ye Chen's spirit.

"My friend only needs to refine one of the spell patterns." The old man in purple said, "The witch curse is linked by the spell patterns, and a spell pattern is refined, so I have a way to break the spell."

Um!

Ye Chen nodded, took a deep breath, and the flame of the real fire rose instantly.

Six hours later, he was exhausted for the first time and panted and took back the true fire.

At this time, looking at the old man in purple, the curse patterns on it were already chaotic, and the witch curse connected to the curse patterns became uncertain.

The old man in purple was really a great master. He pressed his fingers together and pressed them on his arm, starting from his shoulders, constantly moving downwards. The curse seal that was integrated into his arm was forced out by him.

Ye Chen did not disturb him, but gently left the small courtyard.

When he returned to the back hall again, he took out the storage bag for the old man in purple and hurriedly looked inside, and couldn't help but be shocked.

"Five...500,000." Seeing the number of the spirit stones, he couldn't help swallowing secretly.

"What a big deal!" Ye Chen's heart was thumping with a slight sigh and his tongue was thumping. It was beyond his expectation that the old man in purple would give him so many spirit stones.

Huh?

After a moment of light ejaculation, Ye Chen realized that in the storage bag, in addition to the 500,000 spirit stones, there was also a small note.

He took out the small note and Ye Chen hurriedly looked: The iron rod I gave to Xiaoyou by Tianxuan Sect, and 500,000 spirit stones were returned.

"It's indeed a person from Tianxuan Sect." Ye Chen touched his chin.

Thinking of this in his heart, he stepped out of the back hall and came to the street. He was in a good mood. The 500,000 spirit stones were back, giving him such little confidence and having money in hand, he was very at ease.

It was getting late, but there were still many pedestrians on the street, and the hawking sounds continued.

Ye Chen did not go back immediately, but instead wandered around the street, sweeping over the stalls on both sides to find the Xuangang and Xuangang he needed.

After all, he stopped in front of a vulgar old man's stall.

"Xuangang and black iron." Ye Chen had just stopped and looked at two irregular stones, one black and the other shiny. It was not big in size, only the size of an egg.

His arrival did not attract the attention of the vulgar old man. The guy was looking at the passing woman with his eyes lit up, and while looking, he showed a smile called vulgar.

Somehow, when he saw the old man for the first time, Ye Chen felt the urge to kick someone.

"Old man, I'll take the thing away when I look at it."

ah?

The old man's eyes immediately turned, coughed dryly, and calmly wiped the saliva from his mouth. His expression turned 180 degrees, and he first stroked his beard and looked like a senior master.

Ye Chen suddenly pulled the corner of his mouth and thought to himself that the old man's acting skills were really not concealed. He was looking at the beauty a second ago, but at this moment he became a senior expert. If you don't know, you think this guy is really a senior expert?

"This guy, you are a person who knows the goods at first sight. I am all treasures here, just waiting for someone who is destined to be." The old man stroked his beard with a signature sign, but his face always had a vulgar expression.

cut!

Ye Chen disagreed. He passed by so many stalls, and almost everyone said this. He was no longer surprised.

"I want this piece of black iron and Xuangang." Ye Chen pointed at the black iron and Xuangang and said without any traces.

"Hundred Thousand." The old man raised a finger directly.

"Fifty thousand." Ye Chen directly revealed the price. Isn't it enough to buy your grandma's 100,000 spirit stones directly from Chow Tai Fook? He even traveled thousands of miles to this dark market?

"I said little kid, you're so cruel to cut the price!" The wretched old man was glaring at him.

"My master taught me, I'll just stop buying things." Ye Chen looked at the vulgar old man with a harmless face.

"I..." The vulgar old man was about to get angry on the spot, but he still saved it and held it in. "Ninety thousand, no less."

"Sixty thousand."

"make a deal."

Ye Chen had to bargain with the vulgar old man, but he couldn't expect the old man to agree so readily, which caught him off guard.

"Give money, hurry up." The vulgar old man seemed to have something urgent, stuffed Xuan Tie and Xuan Gang over, and then began to clean up his stall. The guy looked panicked, as if there was something urgent.

Ye Chen was very surprised, but he still reached into the storage bag.

"Zhuge Yu, you old man, you kill thousands of swords." Before he could take out the spirit stone, Ye Chen heard a loud curse coming from afar.

I couldn't help but glance at me. Not far away, a fat old man was coming in anger.

Seeing this, Ye Chen realized that the reason why the vulgar old man in the stall owner was so anxious was that someone had settled the score with him!

Thinking of this in my heart, Ye Chen still took out the spirit stone and always had to pay for things to buy.

However, before he could hand over the spirit stone, the vulgar old man ran away with something. The speed of his escape was really not overwhelming.

"Your grandma's." After the wretched old man, the fat old man also whizzed past like a gust of wind. The already noisy street became a mess because of the two old men's fuss.

"You're leaving now?" Ye Chen coughed dryly, took out the storage bag containing the spirit stones and was still in his hand, which made him consciously stuff it into the storage bag.
Chapter completed!