Chapter 452: The Woman in Green

The woman in green clothes let out a sweet laugh as clear as a bell, and looked at Ye Chunyang up and down with her charming eyes.

These are a pair of naturally charming eyes, sometimes as tender as water, sometimes as hot and enchanting, with a hint of seduction, as if you will fall deeply into them just by looking at them. Coupled with the plump and colorful beauty of this beautiful woman in green clothes, it is really fascinating and difficult to extricate oneself.

"Charm?"

Ye Chunyang recognized at a glance that this woman seemed to have done nothing, but in fact she was secretly performing magic, and her cultivation had reached the middle stage of magic, which made him feel condensed.

It's a pity that this kind of charming charm may be enough to confuse others, but it has no effect on a freak like him who has already cultivated his soul in his magic period.

Therefore, Ye Chunyang not only did not flinch away from the woman's eyes, but looked directly at her with an indifferent tone: "It seems that the three of you want to enjoy the benefits of being a fisherman, but I'm afraid you have chosen the wrong person."

The woman in green clothes was startled. This person's cultivation was clearly in the early stages of his magic power, but he was always pure and pure in the face of her own charming skills. She was greatly surprised, and her smile couldn't help but shrink a little, and it became a little colder.

"Fellow Taoist is quite confident, but we know that treasures and strength are on the same line. If the cultivation level is not enough, no matter how good the treasure is, it will become a life-seeking soul. Wouldn't it be just right for Taoist friend to exchange these three treasures for his life?"

The woman in green eyes looked at Ye Chunyang with a hint of enchantment. Her words sounded soft and crisp, and there was no hint of intimidation. However, anyone who knew her well knew that this person would not attack if she did. There may seem to be no mercy at all.

Ye Chunyang's face did not change color.

He glanced at the three people noncommittally, and finally returned to the woman, saying: "If you have two or three more people, in order to save my life, I will naturally give up the treasure, but for now, hehe..."

Ye Chunyang chuckled twice, not showing any fear of the other party.

Hearing these words, the woman in green had a look of astonishment on her face, thinking that she was hallucinating, but seeing that this person really looked calm, her heart suddenly became extremely gloomy.

The two male cultivators beside him also looked at each other, looking at Ye Chunyang with a strange look.

With the strength of their group, I am afraid that the mid-level monks with the same level as the woman in green would have to give way. I don't know if this person has a broken brain, or if he is really confident and is so arrogant.

"Senior sister, I don't think there is any need to say anything more to him. He is just a tough-tempered person. I am afraid that I am already scared to death. Let's just take the treasure away."

"That's right. If you know what's good for you, the three of us can spare your life. If you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for being ruthless."

As the two male cultivators spoke, they both stepped forward without waiting for the woman in green to nod in agreement, and enveloped Ye Chunyang with a fierce aura.

In fact, they have found out that the latter is only at the initial stage of magic power. However, they are all experienced people who can cultivate magic power. This person is so calm, maybe he really has some magic weapon to win by surprise. To be on the safe side, they It would be better for both of them to take action together.

The woman in green had a smile on her lips, but did not say anything to stop the two of them.

She didn't care about this person's life or death, she only looked at the three treasures in the floating palace, her eyes unable to hide the warmth.

Although I don’t know the function of these three treasures, I can tell from the fluctuations outside that they are extraordinary things. This monk is alone and very strange. He is probably a casual cultivator who came to the inner level by luck. The woman in green is completely unaware of it. Keep him in your eyes.

As soon as the two male cultivators stepped forward, they showed ferocious smiles. Without waiting for Ye Chunyang's reply, they separated. One took the treasure, while the other kneaded the formula and recited the incantation. With Ye Chunyang as the center, a blazing fire burned in the air.

The male cultivator who took action actually specialized in fire-attribute skills. Blessed by the earth's fire aura, his magical powers became even more powerful. In an instant, he surrounded Ye Chunyang, threatening to trap him to death.

"Fellow Taoist, if you beg for mercy now, it's still too late, otherwise we will be really merciless."

The monk who cast the spell had a serious tone and said coldly to Ye Chunyang in the fire circle.

Ye Chunyang didn't answer this person.

He raised his head without changing his expression and looked at the other male cultivator who was taking the treasure, his expression seemed to be sarcastic. Then he didn't see any movement, and his body suddenly flashed with light.

"court death!"

Seeing that Ye Chunyang seemed to be resisting, the monk who used the fire-attribute magical power felt a chill on his face and fired the magic spell in the air.

In an instant, the fire exploded, and the entire stone hall turned into a furnace. The surrounding altar tables, gravel and other objects were burned to ashes, and Ye Chunyang's figure was also twisted and burned in the firelight.

Seeing this scene, the monk's face showed a look of satisfaction.

But before his smile appeared, his face suddenly condensed, and Ye Chunyang's figure gradually dissipated in the firelight, disappearing out of thin air.

"Afterimage?" The monk's expression changed, and he felt something bad in his heart.

Just as he was about to investigate with his spiritual consciousness, there was a sudden "ah" sound, and a piece of blood mist fell from the air. A blood-stained head rolled down in front of him. The pale eyes were staring at him, and there was still a lingering emotion in them. The look of disbelief and fear before death.

"Junior brother?"

Looking at the dead head in front of him, the fire-attributed cultivator shuddered as if a cold wind was coming. The person who was beheaded was the companion who had taken the treasure earlier. How could he end up like this in just one breath?

He immediately raised his head towards the palace and saw Ye Chunyang, who had been trapped in the curtain of fire, appearing in mid-air at some point, pocketing the three magic weapons with a relaxed expression.

"Do you really think you're sure of me?"

Ye Chunyang's eyes were filled with evil. After putting the treasure into his Qiankun bag, he pressed a spell with one hand. A large gust of wind immediately spread around him. He suddenly pressed a large handprint with a width of a hundred feet towards the cultivator of the fire attribute technique.

There was a loud rumbling sound, and the entire Sanqing Hall shook wildly. The cultivator's eyes were as big as copper bells, full of horror.

He didn't have time to think about it, and opened his mouth and sprayed it, and a red jade bottle appeared.

As soon as the jade bottle appeared, it immediately sprayed a large curtain of fire, surrounding Ye Chunyang. The blazing fire temperature burned the originally solidified Heguang Tongchen Great Sword Formation and made it vibrate continuously. Dozens of flying swords turned into ashes in an instant, demonstrating its extraordinary power.

This thing is the life magic weapon of the cultivator of the fire attribute technique that has been cultivated by the true essence. As soon as it was sacrificed, it immediately emitted bursts of burning breath, which was indeed extraordinary.

The monk laughed wildly, perhaps because he was confident in his magic weapon. Then he cast a spell on the bottle. After a few muffled sounds, a wave of fire spread around.

Ye Chunyang paused in his handprint.

The monk laughed even more when he saw this scene, thinking that he had won the game: "Boy, you are so arrogant. How can you know that there are people outside the mountain? You dare to kill my junior brother? Today, I will make you die without a burial place!"

But before he finished speaking, the monk's face suddenly froze. Ye Chunyang's face flashed with a faint sarcasm. His big hand rolled back in the wind, and the fire curtain on the jade bottle seemed to be non-existent. It was penetrated alive, and then he grabbed it in the air.

With a "bang", the field was full of light, and the jade bottle magic weapon suddenly exploded and turned into powder.

The life magic weapon suddenly lost contact. The monk was horrified, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and flew back several feet away.

Seeing this, Ye Chunyang waved his hand lightly, and the big handprint condensed in the air was knocked down, knocking the man into the ground on the spot, turning him into a ball of meat paste.

The green-clothed woman was dumbfounded for a moment, and her face showed great shock, but when she saw that all three treasures had fallen into Ye Chunyang's hands, and she had also lost a fellow disciple, her expression suddenly became cold.

"I didn't expect that I underestimated you."

The green-clothed woman's face was gloomy. In a blink of an eye, two companions died. When she came to her senses, the situation had reversed. It was obvious that this young monk with an unremarkable appearance was not what he seemed on the surface, so she had to look at him again.

While speaking, she slapped her jade hand on her waist, and a large piece of purple light spread on the jade belt, and an iron umbrella appeared. After a few sharp sounds of breaking the wind, the umbrella was shining brightly, and without saying a word, it covered Ye Chunyang.

The power of the purple umbrella was not of the same level as the jade bottle of the fire-attributed cultivator just now. The spiritual power alone was many times stronger. At this moment, the light expanded and contracted, and Ye Chunyang's retreat was completely blocked.

Ye Chunyang's expression changed slightly. The green-clothed woman was superior to the two people in terms of magic weapon cultivation. He could not be careless at all. He retracted his palm and made a circle with his hands. Fire was everywhere, and a circle filled with red flames appeared.

With a "clang" sound, the two magic weapons collided in the air. The purple umbrella was spinning at a high speed, and was suddenly surrounded by the fire ring. Then the green-clothed woman was surprised to find that her purple umbrella magic weapon was actually introverted, and it was in a state of retreat.

Ye Chunyang clasped his hands again and chanted a spell. The light on the circle immediately increased, causing the purple umbrella to make a continuous "puff" burning sound, and the light became dimmer.

This ring is the magic weapon "Demon Flame Ring" obtained from the Red-clothed Old Demon. This treasure is originally a lower-level spiritual treasure. In addition, the Red-clothed Old Demon has been cultivating it for many years, and its spirituality is even more amazing. Its power is not much less than that of the Yinsha Demon Pearl.

However, after Ye Chunyang got it, he needed to refine the old demon's spiritual mark, so he couldn't use it for a long time. It was not until today that he could drive it freely. Unexpectedly, after he used it, the effect was far beyond his expectations.

"What a magic treasure, but do you think you can fight against my "Jingzhe Umbrella" with it?"

Seeing that the spirituality of the magic weapon purple umbrella was greatly weakened under the attack of the magic flame ring, the green-clothed woman was surprisingly not panicked. She sneered and cast several spells with her jade hand. Not only did the spiritual light on the purple umbrella increase sharply, but her body also rushed towards Ye Chunyang like lightning. Several white lights spread on her five fingers, and she grabbed Ye Chunyang's head. The surrounding void was torn into pieces by her sharp nails.

With a "hiss", Ye Chunyang's clothes were torn on his chest, revealing three bloodstains, extending from his left shoulder to his waist and abdomen, and blood slowly seeped out.

Ye Chunyang quickly took the hemostatic pill, silently practiced the skills to suppress the injury, and then looked up at the woman in green, his face changed drastically.

The woman had cast a spell very quickly and fiercely just now. If it weren't for his sharp spiritual perception, he would have been unable to avoid it and become a wronged soul under her claws.