The Earth Is My Dantian

"Who the hell are you?" The fairy king who lost his hand roared, struggling with all his strength, very angry and guilty.

He is the Immortal King, yet he was lifted up and unable to move, it was as if he was dealing with someone who was several levels weaker than him.

The only one who can be stronger than the Immortal King is the Emperor.

Is this unpretentious old man an emperor?

The Immortal King who lost his hand felt chills when he thought of this, no matter what, he is no match for the Immortal King.

Ye Sheng watched in the fairy garden, also fell into a kind of shock.

Isn't this old man too fierce?

"You talk too much. You don't need to talk about waste materials. The only function is to be used as wood for fire. But you are not very strong, and you are still a lot worse. I guess it is enough. You should continue to catch a few more." The old man said. Tsk mouth, looking at the fairy king with the broken hand, as if looking at a piece of goods, not very satisfied.

As soon as these words came out, the remaining immortal kings of the Chaos Race couldn't help but turn pale in shock, and hurriedly backed away, fearing that it would affect Chi Yu and themselves.

But the old man ignored it, and said that he was catching a few, so he must be caught.

Overwhelm the sky!

The old man spread out his big hand, and just grabbed it hard. In an instant, the sun, moon, stars, and everything in the universe were shrinking, turning into something in the old man's hand.

"No, run away quickly." Several fairy kings roared angrily, fearing that it would affect themselves.

But now the situation has spread to.

They usually step out in one step, and the distance between galaxies is under their feet, very fast.

But today, they continue to use their teleportation ability, but the universe is still the universe, the galaxy is still the galaxy, the fairy garden is still the fairy garden, and the old man is still the old man.

But they are no longer what they were before.

Rumble!

The old man's palms were closed, and several fairy kings were held in his hands. They didn't look majestic at all, just like humans deal with ants. Would you be shocked by the strength of ants?

The rest of the Chaos people were so frightened that they looked at each other in horror, looking at the fairy kings in the old man's hands, with complex expressions.

This is the fairy king, the emperor does not come out, and the king is respected.

But now, these kings have been completely cleaned up.

The old man didn't linger, he captured these fairy kings, and he quickly returned to the fairy garden.

"My sword is still being cast, so don't be careless." The old man muttered, rushed to the stove, and threw the immortal king with his severed hand into it.

Ahhhhh!

The Immortal King who lost his hand screamed. The flames could directly burn his body. It was unbelievable. He thought he could roll in the fire, but now that he was thrown down, he felt like he was going to die immediately.

At three quarters, a fairy king was reduced to ashes amidst the screams, leaving nothing behind.

And because the stove was supplemented with energy, the fire ignited ragingly, exceeding Ye Sheng's expectations.

Ye Sheng looked at it in surprise, could this old man be an old monster from Xianting?

"Help me look at these scraps of wood. Once the flame in the furnace is lowered, you throw one away." The old man threw the remaining few fairy kings to Ye Sheng, immersed himself in the forging, and continued Continuous beating, continuous manufacturing, and continuous conception.

Only Ye Sheng and a few fairy kings were left looking at each other.

"Ye Sheng, let me go, otherwise I will let you know what cruelty is." A fairy king glared at Ye Sheng, and said in a commanding tone. He is a fairy king, and Ye Sheng is just a fairy. This is the crushing of strength.

Snapped!

Ye Sheng didn't talk nonsense, and directly slapped him across the face.

This slap was extremely brisk and very loud. After it fell, the arrogant Immortal King was taken aback, and then he flew into a rage.

"You dare to hit me, you know I'm the fairy king, I want to kill you easily."

Snapped!

Another slap, Ye Sheng looked at him indifferently, raised his hand and said: "You are talking nonsense, slap, I don't mind if you say a few more words."

"You..." The arrogant fairy king glared at Ye Sheng, his eyes were like copper bells, filled with bloodshot eyes, his expression was ferocious,

It seems to want to swallow people.

On the other hand, Ye Sheng was very indifferent, raised his hand, slapped, and slapped the fairy king's face again.

After several consecutive slaps, the Immortal King woke up, and he realized that the times had changed.

This is no longer Chaos, nor are they what they were before.

The old man sealed the power of the Immortal King and threw it to Ye Sheng. Now that Ye Sheng is stronger than them, he really angered Ye Sheng. Now he can throw you into the stove.

Only this arrogant Immortal King thought that nothing had changed, he still reprimanded Ye Sheng, only to recover after being slapped by Ye Sheng a few times.

"Bitch, if I didn't hit you, I really thought I was pampering you. Now you are nothing like me. You are just a few pieces of waste. You really angered me. Now I will throw you into the stove." Ye Sheng sneered.

Several Immortal Kings were furious, but when they thought of the scene of the Immortal King's rapid death just now, they were inexplicably afraid.

The fairy king is also afraid of death.

In fact, the higher the cultivation base, the more afraid of death.

Otherwise, why are many peak emperors clearly capable of detachment, but refuse to live or die?

Because once detached, either success or failure, there is no third choice, it is too extreme.

Many of them have worked hard to become emperors. Once they transcend, the result of failure is that the past is in vain.

Ye Sheng looked at the stove and looked at them, feeling as if he had passed away. Just before, because he was afraid of them, he hid in the fairy garden, but who would have thought that these fairy kings would be under his gaze now, Shivering, anxious?

The situation reversed so quickly that Ye Sheng was a little confused.

He didn't look for the books in Xianting anymore, let the earth clone and the ancient god clone go, and he was looking at this mysterious old man here.

Who is this old man?

Why is it so powerful?

He is forging swords, forging what swords?

Is the artifact long sword outside the fairy court the old man's?

Is it his magic weapon, or was it cast by him?

These were all questions, which made Ye Sheng puzzled, and he could only wait until the old man stopped to explain.

Ye Sheng just watched and didn't speak.

Several fairy kings looked at each other, and they all saw the forbearance in their eyes. They had notified the masters of Chaos before that once they came, they could still be saved, and now they need forbearance.

So in this casting room, only the sound of the old man knocking, clanging, and the prototype of a long sword emerged.

There was a smile on the old man's face, obviously satisfied, and then Ye Sheng saw him start to repair the long sword, and finally threw the long sword casually.

boom!

The long sword flew out, left the Immortal Courtyard, and floated to one side, protecting the Immortal Courtyard just like the previous sword.

Ye Sheng guessed right, the artifact in front of the fairy court was forged by the old man.

"Doesn't that mean that this is another divine weapon?" Ye Sheng looked at the old man in surprise, is it so powerful? Artifacts can be cast at will.

"Adding waste materials, the fire is not strong enough." The old man continued to throw all kinds of natural materials and treasures into the stove without turning his head, frowning.

Ye Sheng immediately looked at the fairy kings, revealing a gloating smile.

The fairy kings were trembling, looking terrified, like prisoners waiting to be executed, looking at Ye Sheng pleadingly.

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