C417 (1/2)

The ancestor of bronze has not spoken for a long time. I didn't expect that he would appear now.

”This is a wasteland.” Fang Chen said simply.

With a smile, the bronze ancestor immediately said, ”although there is a bit of rubbish here, the soul power here can make my residual thoughts recover a little.”

Hearing the words of the bronze ancestor, Fang Chen was also stunned and immediately showed a smile on his face.

It's good to be able to leave a trace of remnant thoughts after the fall of the bronze ancestor for thousands of years. However, it will be weakened after a long time.

However, when he saw the soul sea, the bronze ancestor was very excited. Although it was very rubbish for him at the peak period, it was very helpful for his present remnant thoughts.

”Boy, try to get deeper.” Said the bronze ancestor.

Fang Chen nodded, and then continued to go deep. As he went deeper, Fang Chen found that the resistance in the soul sea was increasing, and his soul also felt a burst of pain.

At a certain moment, Fang Chen stopped, his soul has reached the limit, in the unable to move forward, if in advance, the soul can not hold.

”The soul power here is still a little thin.” The bronze ancestor complained.

Fang Chen is also helpless, can only as soon as possible in the soul sea, so that the soul to orange level, and then can again in-depth.

Just after Fang Chen entered the soul sea and before the soul sea, several martial artists came. The first one was a martial artist in the middle of the Ningzhen state. His name was he Yang, ranking the 30th among the registered disciples. He was originally practicing. Meng ran called him here.

”Who hurt you?” He Yang asked.

”Even if he is, elder brother he will avenge me.” Meng ran said angrily in the heart.

”Hum, just a new person, dare to bully you, really want to die.” He Yang stares at Fang Chen, in the eye Mou, revealed a trace of kill intention.

They waited here. After about a quarter of an hour, Fang Chen finally came out.

Seeing Meng ran, Fang Chen realized something, but there was no fear on his face.

”You hurt Meng ran.” He Yang asked.

”Otherwise?” Fang Chen asked.

”Boy, you have a hard mouth.” He Yang sneered.

”My mouth matches my strength.” Fang Chen did not give in at all, said.

”Well, well, I'll see what you can do.” He Yang's voice just fell, suddenly a wild breath, instantly straight into the sky, the next moment he Yang launched a fierce attack on Fang Chen.

Just as Fang Chen was about to suppress He Yang, a little mouse suddenly appeared on Fang Chen's shoulder. Before Fang Chen, he jumped in front of him. A faint purple halo appeared on his paw, and then he Yang was directly attacked.

Click

He Yang saw a small mouse attack, sneer, fist to the small mouse.

However, a surprise happened. The little mouse was boxed by He Yang. Instead of being blown away, he Yang let out a miserable cry.

Bang Bang Bang

He Yang's body constantly retreated. When he stabilized his body, he was surprised to find that there was blood on his fist, and the pain of tearing heart and lung came.

”Damn it...”

He Yang looked at his fist and hair. He was very angry. He was hurt by a little mouse. He felt very ashamed.

At this time, Fang Chen didn't notice the angry he Yang at all. His eyes focused on the little mouse, because he found that the little mouse was promoted unconsciously.

”Ning Zhen Jing?” Fang Chen thought to himself.

At this time the little mouse, the whole body exudes a terrible breath, Fang Chen can clearly feel that the small mouse has become different from before.

Whoa

The little mouse saw he Yang attack again, opened his mouth directly, and bit him on top of his fist. With a click, he Yang's fist was actually bitten off by the little mouse.

Are you kidding? Tianwai meteorite can be broken. What is a fist?

Ah

Sad cry, from He Yang's mouth, he looked at the mouse in horror, as if looking at a monster.

Several registered disciples who followed him were also completely confused. Where did this little mouse come from? Why his teeth were so hard that he Yang's fist could be broken.

”A monster at the level of Ning Zhen Jing.” Several registered disciples trembled in their hearts and said to themselves.