I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

As soon as Ye Chongren finished speaking, Dian Jiuzhi knew that the source pattern they had collected with great difficulty suddenly left the body and flew into Ye Chongren's hands as if it had its own consciousness.

Wu Ming reached out to grab it, but the source pattern moved away even faster and could not be stopped at all.

"Damn it... What on earth did you do?" Wu Ming's eyes were red, and he wished he could eat Ye Chongren alive.

These were all things they had fought so hard to snatch from the ferocious beasts, but now they were taken away by Ye Chongren for nothing.

This black worker...

Huang Jingtian felt much more balanced when he saw this.

Although we are in the same camp, it is better than getting nothing.

Hundreds of source patterns condensed in his palm, and Ye Chongren accepted them.

The following is the same recipe and the same operation.

Ye Chongren smiled and said, "A friend came from afar. He hit him with a brick, hit him in the face, hit him as hard as he could, and then he kept hitting him..."

As Ye Chongren spoke, a huge red brick suddenly condensed on the ground, as big as Huang Jingtian's head.

Several people looked horrified at the same time.

"What do you mean..." Ye Lingfei was extremely frightened. I'm one of you, there's no need for that!

boom!

"what……"

Boom!

"Ah...ah..."

Several people screamed as the sound of bricks continued to break.

However, Ye Lingfei was not the target this time.

Spared.

"Give it to you. This should be enough for you now, right?" Ye Chongren asked.

Ye Lingfei looked at the miserable state of several people. Their heads were bleeding, and the stubborn ones had swollen like pig heads.

While I was terrified, I was also very grateful that I had joined Honghuang City first.

He was somewhat unhappy when a soul mark was planted on him before. After all, once a soul mark was planted on him, his life and death were no longer in his own hands.

Now it seems that it is better to have your life and death in Ye Chongren's hands. He will still care about your life and death. Otherwise, it will be like Huang Jingtian and the other two. Although your life and death are in your own hands, the way you die is in Ye Chongren's hands.

"These are more than enough. Not only that, but they can also be exchanged for a lot of resources for cultivation." Ye Lingfei accepted all the source patterns and looked up and asked, "What are you going to do next?"

Ye Chongren thought for a moment and said, "Since I have enough source patterns, I don't need these things. I am more interested in the origin of domination.

We'll meet at the temple then. Just carry out your tasks normally. I'll contact you if anything else comes up!"

Ye Lingfei nodded, looked behind him, and asked, "What about them? Do you want to..."

Ye Lingfei made a wiping gesture on his neck with his hand.

"You... your brain really can't compare to Ye Lingyun's." Ye Chongren said speechlessly: "If I really wanted to kill them, why would I put on such a show? Wouldn't it be better to just kill them and take the source pattern directly?"

"Let's go!" Ye Chongren rolled his eyes at him, turned around and left, saying, "I should be in the core area."

The next moment, the figure suddenly disappeared.

Ye Lingfei scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Should I get hurt too?" Ye Lingfei remembered that when he dealt with Huang Jingtian before, he got hurt because he was acting out the whole scene. It should be the same now.

As he thought about it, he hit himself on the forehead and then lay down on the ground.

If Ye Chongren saw this scene, he would definitely say that he was stupid.

"Is this the core area?" Ye Chongren stood in a place separated by a light curtain. Inside was an ancient purple-black towering temple that looked very majestic and domineering.

He walked in, and with every step he took, the myriad source patterns in his body vibrated, as if he was extremely excited.

"Damn it, my Wandaoyuan Monument is original and exclusive. How could something make him so excited?" Ye Chongren cursed inwardly, as if the child he had raised with great effort was calling someone else "Dad" one day.

In the outside world, the Half-Step Lord was still watching, his heart pounding.

He had just finished dealing with the seal and his injuries had obviously not recovered yet, and his breath was a little weak.