Ten God Emperor

A long figure stood up slowly from the hail, and there was a faint glow in the deep black scorpion, but the look was cold like ice.

When everyone saw it, they were all horrified. When they were on the scene, two young disciples screamed: "The scams are gone!", and when they turned around, they ran out and ran out.

Although Yunxiong did not escape, he also struggled and did not dare to speak.

Only Lin Yaoyao, the delicate goose egg face showed a surprised look, crying red eyes staring at the figure standing up from the hail, gradually, tears licked her eyes, so loud, Wow, I cried out.

Yun Xi did not know how much a little girl suffered a grievance before she cried so heartbreaking.

Lin Yaoyao did not care whether the young master in front of him was a ghost or not. He directly rushed up and hugged him tightly with his hands. For fear that he would let go, the young master would be gone.

Yun Xie reached out and reached out and gently twitched her soft black hair, and could not help but feel sad.

Lin Yao buried his head in his arms, the warm tears soaked the clothes, and then he raised his head in a sigh of relief, and said with a pair of clear water-like scorpions: "Master, are you a ghost?"

Yunxi smiled softly and gently touched the rosy cheeks of the palm of his temperature: "The young master is not a ghost, and the ghost body has no temperature."

Lin Yao broke into a smile and nodded hard. "I know that the young master will come back. They don't believe it. I know that the young master will definitely come back..."

As she spoke, she cried again.

Yun Xia calmed Lin Yaoyao and projected his gaze to Yunxiong at the door. His mouth was slightly stunned, revealing a heart-rending smile.

"Seven brothers, don't come innocent!"

When he was so stunned, Yunxiong’s body could not help but tremble. He never imagined that Yunxi would wake up at this moment.

Although the two are relatives, there is nothing in private. Two years ago, Yunxi just broke through the martial arts, and the young disciples of the same family were still in the military. His light overshadowed all the people in the Cangwu City, and even the whole Xihe Yunzhou was shaken.

The cloud break at that time was a distant myth among all the young disciples of the Yun family.

Now, this myth has awakened in the way of living dead, lost two years of excellent cultivation time, will it be the invincible cloud break of that year?

He looked up and looked at the deep choppy waves in front of him. Suddenly there was an impulse to eagerly try and said: "Two years... Fourteen brothers, you finally woke up."

Yun Hun said quietly: "If I didn't wake up, isn't it possible to keep a whole body today?"

Yun Xiong heard the words, suddenly revealed embarrassed look, but the body that set the fire to burn the cloud is indeed spoken from his mouth, and there is no way to argue. The present can only explain: "The fourteenth brothers died in these two years, the family The upper and lower sides are very concerned about this. Seeing that the Tianchi Military Association will arrive, the great elders, Sun Yunmubai, also broke into the martial arts in the near future. The family agreed that it would be more appropriate for him to participate in the Tianchi Military Association."

Yun Qi still looks cold and cold: "Since I am safe and sound, then please return to the seventh brother." After he turned around and turned back, a cold face to send passengers.

Yun Xiong’s face is gloomy and uncertain.

A black disciple next to him frowned, stepped forward and took a big sigh: "I said if you are embarrassed, I didn't understand the words of the male brother. I have already broken through the white brother." When you arrive at the martial arts, if you are interested, you will teach the fire cloud, or we will grab it."

The black disciple named Yun Muqing is the younger brother of Yun Mubai. Just 16 years old this year, the strength is already a four-star warrior. Looking at the entire Cangwu City is also an excellent existence. It is inevitable that there will be some flying in the speech.

In Huayun Mainland, the Tianzhu underground is full of vitality, and cultivation of vitality is one of the ways to enhance strength, and it is also the choice of most people.

Therefore, people divide the strength of the vitality into ten levels, namely: Wuren, Wushu, Dawu Division, Lingwu Division, Wujun, Wuwang, Wuzun, Wusheng, Wudi, Wushen.

Even at the same level, the gap between the strong and the weak is very different, so each level is divided into ten stars. For example, before the cloud breaks into the Yunjiazu Market, it is a two-star martial artist.

In the Cangwu City, the Great Warrior has been able to dominate the party. As for the Lingwu Division, it is also the dominant level in the entire Xihe Yunzhou.

When the cloud breaks at the age of sixteen, he can become a martial artist. In the hearts of the people, he is expected to become a spiritual martial artist or even a military commander. Therefore, the whole cloud family was proud of it.

Yun Mubai and Yun Muqing were sent to Qingling Mountain in Yunhe, Xi'an, and they were built down the mountain a year ago. They have been practicing in the mountains all the year round. Naturally, they have never heard of the reputation of Yunche two years ago.

In the eyes of Yun Muqing, my brother is naturally the best. In front of him, this person who suddenly climbed out of the coffin, he did not look at it.

In the eyes of Yun Xiu, the chill was surging, but he faintly returned a word: "Oh?"

"Looking for death!" Yun Muqing saw that he did not put himself in his eyes, his heart raging, his fists jerked, his body shaped like a wind, and he went to the cloud.

Seeing this scene, Lin Yaoyao and Yunxiong's face are all changed.

Although Lin Yaoyao fully believes in the strength of his own young master, but after all, it is also seriously injured, and the opponent's strength is good, can not help but scream: "Young master carefully!"

Yunxiong is very curious about how the current strength of Yunxi is. After all, he can come out from the Yunjiazu Market, and it is only one person in front of him.

Yunchao stood still, and the violent wind blowing from the face blew his black hair. A pale yellow, flame-like breath slowly poured into the body with his calm breathing.

Yun Qi did not have any fancy movements, but simply went to the palm of the hand and hit the fierce fist of Yun Muqing.

"Snapped!"

The fists are touching and making a dull sound.

When Yun Muqing was on the seemingly soft palm of his hand, a fierce and fierce burning sensation hit him and he couldn't help but change his face.

How could it be that a waste man who had been lying for two years and had just climbed out of the coffin had such a fierce volatility.

"Liangyang fist!"

Yun Muqing's vitality condensed, which made him the most powerful trick he learned in Qingling Mountain, Liyang Boxing.

The power of attack that pure power can be exerted is extremely limited, so there are a variety of meta-technologies.

Just like the level of cultivation, Yuanji is also divided into six realms of heaven and earth, and the metaphysics of each realm is divided into three middle and lower.

For the description of Yuanji, a poem that has been circulated in the mainland can be summarized as follows: the yellow-ordered imperial splitting stone, the mysterious temperament, the throes of the earth, the emptiness of the heavens, the heavenly spirits, and the innate heavens.

The approximate meaning of the test sentence is that the yellow-order meta-technology is mostly melee melee skill, and it is fierce and fierce to display.

Xuanjie Yuanji's control of vitality has reached the point where the fire is pure, and the meta-techniques displayed can even change various forms, such as birds, beasts, fishes and insects, and even wind and fire.

The meta-technique above the ground level is able to shake the space, and the micro-force is extremely strong. As for the heavens and above and the congenital heavens, it has not appeared in the whole Xihe Yunzhou for nearly a hundred years.

Powerful meta-skills can bring the power of vitality to the extreme, and even the most talented people with mastery of meta-technology can even be challenged.

"Ten fingers immersed in the sea, only the hand plunged the yang, the boxing wind shook the mountain stone, and the anger broke through the sky, give me a break!"

Although Lieyang Boxing is only a yellow-scale Chinese multi-function, it has a hint of fire attribute, which is extremely rare in the yellow-order meta-technology. It is because of the fact that it has the strength of the four-star warrior, even if it has the strength of the four-star warrior. The five-star warriors are also not afraid.

The blazing flame entangled the five fingers, and as the boxing wind fell, it violently rushed to the clouds.

Yunxiong saw this scene, his eyes could not help but sink, he is also the strength of the four-star warrior, but he believes that he can never get this punch.

"It is not the grandson of the great elders. It is different to go to Qingling Mountain to practice. This is the strength of the 16-year-old. In the family, I am afraid that only Yun Mubai and the cloud rest of that year can surpass him."

"The 14th brother can take this trick..."

Many of the Yunjia disciples who stopped at the scene were very curious. The myth of that city in the past, after two years of living dead, there are still a few strengths left.

After all, cultivation is like sailing against the water. If you don’t advance, you will retreat. If you don’t have any training in the two years, it’s possible to return to the military.

The cloud rested calmly and looked at the flames of the flames that were close at hand. Except for a soft black hair that was blown and danced, the look did not fluctuate.

He is also very curious about what kind of things he got under a black stone tablet in the Tianzhuo Tomb.

Yunxi gripped the fists tightly, and a pale yellow flame totem slowly appeared on his forehead, and the pale yellow breath was like a jumping flame, constantly circling on his body.

When the flame totem appeared, he felt a warm current from the bottom to the whole body, lying in the hail, a trace of cold in the body, was also completely dispelled.

Yun Xi took a deep breath and lifted his arms. He actually caught the fierce and fierce fist.

This sudden and strange scene made everyone stunned: "He even caught the fierce fist directly!"

At this moment, the face is the most ugly, no more than the previous cloud, and he feels that his fist is like a group of muddy, can not make a little strength, but the vitality of his body, began Follow the blood of the tendons and keep flowing toward the palm of your hand.

"What kind of sorcerer are you? Let me go!"

Yun Muqing’s eyes were frightened by resentment and struggled to draw their own hands.

Yun Xing's palm was slightly forced, and a huge suction burst out. He sneered aloud: "The source of fire, the body of the body!"