The First Cause of All Realms

Yang prison relieved his muscles and bones.

Unlike Mrs. Shi, who is pampered and pampered, Han Jing's martial arts have not regressed. He has rich fighting experience and is extremely difficult to kill quickly.

The last move was even more daring, wanting to die with him.

It's just that he didn't know that Yang Yu had the power of nine bulls and two tigers, and the bones between his chest and abdomen were like plate armor. Although he was injured, he would not be seriously injured.

It just looks shocking.

"Han Jing's sea-splitting palm spreads its inner strength, shatters bones, smashes dirt, stains blood, and breaks tendons. The adults have eaten one out of ten, but it doesn't seem to be a serious problem?"

Qin Si's white and tender palm slid down, wanting to caress the sea-splitting palm print from the front chest through the back of the heart, her expression suddenly changed, and she looked out the door.

Phew!

The damp and cold wind came through the window.

You can hear a crisp and rhythmic voice ascending the steps, followed by a calm voice:

"Are today's young people so irritable?"

"Uncle Zhao..."

Qin Si's heart was slightly relieved, she pushed and rubbed the palm print of Yang Yuhou's bruised heart, and said softly:

"Master Uncle Yuye came here at night, but has something important to do?"

The two maids stepped forward and opened the door.

The gray-bearded old man walked up the stairs with an oil-paper umbrella, walked into the house, lightly flicked his sleeves, and the moisture on his body evaporated immediately.

The mist is rising.

"This Mulin Mansion is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger."

Yang Prison raised his eyebrows.

This old man has become obsessed with age, his beard and hair are as white as an old man, his face is ruddy and delicate like a young man, his body is slender and tall, and he has the burly of a middle-aged man.

At a glance, it can be seen that this person attaches great importance to appearance, but at this time, he is a little embarrassed, his hair is a little messy, and his body has a faint **** aura.

It's not the pungent kind, but has a faint medicinal fragrance.

Unexpectedly, the medicine has already entered the bone marrow.

"All the talents in the world are in the imperial court. I really envy this old man."

The old man closed the oil-paper umbrella and looked at Yang Yu with a splendid look in his eyes:

"When you spoke, the old man was still a hundred feet away, how did you find out?"

"Blood smell."

Yang Prison also has nothing to hide:

"Your sense of smell has always been excellent. It's great to hide your breath, but the smell comes along with the wind and rain, which is very conspicuous."

The enhancement of the five senses lies in all aspects.

Although the sense of smell does not have an immediate effect on improving eyesight, at some point, it is even stronger than eyesight.

Like this time.

"Blood smell?"

The old man was slightly startled.

He does smell of blood, but this is the downtown area where the rain is pouring, so he can smell it?

This was beyond his expectations.

"Uncle Shi is so embarrassed."

Qin Si chuckled lightly, as if she was very familiar with the old man.

"Even Shishu dares to make fun of you?"

The old man glared at her angrily, sat down casually, and started eating.

"He's my uncle, Zhao Kun."

Qin Si introduced the two of them:

"This one is Yang Prison, the newly promoted Bronze Badge of the Six Gates of Qingzhou, a prison that is as powerful as a prison."

"Young hero, I have heard about it for a long time, but seeing it today is really amazing."

Zhao Kun's eating is very elegant and fast, but it doesn't prevent him from speaking.

"Zhao Kun."

Yang Yu chewed on the name, his thoughts turned a few times, and his eyes narrowed:

"Nanling Sword Sect?"

In Qingzhou, there are only two who clearly have the inheritance of superior martial arts. One is Bailongxuan, which inherits the power of the 'White Dragon Palm', and the second is the Nanling Sword Sect with the "Big Dipper Xuantian Sword".

The names of these two sects are not small, and Yang Yu has long heard of them.

"Yes, this old man is from the Nanling Sword Sect."

Zhao Kun put down the tableware and looked at Yang Prison:

"I heard that a few days ago, Your Excellency killed Bai Longxuan's Lu Wanchuan?"

"good."

Yang Prison's expression remained unchanged.

"This person is friends with bandits, so he should be killed. If he is only killed, it doesn't matter."

Zhao Kun smiled slightly, meaning inexplicable:

"But because of this, Jin Yiwei held Bai Longxuan accountable. They didn't dare to offend Jin Yiwei, but they are very likely to anger you."

"It's human nature to bully the soft and fear the hard."

Yang Prison is not surprised.

"Huh!"

The two of them said a word, and the conversation was very tasteless. Qin Si also meditated to heal Yang Prison. After drinking tea, she withdrew her palm:

"The blood stasis has dissolved, and there is no serious problem. However, your internal organs are damaged, so it is best not to do anything with others for a short time."

"Thank you Qin everyone."

Yang Prison moved his muscles and bones, and his body was much more comfortable.

"Having hit Han Jing's Sea Splitting Palm, he recovered so quickly. Master Yang's external skills are truly extraordinary."

Zhao Kun was a little surprised.

"Small effort is not worth boasting about."

Yang Yu stretched out his body and got up to say goodbye:

"The two iron boxes are temporarily placed with the Qin family. Yang will come and pick them up in a few days. Qin everyone can take one of them as a reward."

After all, Yang Yu didn't hold back, he turned around and left, not forgetting to follow Zhao Kun's oil-paper umbrella.

Called Xiao Wu, who had heard the news, and went back to the inn one after the other.

"This person's talent is really amazing..."

Looking at Yang Prison's retreating back, after a long time, Zhao Kun spoke, and as he spoke, a strange fragrance filled the whole room.

Drops of viscous but crystal blood slipped from his drooping arms and wet the floor.

But with a snap of his fingers, he knocked out the two sleepy maids who were leaning against the bed.

"You are seriously injured."

Qin Si frowned slightly, wanting to go forward to heal her.

"Let's keep this injury, as a lesson for this old man to underestimate the enemy..."

Zhao Kun's expression was gray, and his tall and straight body was slightly bent. He coughed lightly, and the corners of his mouth were covered in black blood:

"What a good Yu Fengxian, the old man underestimated her..."

"Is Yu Fengxian so tyrannical?"

Qin Si closed the door with a flick of her sleeve, took out the medicinal pill from her cuff and handed it to Zhao Kun:

"Your injury is too serious, don't fight it hard."

Zhao Kun waved his hand and didn't take it, savoring the endless pain all over his body, 'hehe' sneered:

"Who would have thought that the Zhang family's generation would be the first to comprehend the 'Invincible Tiangang'..."

"Invincible Tiangang?! Yu Fengxian actually understands Invincible Tiangang?"

Now, Qin Si was also a little surprised.

Invincible Tiangang is a secret secret technique of the royal family. It is only spread in the ten veins of the royal family. It is difficult to learn and difficult to master.

Zhang Xuanba, the king of Zhao of Xixi Prefecture, was famous all over the world with this martial art in the Liuji Mountain battlefield.

It is said that after him, the Zhang family has not had a second person to comprehend the secret door for decades.

"If she hadn't understood the Invincible Heavenly Gang, how could she have retreated under me, Yu Lingxian, Duan Fei, Yulong Sanren, Wang Jianhao, and An Pingfei?"

There is deep fear in Zhao Kun's eyes:

"If she doesn't die prematurely, and she can successfully obtain a Dao Fruit that fits her, at least 70% may become a Martial Sage!"

"Seventy percent?"

Qin Si has a heart in her heart.

Martial Saint has become extraordinary. Before the ancient years, the existence of this series has been called the land fairy, and it is the existence that the emperor must fear.

Even in this world, he is a very important person.

But the difficulty of the Martial Saint is beyond imagination. In the three thousand years since the Qin Dynasty, there are only dozens of Martial Saints with clear records.

And this is because since modern times, the threshold that cuts off the road of heaven and man has been constantly loosening.

70% is already very high.

"Yu Fengxian shines brightly this time, and there will always be people watching her. However, people like her have a lot of vigor and might not be able to turn bad luck into good luck.

Our top priority is to find the 'golden body' of our master! "

Zhao Kun coughed lightly:

"As long as she finds it, what if she realizes the undefeated Tiangang? How invincible was Henry Zhang back then, didn't he also fall under the sword of the master?"

"Shut up."

Qin Si's complexion changed slightly: "A few days ago, Xiaoying stole into the case and was not captured by the Qin brothers. Liufangmen and Jinyiwei are probably already tracking me down..."

"Since you know, why do you want to contact Yang Prison? He is the head of the six-door bronze medal. Although no one knows your identity except me, you should know what the consequences will be if you reveal your identity!"

Zhao Kun looked at it coldly:

"You came to the Autumn Wind Tower to subdue the will of the "Seven Love Goddess" in the "Heavenly Girl" Dao Fruit, but don't fall into the love of men and women!"

"He's nice and likeable, but I..."

Qin Si folded her temples, her voice was ethereal, and her voice transmission was secret, only Zhao Kun could hear:

"His body seems to have the aura of the master!"

"what?!"

Zhao Kun stood up abruptly, but it seemed to affect the injury, and black blood poured out from his mouth, but he couldn't care about it, his reddish eyes stared at Qin Si:

"Is this true?!"

Qin Si nodded slightly:

"I still need to confirm, but most of them are true."

"If that's the case, if that's the case..."

Zhao Kun's expression was agitated, his voice suddenly restrained, and his heart thumped: "That kid has such a good sense of smell, shouldn't his hearing be so good?"

"Shouldn't it be?"

He looked at Qin Si, but the latter opened the door and drove him out:

"It's late at night, I'm going to sleep."

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wow la la~

In the pouring night rain~www.novelmt.com~ Yang Yu walked slowly with an umbrella and walked steadily.

He closed his eyes slightly, his five senses were closed one after another, and only his hearing was pushed to the limit.

At this moment, all kinds of voices from heaven and earth rumbled in his ears, becoming incomparably clear, and enduring the harsh pain, he rejected the other voices one by one.

All my attention was on the small building in the sea of ​​peony flowers.

It is true that Zhao Kun belongs to the Nanling Sword Sect, but he does not believe that Qin Si is also a Nanling Sword Sect!

Famous sects, the most important face, no matter what the reason, it is impossible to go deep into the brothel as a prostitute, even if it is only on the surface, it is impossible!

"Huh!"

I don't know how long it took, Yang Yu's body trembled, and his steady pace was scattered for a moment.

"Master Yang, this is you?"

Xiao Wu noticed this and looked at him in surprise, a little sour:

"Is everyone Qin's body very soft and moist?"

"Are you lustful?"

Yang Yu calmed down, glared at him, and left with an umbrella.

The latter reluctantly glanced at the sea of ​​peony flowers in the distance, and quickly followed.

"Huh!"

Under the oil-paper umbrella, Yang Yu's eyes flickered slightly.

On the thunderstorm night, the noise was too loud, and he couldn't hear the words inside the house. After all, they were far apart, but from the scattered words he heard, he had already guessed the identities of the two!

Jade Dragon View!