Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan felt anxious in his heart. What a normal thing for an ordinary person is a luxury for him.

For thirty years Great Grandmaster, I don’t know who I am in my dream.

Now that I finally found myself, I can finally go home.

Yang Qingxuan’s eyes are a bit sore, looking at the dilapidated gate and the broken low wall, his steps stopped.

The original cold and cheerless home seems to have customers, and there seems to be some dispute.

“Master…grandfather…”

Yang Qingxuan’s heart tightened, he called out, and then pushed the door in.

In addition to Yang Qingxuan’s grandfather, there is also a middle-aged man and a 14-five-year-old girl.

The middle-aged man is extraordinary in appearance, not irritable and pretentious, and has a long-standing high-ranking breath all over his body.

The girl has apricot eyes and peach cheeks, wearing a pink shirt, and the green silk is scattered like a waterfall. In the beauty, she adds some youngest daughter’s charm.

The two of them are dignitaries at first sight, and their grandfather is simple, although the skeleton is tough, but very thin, standing in one corner looks a little rickety.

Yang Qingxuan was stunned, and couldn’t think of how powerful people would come over in this small ruined house. And that young girl was extremely beautiful, although not as celestial as Wu Qiyue, but she was also very beautiful and gave him a sense of familiarity.

“Are you…Su Ying?”

Yang Qingxuan finally found out the girl’s information in his memory. She was actually Su, one of the four major beauties of the Academy with Wu Qiyue. cherry!

“You fool dare to come back! Hooligan! Dead hooligan!”

When Su Ying saw him, her cheeks flushed and she scolded in shame.

The eyes of the middle-aged man and Yang Zhao also looked over, and the two of them couldn’t help but froze, as if they noticed something wrong.

Yang Qingxuan can’t figure it out, thinking that this girl is so rude, so she coldly said: “I have never played a hooligan to you, nor have I taken advantage of you. If you talk nonsense, I don’t mind really doing something to you.”

After that, his gaze was unscrupulously enjoying Su Ying.

Yang Qingxuan never pretends to be a gentleman, on the contrary, he is the kind of casual and unscrupulous person. If there is an innocent beauty who scolds him as a hooligan, he doesn’t mind being a hooligan once and feast his eyes.

Su Ying was taken aback by his flowy eyes, embarrassed and furious, and said furiously: “Wow, you really want to think about me, how can I forgive you!” When silhouette shook, he bullied himself and patted it with a light palm.

Yang Qingxuan only smelled a fragrant scent, and suddenly felt a little bit disheartened. It was slightly different from Wu Qiyue’s clear and cold fragrance, but each had spring and autumn.

Suddenly, I was slightly surprised, and cursed myself at this time, why I still think about this. Su Ying’s palm seems soft, but in fact it is extremely powerful. The formidable power is still above Zuo Feng’s “Earth Collapse Fist”! He didn’t dare to hold it big, and together with his energy, he drew the dragon palm to meet him!

“Stop it!”

Middle-aged man and Yang Zhao shouted at the same time, but their expressions are completely different. The middle-aged man is majestic and angry, and Yang Zhao is worried, but next moment, the turbid eyes burst out in a flash, and the whole person is dumbfounded by excessive shock!

I saw Yang Qingxuan flowing vigorously all over his body, as if there was a dragon walking in the sky, the vigorous waves dispersed in circles, the bowls and tiles in the house were shaken “peng peng”, all The porcelain was all broken in an instant.

Su Ying is also complexion greatly changed. She was worried that she would kill the fool with her palm, but her mood turned upside down in an instant. The opponent’s palm is powerful and strong, and she knows if she touches it. wonderful.

“bang!”

Two palms struck each other, the air wave swelled, Yang Qingxuan didn’t move, but Su Ying took a few steps back and almost hit On the wall!

The middle-aged man was horrified, and said in shock: “You cultivation out of Martial Spirit?!”

Yang Zhao was also full of astonishment, then his expression was stunned and his eyes looked expectant. Looking at Yang Qingxuan, tears loomed in his eyes, and his lips trembled slightly.

Yang Qingxuan looked at his grandfather, but also felt sour. Thinking of the hard work over the years, secretly thought: “Now my two souls are one and I have truly awakened. From now on, I will never let the person I want to protect suffer.”

He wanted to tell Yang Zhao this The news was that there was an outsider at this moment, and the inconvenience was revealed, so he said: “Not yet.”

The middle-aged man froze, “Then how can you beat Ying’er with a palm? The Great Perfection of Qi Martial Realm stayed for a long time.” He saw through Yang Qingxuan’s situation at a glance.

Yang Zhao also saw it, but just muttered to himself: “Great Perfection of Qi Martial Realm, how can this be…” His tone was excited and hard to hold himself, his hands shaking fiercely.

“Dare to hurt me! I’m going to kill you!”

Su Ying came back to his senses, a white light rose from her wrists, silver light flowed down, It suddenly turned into a delicate and small crossbow, with three small arrows ready to go, sharp and cold.

Yang Qingxuan’s pupils shrank suddenly, looked at the Xiujian in shock, and said in shock: “Is this Martial Spirit?” This is the first time he has seen someone else’s Martial Spirit, with a sense of extreme The feeling of danger.

“Stop it!”

The middle-aged man and Yang Zhao drank again, and two figures flashed across the room. Yang Zhao has appeared in front of Yang Qingxuan, protecting him behind him.

The middle-aged man appeared beside Su Ying, grabbed her arm, and the sleeve arrow suddenly turned into a white light flashed and disappeared.

Yang Qingxuan was shocked and had always doubted his identity. If grandfather was just an ordinary cleaner, how could there be so much determination and perseverance to cultivate himself as a martial artist?

Just now grandfather’s ghost-like body style proves this even more, even he can’t do it!

Su Ying’s Martial Spirit was obviously suppressed by the middle-aged man, stomping and struggling: “Let go of me, let me go! He hurt me just now!”

middle-aged man shouted: “Huh was a fool! If it wasn’t for Qingxuan’s show mercy just now, you’d been beaten out!”

Under the middle-aged man’s scolding, he glanced intentionally or unintentionally Yang Zhao, a deep jealousy flashed across his eyes.

Su Ying was stunned, and cried out in disbelief: “Just rely on him? If it wasn’t my carelessness, I didn’t use Martial Spirit in time…”

“Enough!”

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Middle-aged man scolded: “Stop talking!”

Su Ying was suppressed by the coercion, she turned her head away, the pretty face was angry, and the aggrieved person was angry at the side , Stomped anxiously.

The middle-aged man looked at Yang Qingxuan for a long time before he said: “Congratulations to the Qingxuan soul restoration and reaching the tenth level of Qi Martial Realm. It is only a short distance from Qi Refinement and condensing Martial Spirit. One step away.”

Yang Qingxuan heart slightly startled, I don’t know how the other party knows that his soul is incomplete, and he smiles calmly, making the middle-aged man confused.

Yang Zhao’s face was overjoyed. He seemed to be several decades younger. After coughing a few times in excitement, he chuckled and said: “Trust Jin Wang Hongfu.”

Yang Qingxuan heart shivered with cold, the person in front of him turned out to be Su Ze, the famous king of Jin in Cangnan, and Su Ying was actually a relative of the emperor.

Su Ze said: “Old Master is serious. This is an agreement between us back then. Everything should be done. Qingxuan’s ability to restore his soul is also his own good fortune.”