battle master

Chapter 502 The storm is about to rise!

Wu Yangyu was not an indifferent person.

Especially the atmosphere in this prison hall is good enough, and I quickly got to know everyone.

For example, the master of the Prison Hall, named Gou Chen, is gentle and kind to the disciples of the Prison Hall.
For example, the burly Feng Xuanlie, the charming and handsome Dongcha, and the fat Pang San.

For another example, on that side, there was a beautiful girl with a delicate face, skin as smooth as snow, who spoke softly and whispered but liked to blush, and her name was Bai Xiaoxi.

There is also a middle-aged man with an obviously vicissitudes, a beard, and a strong man, but he is wearing a scholar-like robe, holding a book in his hand, and a middle-aged man with a full-bodied attitude. …

Everyone has their own personalities and characteristics, but no matter who they are, they all have a sincere smile on their faces.

He sincerely welcomes Wu Yangyu to join him. He doesn't seem to underestimate Wu Yangyu because of his weak strength, and he doesn't even have the haughty attitude of a king.

"Now, the other secrets in the Prison Palace are not in the Prison Palace because of the sect mission. However, I believe they will be very happy when they come back. Although your current strength is not at the king level, but with With your age and aptitude, and the foundation of hundreds of 'Daoyuan Candles', I believe that becoming the king is only a matter of time."

Undoubtedly, Feng Xuanlie was the oldest among the disciples, therefore, he played a relatively stable and leading role among the crowd.

"That's right, we heard about it from Senior Uncle Gao Han, he kept talking about a little monster that forcibly resisted all the people from the outer sect... Junior Brother, you are really tough enough .”

Dong Cha with a handsome face hooked Wu Yangyu's shoulder and said with a smile.

"Luck, it's really luck. If it wasn't for my friend being besieged, I might not have made a move. Moreover, if it wasn't for the last moment, when the time came, I really couldn't hold on."

Wu Yangyu said modestly.

of course.

In his view, this is also true.

In the end, even if he used the [God's Punishment] secret skill, he might not be able to defeat the sky. After all, the opponent was an inner disciple, and his strength was too strong. It was not something he could easily contend with now.

"Humble, too modest... We were not as strong as you back then, and the reputation of our prison house kept declining. This time you can be described as a feat. You have won a great reputation for our entire prison hall. Hehehe, but, you are so tough in battle, when Elder Sister comes back, she will probably be the first to look for you."

Pang San looked at Wu Yangyu with a smile on his face, with a completely gloating expression.

"Elder Sister?"

Wu Yangyu couldn't help feeling strange for a while.

This senior sister seems to have absolute prestige among the secret disciples. During the discussion, although everyone was joking with each other, Wu Yangyu could feel from everyone's words that everyone respected this senior sister who had never appeared before. .

And it's the kind of respect that comes from the heart.

"Elder Sister, her name is Liu Qingxuan. Although her name seems to be a weak woman, she is actually very strong. She likes to fight with people. She is also very strong. Her figure is a compliment. She is absolutely a big girl who can overwhelm the country and the city." Beauty, originally there were many people who pursued her in the entire Fighting God Sect. However, all those who pursued her were challenged by her. In the end, they were all scared of being beaten, and the number of people who pursued her was much less. .”

"Liu Qingxuan?"

From the name, Wu Yangyu really couldn't imagine that there would be a sturdy character hidden in such soft words.

"Snapped!"

The book in the painting slapped Pang San on the head angrily:

"Fatty, I'm going to kill you, talk about the senior sister here, be careful if she finds out, she will ask you to fight!"

These words sounded like a joke, but what surprised Wu Yangyu was that Pang San shrank his head as if he was really scared:
"Damn the book in the picture, don't scare me when you're free. With my strength, I'm afraid I'm no match for Senior Sister Qingxuan."

"gun?"

Wu Yangyu was slightly taken aback.

He himself is a practitioner of the Dao of the Gun, and has the understanding of the "Domain of the Gun", so he is naturally extremely sensitive to the word "gun".

"Yeah, big sister is practicing the way of the spear, hey, that's right... Junior Brother, you seem to be a practitioner of the way of the spear too. I heard from Uncle Gao Han that your marksmanship is very good. During the battle, relying on The marksmanship directly shocked the outer disciples one by one, hey, you are finished...the elder sister will definitely come to you when the time comes."

After saying this, it is obvious that he is gloating more and more.

"hey-hey……"

Wu Yangyu smiled helplessly, but she also had a lot of expectations for this Liu Qingxuan...

"The unique technique of our Prison Palace is called [Blood Prison]. Have you ever practiced it?"

Wu Yangyu had been curious about this question for a long time.

but.

As his words fell, the voices of everyone present stopped abruptly, and even their expressions began to become strange.

"[Blood Prison]... If this question is asked by the disciples of other halls, no way, we will really attack!"

Feng Xuanlie said with a wry smile on his face.

"Yeah, if you let the elder sister take action, you will definitely be beaten into a cripple."

Pang San's original smiling expression was also replaced by a wry smile.

"Junior Brother, you just came to the Prison Hall, so you probably don't know many things... The reason why the Prison Hall is weak is that there is no Son of God in our Prison Hall. During the catastrophe ten thousand years ago, the Son of God was completely This is an extremely serious disaster for our entire God of Fighting Sect. After all, without the Son of God, the Six Great Halls will also decline, especially our Prison Hall, which itself is the first of the Six Great Halls. The role of the guardian in the God of Fighting Sect! Therefore, after losing the God Son, the God of Fighting Sect immediately chose to select the God Son of the Prison Hall..."

When it came to this, the picture-in-book also interfaced and continued:

"It's a pity that the God Son of the Prison Palace has encountered unprecedented difficulties in the process of building it, and it is even impossible to create it at all. The key to this is the need to comprehend the [Blood Prison], but the comprehension of the [Blood Prison] requires self-awareness. Blood energy has extremely high attainments, and... still needs to be approved by [Blood Prison]!"

"Approval?"

Wu Yangyu's expression was slightly taken aback.

【Blood Prison】After all, it is just a cultivation method. If you want to practice it, you still need its approval?Doesn't this mean that this exercise has been psychic?
"Yes, it needs its approval, because [Blood Hell] does not use ancient scrolls to record inheritance, but exists in a space of blood energy. It is extremely difficult to comprehend it. At least, we have all tried, but we have not. Way to understand... without the protection of the [Blood Prison], the first step of the Son of God will die prematurely, so, there has never been a Son of God in our prison hall."

With everyone's explanation.

Wu Yangyu also figured it out, no wonder everyone's expressions were so weird.

This is true.

It has to be said that it is a kind of sadness that the prison hall itself cannot even comprehend its own unique skills. If it were asked by other people, it would be like a kind of ridicule.

"However, Eldest Sister seems to have a little understanding of this [Blood Prison]. If she can inherit the position of God Son of the Prison Palace, then she is qualified to lead the other five god sons. grown up."

During some exchanges, Wu Yangyu was also arranged for a residence...

Sitting cross-legged on a futon.

Wu Yangyu closed his eyes slightly.

While breathing in and out, one after another of real dragon energy slowly began to swim in the body.

Before this, after going through many battles, Wu Yangyu seemed to have no problems on the surface, but in fact, the situation inside his body was also horrific.

The tendons were broken, the flesh and blood were torn, and even the white bones showed signs of breaking and cracking.

The strength of Changkong is in the inner sect, at least it is at the level of the sixth heaven of the Wuzong class. With the opponent's attack, if it is not because of the amazing defense of Wu Yangyu's dragon scale master body, he even grew three hundred dragon scales at one time. The scales were used as a support, and when it was replaced by other things, it would have already collapsed.

After half a day.

"laugh……"

Wu Yangyu's eyes suddenly opened.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and there was a sense of pleasure all over his body.

The injury in the body has already recovered by [-]% to [-]%, and the follow-up needs to be slowly adjusted:

"As expected of the land of the sect, the vitality here is more abundant and purer than that of the outside world. It doesn't even need to be tempered too much, it can be directly swallowed and integrated into the body. If it is placed outside, my injury will , it will take at least ten days!"

the same moment.

It was because Wu Yangyu was still thinking.

At this time, the Fighting God Sect began to explode.

"What? A mere Martial Ancestor level [-]nd Heaven has become a secret disciple? Is there no one in the Prison Palace?"

"Such a person actually wants to achieve the position of secret biography. We, the inner sect, have worked hard for more than ten years or even decades, but we have not achieved it. He is only a second-level martial artist. Why?!"

"Not convinced! There must be something inside!"

"boom!"

Suddenly.

In the Fighting God Sect, a powerful power burst out, and then, the supreme mighty power was shot out, rolling up, breaking through the sky like:
"The ancestral land of the God of Fighting... what a existence, a junior, what right does he have to enjoy it!"

"Chong!"

There is sword light flying above the nine heavens, turning into a long river of sword energy, flowing continuously, and there are strong people appearing, in the looming, it seems to have made immortal sword marks:

"The ancestral land of the God of Fighting, this is the holy land that the disciples of the inner sect have to go to if they break their heads. You are a mere junior of Wu Zong, you are entitled to it, but I don't know if you are eligible to enjoy it!"

All kinds of voices turned into a huge current, and from time to time, one could see that there was a supreme killing intent rushing back and forth crazily...

(End of this chapter)