Awakening the Eternal Heaven-Swallowing Art

One hundred and thirty-five thousand, one hundred and forty-five thousand, one hundred and fifty-five thousand...

Not long after, Ling Yun's spiritual power surged to 185,000.

Buzz!

The entire sea of ​​consciousness shook, and Ling Yun sensed that his cultivation bottleneck was broken.

Advance your cultivation.

As he expected, he did not become the King of Martial Arts, but was promoted to the tenth level of the Martial Arts Master.

One hundred and eighty-five thousand spiritual powers.

This means that Ling Yun can unleash a huge force of 1.85 million kilograms with just one punch without using any martial arts.

If he were to fight Murong Chun again, he would be able to crush Murong Chun even if he didn't target Murong Chun's flaws.

If he meets a ninth-level Martial King, he can definitely explode in an instant.

And the power of the thunder tribulation has not been exhausted yet.

His spiritual power is still improving crazily.

Dongjiang City.

When Ling Yun was practicing in Jishi Pavilion, the discussion caused by him became more and more heated.

At the gate of the city, there were two people sitting in a teahouse.

If Ling Yun were here, he would recognize one of them as Shen Lang from Longya Tower.

The person opposite him was not a white-robed inspector, but an old man with gray hair.

Hearing the discussion in his ears, Shen Lang was a little dumbfounded: "I didn't expect that this kid Ling Yun could achieve such a great reputation in just three months."

He really didn't expect that Ling Yun would have such a good fortune.

Three months ago, although he was optimistic about Ling Yun, he only felt that Ling Yun was a genius with potential and might become a strong man in the future.

Unexpectedly, there was no need to wait until the future. In just three months, Ling Yun would be known as the "Young Martial Sect".

Today's Ling Yun, I'm afraid even he has to look up to him.

Although his strength is equally extraordinary and he has the power to kill enemies across levels, he can only fight with King Wu at most.

If you meet any Wu Zong at random, they can slap him to death.

The gray-haired old man next to him flashed his eyes and said nothing.

"Mr. Ren, do you think this is just like what someone said? In fact, this is a conspiracy. It was someone else who really killed Ling Hai and blew up Murong Chun. Ling Yun was just a puppet pushed in front of the stage?"

Shen Lang looked at the gray-haired old man and said.

There is no doubt that this gray-haired old man is also from Longya Tower.

The gray-haired old man had a much higher status than him. He was the elder of Longya Tower.

Hearing what Shen Lang said, Mr. Ren smiled coldly: "Are you treating Situ Huo and Murong Tong as idiots?

If Ling Yun was just a puppet, would Situ Huo be scared away, or would Murong Tong choose to surrender? "

Shen Lang sneered, scratched his head and said: "I just think this thing is too bizarre, like a dream. After all, when I saw that kid three months ago, he was just a little warrior."

"That only proves that this kid's palace is extremely deep. I'm afraid what you saw was just an illusion. Maybe he was a martial artist at that time."

Ren Lao hummed: "Besides, we have already found out that this boy got the meteorite treasure in Xitang City. This meteorite treasure is bound to contain extraordinary blessings, which will transform his strength."

"It seems that I really underestimated this kid before."

Shen Lang sighed.

"If you hadn't made a mistake in your judgment and seriously underestimated this boy's potential, why would I, an old man like me, have come here in such a hurry?"

Mr. Ren said dissatisfiedly: "This time, no matter what, we must drag this kid into the Dragon Tooth Tower."

"Mr. Ren, what do you think this boy's strength has reached?"

Shen Lang asked curiously.

"Since he is a young martial arts master, he must be on par with the martial arts masters."

Ren Laodao.

"How do you think he compares to you?"

Shen Lang continued.

Hearing this, Mr. Ren was stunned, and then laughed at himself: "If it were back then, I might have been qualified to weigh his worth, but now, I can only show off my seniority."

Seeing that Mr. Ren was in a low mood, Shen Lang suddenly thought of something and said angrily: "Mr. Ren, if Ling Yuan hadn't hit you hard back then and left huge hidden dangers, why would you have been retreating in strength for so many years?"

Twenty years ago, Mr. Ren was the one who could challenge Ling Yuan.

But that same year, Mr. Ren was severely injured by Ling Yuan. Ling Yuan was extremely evil and hurt Mr. Ren's life and soul, so that Mr. Ren's vitality was severely damaged and he has not been able to recover to this day.

"This is my own lack of strength. How can I blame others."

Even so, there was still a hint of sadness in Mr. Ren's eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to sense something and suddenly turned his head to look towards the city gate.

In the crowd, a group of people appeared.

The person in the middle of this group of people is an old farmer wearing linen clothes.

However, even if you don't look at the crowd surrounding the old farmer, just looking at his appearance, you can tell that he is extraordinary.

Although he has white hair, his skin is shiny and rosy, and his eyes are bright and lively, like the eyes of a tiger.

Behind the old man, following closely, was a tall middle-aged man with bronze complexion.

This middle-aged man has an extremely strong aura, and he is clearly a strong man from the martial arts sect.

When this group of people appeared, other people around them also sensed something unusual and subconsciously moved away to make way for a wide road.

"Mr. Ren?"

Sensing something strange about Mr. Ren, Shen Lang also quickly looked toward the city gate.

In an instant, his eyes fell on the old farmer.

Shen Lang was immediately shocked: "It's Ling..."

Before he could say anything, Mr. Ren quickly pressed his head down and said with spiritual power: "Silence."

Ling Yuan and the others would not pay attention to a small teahouse at all, and soon passed them by.

It wasn't until they were far away that Shen Lang couldn't help but say: "Mr. Ren, it's that old guy."

"I know."

Mr. Ren said unhappily.

That man changed his life, even if he turned into ashes, he would still recognize him.

"Why did he come to Dongjiang City?"

Then, Shen Lang frowned.

Mr. Ren also had a look of doubt on his face.

After a while, he seemed to think of something: "Could it be..."

At the same time, Shen Lang had already exclaimed in a low voice: "No, Ling Yun killed Ling Hai, could it be that Ling Yuan came to avenge Ling Hai?"

If so, Ling Yun's situation would be extremely dangerous.

Although Ling Hai is famous, he is just a junior compared to Ling Yuan.

Mr. Ren's expression also became solemn.

He Mansion.

He Sheng is practicing calligraphy.

Calligraphy is his only hobby besides practicing.

His words are full of dragons and phoenixes, and contain powerful artistic conception.

Suddenly, the brush in his hand suddenly stopped.

A chill that penetrated deep into his bones surged into his heart without warning.

He turned his head suddenly and looked outside the door: "Who?"

Squeak!

The door opened automatically without wind.

After opening, two figures appeared in He Sheng's vision.

The first of the two figures was a tall middle-aged man, followed by an old farmer.

"He Sheng, I haven't seen you for a few years. I hope you are well."

The tall man grinned.

"Ling Xiong?"

He Sheng's pupils shrank slightly.

But then he thought of something and stared at the old farmer behind Ling Xiong.

At this time, the old farmer sighed: "The little boy in the past has become the elder of Dongzhou Wu Academy in the blink of an eye. The world has changed so much, which makes people sigh."