Supreme Doctor Rises in the City

"What is this? Senior, your attainments are no less than those in those years. You have practiced the most basic skills to this extent. I admire you. "

Seeing that the heart destroying gun can't kill Qiu Yun, Dongfang Qingying looks a little embarrassed.

He is a third young master and a super strong man of level 6 in tianwu territory. He asked himself that he has a wide range of knowledge, but he doesn't know what the golden gun of this ability to resist his momentum is.

Haven't you seen for years that senior Qiu Yun can exert such terrible power with the second-order realm of earth martial arts?

This speculation makes Dongfang Qingying a little embarrassed.

But after all, he has extraordinary bearing and is not an ordinary person. In the twinkling of an eye, he sincerely congratulated Qiu Yun and showed some sincere admiration.

Looking at his expression, it seems that he really doesn't care who Qiu Yun is or who he pretends to be his messenger. Instead, he has something bigger to talk to him than a fake messenger.

Otherwise, how could it be said that a "false messenger" similar to him appeared. Instead of being so cruel as before, he directly caught and cut down. Instead, he kindly sent someone to invite Qiu Yun over?

Perhaps this is the illegitimate son of Dongfeng Qingying, who once studied in Yuntian college. He is not the same as other aristocratic family disciples.

Others either kill ordinary people or catch them as slave labourers instead of treating them as people.

Only the Oriental Green shadow here will respect Qiu Yun so much.

Even half a year ago, he knew that Qiu Yun was probably the wanted prisoner of Dongfang aristocratic family and the other five aristocratic families.

But Dongfang Qingying is lonely and arrogant. He doesn't care what outsiders think, and doesn't believe in the so-called people who should be robbed by the purple micro star.

His eyes could not tolerate anything except the supreme pursuit of martial arts.

Maybe Qiu Yun opposite is an exception.

"What a pity, senior, you shouldn't have come to me. Don't you know, I'm the third young master of Dongfang aristocratic family? I don't blame you for pretending to be my messenger, but I can't let you go easily. One thing, please... "

Dongfang Qingying controls the momentum a little. She doesn't want to really hurt Qiu Yun. She even puts forward cooperation.

It also showed some of his embarrassment.

The implication is that if Qiu Yun can help him, he can protect him, cover him and prevent outsiders from hurting him.

This is the best discount that Oriental Green film can give.

But unexpectedly, in the face of such good conditions, a few meters away, Qiu Yun did not readily agree or bargain, but gave a chuckle.

"If you call me a senior, it means that we still have a chance to talk before we officially die."

"Then I'll formally advise you."

"Brother, put away your golden spear. Don't always think that your six aristocratic families are invincible and you are the strongest in the world. You want to help me. I'm kind, but I can't obey. Not to mention that you and I have different positions and deep blood feuds, just say you are a golden gun? "

"It is said that this is your own unique skill, or is it a yellow grade inferior product and has growth, right?"

"You can have such attainments, not stick to the inherent skills and martial arts of the Oriental aristocratic family, and become the only person who creates your own martial arts in this generation. It can be seen that you have extraordinary potential and excellent talent."

"But you still underestimate me."

"Is it difficult? Only you can create your own martial arts, but I can't? Are you a super strong man of level 6 in tianwu territory? You can kill thousands of "waste" like me in one second, but you can't see that my move is also famous? Then I'll give you some popular science. "

"The skill is really to cultivate the" green dragon Xuangong "given to me by your second brother Dongfang Qingque, so this vitality has the color of a green dragon. But this martial art has a name. It's called purple thunder hand, which was created by my incompetent senior. "

"What is its function? It's very simple. It's designed to restrain super strong people like you. "

"We talked for a long time. Haven't you found anything unusual, younger brother?"

"Then I'll show you again!"

Facing the confident Dongfang Qingying, Qiu Yun not only didn't surrender, but laughed. The laughter startled Dongfang Qingying.

But he didn't find anything special about Qiu Yun's move. He thought it was a false move.

Dongfang Qingying smiled without anger. He took the initiative to urge the golden gun, which soared several times and turned into a huge golden gun with a length of eight meters.

With endless vitality and terror, he went towards Qiu Yun's poor finger of only half a meter.

It seems indomitable.

In fact

Jingle!

A burst of metal seemed to be severely blocked, and even some broken voices spread.

Dongfeng Qingying's face changed again, and his mouth was too surprised to close.

What did he see?

So shocked?

It turned out that at this critical moment, Qiu Yun even urged his vitality and strengthened his purple thunder hand.

The golden gun gets bigger.

The purple thunder hand is also bigger.

But the purple thunder hand is not strong enough after all. It can't be as huge as seven or eight meters, but about three meters.

But this is just a three meter finger. Unexpectedly, in the next confrontation, it resisted the huge golden gun for the second time.

Even, a strange purple gas floated from its top, which was actually swallowing and digesting the vitality of the Oriental Green shadow.

How is this possible?

This is a special martial art that the six aristocratic families have never had?

As we all know, vitality is invisible and elusive.

This senior, Qiu Yun's level is very low, but his understanding of vitality has reached the level of world shock that he has not lost to my grandfather?

I'm afraid even if Grandpa comes, he can't eat my strength so easily. How on earth does he do it?

Dongfang Qingying might as well lose another move.

He had no face to embarrass Qiu Yun, so he had to sigh.

But at this time, the huge golden spear transformed by his momentum seemed unconvinced and had to fight.

Boo, boo, boo!

The golden spear was not convinced and continued to advance. It made a sound that shook the two eighth level masters in the earth martial arts outside the tent. They were so surprised that they almost rushed in.

"Get out, get out!"

"When I met my old friend, I was a little normal. My hands itched. It's only a round or two. Is it worth your fuss? What a shame. "

Before the two men came in to destroy the scene, Dongfang Qingying drank coldly.

He didn't see him do it, but there was an atmosphere of no anger and self power, which directly transformed into a towering force, patted the two people and knocked them down thousands of kilometers outside the tent.

It's not over.

When Qiu Yun and Dongfang Qingying look at each other, they feel that they cherish each other. They each end their work and smile faintly to talk.

Outside, Dongfang shouted more and more, saying that Dongfang Green Finch came and asked his foreman Yunqiu to go back.

Qiu Yun turned pale slightly and had a bad feeling.

But Dongfang Qingying ignored it and didn't harm him. Instead, he directly shouted a warning thousands of meters away: "second brother, you shouldn't have come. This foreman, I'm Baoding! "