The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Late at night, Xia Miaoyu had left. Ning Chen sat in the tent and began to practice. Suddenly, on his chest, a trace of blood stained gold paper flew out, blooming with a dazzling golden light. At the next moment, the gold paper turned into streamer and disappeared into the atmosphere of Dantian. He was still in the cyclone of real gas condensation, and never moved again.

The sudden change startles Ning Chen. He tries to stimulate Qi, but he can't force out the golden paper. However, he explores his body and finds that it's no different. After that, he can only temporarily suppress his worries.

When Ning Chen was preparing to continue his cultivation, he found that the silver lettering flew out of the golden paper, and immediately followed the Qi in the meridians. After a week, it disappeared quietly.

At the next moment, Ning Chen had many illusory images in his mind. It was the cultivation method of most of the remaining words on the golden paper.

"What's this?"

Ning Chen's face suddenly became very ugly. This kind of skill was too strict, and there was no need to practice.

For most of the paper, the recorded words are just a move. After using up, the body is exhausted and there is no life or death.

"It's really just a way to strengthen one's health"

Ning Chen has no choice but to smile bitterly. The small part of the text in front only records the method of true Qi cultivation. It's hard to understand the rest of the text, but he still can't use it.

When mu Chengxue gave him this skill, he didn't expect it.

Whether to practice or not is the only question in front of him.

In fact, he has nothing to consider, because in addition, he will not practice any other moves.

No matter what kind of skill, mental skill and moves are complementary to each other. Only cultivating true Qi can increase the quality of true Qi.

Moves need the help of real Qi. When practicing, the promotion of real Qi can't be ignored. Most of the time, martial arts practitioners will only practice moves and don't pay much attention to the cultivation of gravity method, because the operation method of most moves will help to condense real Qi.

There are not many such near pure mental arts as those on gold paper.

"Practice"

with a sigh, Ning Chen immediately closed his eyes and began to practice this pure "play with life" move according to the illusory image in his brain.

He knew that if he was forced to use this move one day, life or death might not be the first thing.

A moment later, in the tent, the faint silver light loomed, Ning Chen's whole body, pieces of frost condensation, floated down from the air, after falling on the ground, quietly disappeared.

At the same time, both the sword offering and Xia Miaoyu feel excited and open their eyes to see Ning Chen's tent.

"It seems that I don't know anything else," Xia Miaoyu said in a soft voice.

The fluctuation of true Qi should not be owned by a new person of martial arts first grade. Although it does not pose a threat to her, it is beyond the range of ordinary martial arts second grade or even third grade.

"To break through" a moment later, the sword worships in the eyes of the old flash a fine awn, hoarse way.

Sure enough, the words sound square falls, Ning Chen is in of tent outside, the spirit madly gathers, such as tide influx among them.

"What a big movement"

at this moment, many experts in the imperial guards also noticed it, and they all looked in the direction of aura surging. Watching this movement, it was almost the same as the fluctuation when the top three broke through.

"Well, I'll help him once"

Xia Miaoyu's face was slightly solidified. With a wave of her slender hand, a vast Zhenyuan flew out and swept straight to Ning Chen's tent.

Almost at the same time, the direction of the sword worship, a sword gas flew out, also did not enter Ning Chen's tent.

Two strong men at the peak of the day after tomorrow, Zhenyuan is as vast as the sea. They just turn the frantic aura of heaven and earth into a clear stream and get involved in ningchen's body. After a moment, the chaos stops and calms down again.

The painful expression on Ning Chen's face also gradually fades away, the cultivation finally stabilizes to the second grade the day after tomorrow.

The realm is stable. Ning Chen wants to calm the whole body. At this time, a steady footstep comes from the distance of the earth.

The sword worship and Xia Miaoyu's expression are all congealed, stepping out of the tent step by step, and looking at the figure slowly coming to the distance.

The imperial guards on the scene also felt the unparalleled breath of martial arts and looked at the comers with dignified look.

In the night, I was dressed in purple and hunting in the wind. I was indifferent and steady. Although I was young, I had a great master's demeanor, which made everyone feel the strong oppression.

, as like as two peas, is a face of a man who has never seen a soul. He has met a man in his youth, almost the same as the breath of his eyes.

Come to stop, the whole body breath swing open, look indifferent.

"Next, Jun Shaoqing!"

In a light tone, he said the most amazing name. The son of Yongye God, the first person of the young generation, was born almost invincible.

At the end of the day, he was not sure that he could stop the people in front of him.

"Hand in the birth papers, I'll let you go"Jun Shaoqing swept around and finally focused on Xia Miaoyu. He just felt a breath of life for a moment. If he wasn't close, he almost ignored the past.

"I don't have your so-called volume of life, you've got the wrong person," Xia Miaoyu said. Her eyes were cold and she said.

"That would offend"

Jun Shaoqing stopped arguing, moved his foot, disappeared from where he was, and put his right hand to the woman in front of him.

In the "Shua" crisis, a sword light was horizontal in front of them. The sword was worshipped, and the ancient sword came out of its sheath. It drew an amazing rainbow light to block the steps of the son of God.

Jun Shaoqing's brow wrinkled, and his body flashed over several shadows, avoiding the light of the sword. He waved his left sleeve at will, and his palm swept toward the sword. At the same moment, his steps did not stop, and his right hand continued to explore Xia Miaoyu.

"Hum" Xia Miaoyu is not afraid. He swipes with his slender hands and hisses in the air. With the same palm, he greets Jun Shaoqing.

"Bang"

two palms fight, crazy haze fury roll, two people's feet, the earth cracking, sand flying, shocking power, shocking everyone's heart.

On the other side, the sword worshiper took another palm power, stepped back, blood in his body was churning, and his eyes were more dignified.

In the distance, Ning Chen has already restrained his true Qi. He is the only one on the scene who knows what the volume of life is. However, his identity is too inconspicuous, and no one will doubt him.

However, what he didn't expect was that the skill mu Chengxue gave him would attract other people's attention. What's more, no one could feel the breath of this skill.

"Yongye god religion"

Ning Chen looks dignified. He has heard the name of Jun Shaoqing, who is not strange in the whole summer. The son of Yongye God, the strongest son of God for thousands of years, is only more than 20 years old, but he has already met the barrier of congenital, and is known as the most likely person to enter the congenital world.

For this trip, he learned a lot about the world's strong people from Qingling. Jun Shaoqing is one of them.

At that time, Qingling specially told him that if you meet Jun Shaoqing, you have only one word to escape, even if you know you can't escape.

The strongest people in the world are not just talking about them.

The son of God seldom goes out of the temple, but every time he appears, he leaves a record that shocked the world.

The strong who have never been defeated are always respected. Even the people of the eternal night God sect regard many young people in Daxia as their lifelong pursuit.

In the battlefield, ten moves have passed in the blink of an eye, and hundreds of feet have been swept away. Jun Shaoqing is one to two, but he is still not defeated. He starts to move, and the vast Qi suppresses everything.

Xia Miaoyu and sword worship are not ordinary people, especially Xia Miaoyu, with a pair of slender hands. He is ruthless and ruthless in his moves, and his moves are compelling.

Around the three people, the earth is broken, the face is scarred, and the powerful destructive force involves everything around them.

Seeing the princess's hand, the leader of the forbidden army worried about the loss and came forward with the seven strong men to intervene in the battle.

"No"

as soon as the expression of sword worship changed, it was too late.

"Stupid"

Jun Shaoqing snorted coldly, his eyebrows turned red, and his hands moved heaven and earth to change. Thunder covered all sides. In the fierce wind and haze, the seven strong men and the leader of the Imperial Army snorted and flew out.

"Dark thunder"

it's a world shaking move to change the astronomical phenomena and shake the world, breaking the limits of human cognition. However, in the hands of the son of God, the thunder is rolling, shaking the world and tearing up the space.

"One feather of Feihong, one sword of heaven and earth"

in the face of destruction, the sword worships the whole God, moves Feihong, and turns thousands of sword shadows into one move, one feather mercilessly plunders the son of God.

On the other side, Xia Miaoyu's whole body is at its peak, and the real Qi is surging. The air temperature suddenly drops, and the snowflakes float away, just like winter.

"Bang"

but seeing the three people's extreme moves collide, everything seems to explode, the space is crazy twisted, the sand is furious, the waves are raging, the eyes can't see, and the frightening scene is like the end of heaven and earth.

In the distance, Ning Chen was shocked by the incomparable astonishment, and his mind was instantly destroyed.

"Manpower, how can it reach such a level!"

The unspeakable shock made him completely change his view on cultivation. It turned out that he always thought that Wu Dao was so powerful and dazzling that people couldn't move their eyes.

"Er"

the wild sand dispersed, and the three men separated on one side of the battlefield. A moment later, a mouthful of scarlet rose vomited from the sword, and the blood stained the wasteland.

Xia Miaoyu's real Qi vibrates in his body, and a touch of blood overflows from the corner of his mouth. It's obvious that he has been hurt a lot.

In front of them, Jun Shaoqing's clothes are a little messy, but the breath of his whole body is still strong enough to make people despair. The name of the son of God is frightening.

"Hand in the volume of birth"

Jun Shaoqing stepped forward and said faintly.

The calm words were still without any threat. However, the powerful oppression hit people like a heavy hammer. Not far away, the leader of the imperial guards and the seven strong men fell into a pool of blood and gradually dispersed their last breath."Can't do" Xia Miaoyu also aroused anger, cold voice.

"Unfortunately"

with a sigh, Jun Shaoqing didn't know what he was feeling. He immediately urged Zhenli to end this meaningless battle.

At this moment, far away, a touch of evil to cold breath flashed, Jun Shaoqing's face changed, his true Qi converged, his body turned into streamer, and he swept away in the blink of an eye.

The sudden change made Xia Miaoyu and the sword worship stunned. At the next moment, Xia Miaoyu came back and said in a deep voice, "pull out the camp and start at once"

"yes"

all the people reacted and immediately started to pack up. Between the accounts, there was a flash of disappointment in the eyes of the true emissary, but they didn't dare to show their faces and bow their heads to pack up.

It's a pity that if Princess Miaoyu died in the hands of the God's son of Yongye cult, it would be the best result for Zhenji kingdom.

In this way, it can not only intensify the contradiction between Daxia and Yongye, but also give Zhenji a reason to repent.

The son of God, who has come to the Yongye cult, will come, but he didn't expect that at the last moment, the son of God will leave for no reason.

It is well known that the fortune of Daxia is so good that people are envious. However, I didn't expect that even the princess who is not my direct relative could be so lucky.

Every dynasty in the world has its own fortune. The summer is the most prosperous, the Yongye cult is the second, and the Royal Court of northern Mongolia is the third. However, no one in the world can do it except the wise and demon like commander of the Royal Court of northern Mongolia.

The fate of Daxia is always the biggest problem before the world power