The Ultimate Martial Instructor

The sky is hazy. It's snowed for a week in a row in the Tibetan Dragon Valley. There are still many young people in the Qin family's courtyard who get up early to practice martial arts. In the young generation of Qin family, besides Qin long, there are several talented talents who have reached the level of first-class experts, but there is still a long way to go.

The third day after he came back, Ling Bo's body had gradually recovered, but he was afraid that he would not be able to use force for a while. Today, as usual, he was sitting on a bamboo chair in the courtyard, leisurely watching the younger generation practice martial arts, but different from before, he was wrapped in a mink coat.

The sun is rising. Just as Ling Bo is about to fall asleep, a servant of the Qin family suddenly steps forward.

"Ling Bo, master Qin long, he's awake."

Ling Bo suddenly opened his eyes, nodded slightly, then got up and walked towards Qin Long's room.

Qin Bantian and Qin Changfeng also gather in Qin Long's room. The ghost doctor is doing acupuncture for Qin long.

At this time, Qin long on the bed opens his eyes. His eyes are blank. Qin Xiaoli shouts him a few times, but there is no response at all. The whole person seems to have lost his soul.

The ghost doctor's brow is sometimes slightly wrinkled and sometimes confused. He has already brought out his peerless skills and injected Qin Long's head for countless times, but finally he has no choice but to shake his head.

"Master ghost doctor, how is Qin long?" Qin Xiaoli asked immediately.

"His pulse is very normal, his breath is very gentle, and even every part of his body is very normal, but I can't find out why he became like this?" The ghost doctor said with a bitter smile, this is probably the first time he has seen such a strange situation.

Qin Xiaoli immediately went up to check Qin Long's pulse. If the ghost doctor said, Qin long was very healthy.

"He is in the evil." Then Ling Bo came in from the door.

"Zhongxie?"

Except for Qin Bantian, the rest of them all looked puzzled.

Ling Bo didn't explain much. He went to Qin Long's bed with strange fingerprints in his hands, and then slowly extended to the back of Qin Long's head.

A strong momentum concussion and out, things in the room immediately disorderly fall.

Ling Bo's expression instantly ferocious, Qin Bantian see this, body flash appeared in Ling Bo's back, a strong force from his hands to Ling Bo.

With Qin's help for a long time, Ling Bo's momentum soared wildly, competing with Qin Long's terrible momentum.

"Dao Ling, please rest in peace!" All of a sudden, Ling Bo let out a roar in his mouth.

Dao Ling is the name of Ling Bo. He really belongs to Dao family.

Seeing this, Qin Changfeng and others dodged one after another. The powerful momentum made them unable to get close to within five meters.

However, Dao Ling's words didn't seem to have any effect. The two momentum chambers fought against each other, and no one wanted to let them.

"Hum!" Qin half a day cold hum, body momentum soared again, gather Ling Bo's strength, although they are both seriously injured, but still vaguely dominate.

Seeing this, Qin Changfeng's face suddenly shows a puzzled expression. His father's strength seems to have recovered a lot, much stronger than before his last serious injury.

"Since Yin people are dead, why bother Yang people? Dao Ling dares to ask ancestors to rest in peace. Otherwise, don't blame Dao Ling for destroying ancestors and cutting off Yin Road." Dao Ling said forcefully.

Sure enough, as soon as the voice fell, the momentum stabilized in an instant. Finally, under the joint efforts of Ling Bo and Qin Bantian, the momentum was completely suppressed.

Qin long opened his eyes again and looked around in a confused way.

"Grandfather, Ling Bo?" Qin Long's voice is puzzled to shout a way, then slowly did.

"What's going on?" Qin long found that he was surrounded by familiar faces, but before he could ask, he was in a coma.

"Don't worry, he's just short of Qi and blood. He'll be fine after a few days' rest. Baidu search →, "said Ling Bo.

All of them felt at ease.

"Xiao Li, take good care of Qin long and Ling Bo. Can you come out for a while?" Qin Bantian said.

Ling Bo nodded, and then followed Qin Bantian out. They walked all the way to the back mountain forbidden area and then stopped. At this time, black and white shuanglao was still sitting at the gate. Seeing them coming, they immediately woke up.

"If I'm not wrong, are you Dao Ling who was known as the first Dao in the world a hundred years ago?" Old Bai looks at Ling Bo and asks.

A hundred years ago, it was known as the first sword in the world. Now, isn't Ling Bo an old monster over 100 years old? But looking at Ling Bo's appearance, he was in his fifties. He didn't look like an old monster in his 100s.

Ling Bo nodded slightly and said, "I've heard a lot about the black and white master of the Qin family."

Hear Ling Bo admit, black and white double old and Qin Bantian expression is to show the color of shock.

"Qin Bai has seen master Dao."

"Qin Hei has seen master Dao."

"Qin Bantian has seen master Dao."The three of them bowed down one after another and said that Dao Ling's seniority and strength were enough to bear the three of them.

"There's no need to see it. I just live a few years longer than you. The first knife in the world is just a false name." Ling Bo said lightly.

"At that time, my grandfather often mentioned you, master Dao. He said that only master Dao could be the best in the world. I didn't expect that I was lucky enough to meet him. It's a pity that my grandfather didn't live to this day." Qin said with a sigh.

Dao Ling is a legend of Qin Bantian's grandfather's generation. Now Qin Bantian is an old man with white hair and beard. Who would have thought that Dao Ling is still alive, and his strength is still so terrible. He is really an old monster.

"If your grandfather Qin Zhao had not been harmed by others, I'm afraid he would have lived to the present with his strength. It's a pity." Dao Ling sighed.

"Now, there was only one battle left for the Qin family." Qin Bai said in a deep voice.

Qin hei and Qin Bai are brothers. At that time, the Qin family suffered unprecedented calamities. They were just adults. Now they are a hundred years later.

"Master, although it's very presumptuous, I still want to ask whether the source of Qin Long's ancestral pulse is the spirit of resentment after the death of your Dao family's ancestors?" Qin Bantian asked.

Dao Ling's expression immediately became gloomy, nodded slowly and said: "yes, according to the records of Dao family's ancestral home, there was a Dao family demon who had reached the peak of strength hundreds of years ago, and tried to devour Dao family's ancestral vein and become more powerful. In the end, he failed to succeed and died in the ancestral vein. He didn't expect that he would become a resentment spirit and merge with ancestral vein. It must be the reason why Qin long was not destroyed by ancestral vein I'm afraid it's also the ghost of the Dao family's ancestors. "

"He wants to take Qin Long's body?" Qin Bantian asked with a slight tremor.

Dao family demon talent, the strength has reached the peak, then how terrible strength must he have before he died? Even Dao Ling may not dare to say that his current strength has reached the peak.

After death, it can be turned into a spirit of resentment and the fusion of ancestral pulse. I'm afraid there is no such means against heaven before. For mobile phone users, please browse and read for better reading experience.