"Bang" "Boom"

Yuanli fluctuated, and the sound of two fists striking out, raising up the flying stone chips. Ye Wuque was hit in the chest with a punch, and his figure retreated three feet before stopping.

However, the 14-5-year-old boy looks like a white skin, Ye Wuque looks handsome, especially his eyes seemingly brilliant, adding a strange charm to his still tender face.

But at this moment, Ye Wuque was a little embarrassed, with his black hair in his martial arts shirt and shawl floating. He didn't look at the opponent on the martial arts stage who defeated him in just three moves, but closed his eyes, expressionless, as if immersed in his own world.

"Ye Wuque, eliminate! Murong Hai, win, enter the next round!"

With the sound coming from the huge martial arts stage, Murong Hai, who was standing on the martial arts stage, jumped off the martial arts stage, with a scar face, a burly figure, and an eighteen year old.

With a proud look on his face, Murong Hai's eyes swept over Ye Wuque's eyes closed. The pleasure and contempt in it were unconcealed. When he walked past Ye Wuque, he suddenly chuckled softly.

"Ye Wuque, I really admire you. It's been ten years. Have you ever calculated how many times you have lost? Oh, by the way, I forgot. I guess you've forgotten what it feels like to win, haha, it's such a... trash."

"Wu Wuque's first battle was actually his turn to Murong Hai, and he deserves to be unlucky!"

"I was defeated after three moves, tsk, it's so weak!"

"Oh, Hua Wuque has never won countless battles in the past ten years, and he has been defeated repeatedly for ten years. It's such a strange thing!"

Around the left side of the huge martial arts venue, there were about a hundred and dozens of boys and girls, who were only eleven or twelve years old, wearing light blue martial arts shirts with uniform styles, and each young face was shining with brilliantness and prosperity, as if the sun had just risen in the morning.

Ye Wuque, who closed his eyes, seemed to have been used to all this, but no one knew that there was earth-shaking changes in his body at this moment!

Even though this change has been silent for ten years, Ye Wuque, whose heart is refined like iron, and whose will has been polished through, even trembled slightly, his heart is turbulent, and the throbbing from the depths of his soul is getting stronger and stronger, and he wishes he could whistle to the sky!

"The Emperor will pay off all the best! I have been silent for ten years and I have achieved what I wish today. Have I finally succeeded?"

....... "Haha, I'm one step ahead, don't fall behind."

Murong Hai, who had already turned into a bright smile, came to the stone bench of dozens of young strong men sitting on the right side of the martial arts venue, and smiled at the girl sitting in front.

With his arrival, many powerful waves swept over him, all of whom were young powerful people sitting here in the Murong family.

"Murong Hai, is it so happy that you beat Ye Wuque, that waste? Your strength has indeed grown very quickly, and you have actually broken through to the eighth level of body-building. However, compared with Brother Tian, ​​you are still far behind."

A slightly cold voice of daughter sounded from the girl whom Murong Hai called Binglan. Although this woman sat upright on the stone bench, her slender legs formed a charming curve. She was wearing a red silk skirt with flowers embroidered on her chest. Her slim waist was straight when she held it. She was on her pointed chin with a pair of extremely beautiful phoenix eyes, her nose was upright and her bright red lips were a very outstanding beauty.

After hearing Binglan's words, Murong Hai smiled suddenly, and his eyes flashed with deep fear and jealousy. He smiled and stopped talking. He walked to his stone bench and sat upright with his eyes closed.

After hearing the words "Brother Tian", the young strong men sitting cross-legged behind Murong Binglan almost showed a hint of envy and respect at the same time.

"In the next game, Murong Binglan vs. Murong Jie."

At the same time, a man's voice full of energy came from the martial arts stage. As soon as the sound rang, the entire martial arts field suddenly became silent because it was the voice of Murong Changqing, the head of the Murong family.

"Swish swish"

Two young figures suddenly jumped up from the stone bench and rushed towards the martial arts stage. A gust of fragrant wind blew by. Murong Binglan stood pretty on the martial arts field fifty feet wide. Standing opposite her was a middle-looking boy. His eyes swept over Murong Binglan's face with a hint of intoxication and love.

Murong Binglan, one of Murong’s two-people!

He has a good qualification, beautiful appearance, and a cool and charming temperament. I don’t know how many goddesses in Murong’s hearts. Looking at the beauty in front of him, Murong Jie was even a little cramped and nervous. Ye Wuque, who had been standing in the martial arts field and closed his eyes tightly, opened his eyes at this moment. The strong will he had learned over the past ten years had a good control of his emotions. His eyes were as calm as ever. He looked at the two people standing on the field and walked straight down the martial arts field. However, Murong Binglan swept over him with a deep humiliation and disgust.

"start."

"Boom" "Bang"

Murong Binglan and Murong Jie broke out in a war.

Although Ye Wuque, who walked off the martial arts field, was still in agitation, he slowly walked to the position behind the martial arts field and bowed to one of the ten figures sitting there.

"Uncle Changqing, Wuque takes one step first and goes back to practice."

The boy's voice was clear and melodious, as if the defeat just now had no shadow on him.

"Well, Wuque, you go back first."

There was a complicated look in Murong Changqing's eyes. How amazing was this handsome young man standing with his hands ten years ago?

Although Ye Wuque did not come from the Murong family, since the man entrusted him, who was only four years old, to the Murong family and left such things eleven years ago, Murong Changqing did not regard Ye Wuque as an outsider, and even realized that his cultivation talent was a monster!

At the age of four, he practiced the unique skills of Murong's family, and broke through to the fifth level of physical training at the age of five. In that year, he defeated one of the five super sects in the Northern Heaven Realm, one of the five super sects in the Northern Heaven Realm, a peerless genius of the same age as Qingming Divine Palace.

This news is like a stone stirring up a thousand waves!

Five years old, the fifth level of body training, what is this?

When a practitioner embarks on the path of cultivation, the first major realm is the body-building realm. This realm is divided into ten levels, which can nourish the body and condense the qi and blood, and correspond to: "skin, flesh, tendons, bones, and marrow."

Most people who break through the first level of body-building at the age of ten and achieve a small success in the skin refining realm are called geniuses. If they can break through to the third level of body-building realm at the age of ten and achieve a small success in the flesh refining realm, this is a genius that is rare in a century.

Such a genius that is rare in a century, as one of the top 100 main cities in the East Land of the North Heaven Realm, the Murong family, has only produced one of the three major families in Longguang Main City for several generations, that is, Murong Tian, ​​who has entered Murong Counterfeit to practice and is about to leave the seclusion!

Murong Tian, ​​who broke through the third level of bodybuilding at the age of ten, is known as a genius who is rare in a century.

What should Ye Wuque, who was only five years old and had not yet formed a qi and blood in his body and had broken through the fifth level of body-building and reached a small achievement in the muscle refining realm before the qi and blood in his body had even been formed?

Murong Changqing originally thought that Tianyou Murong family would let two such geniuses appear in this generation, but just after the five-year-old Ye Wuque defeated the peerless little genius from the Qingming Divine Palace, he had no progress in ten years!

For ten years, Ye Wuque has been staying in the fifth level of bodybuilding, and at the realm of being so amazing when he was five years old.

Murong Changqing tried countless ways to find out the reason, but there was only one result he could get.

"The qi and blood in the body are inexplicably exhausted and are no longer suitable for cultivation."

God is jealous of talents, nothing more than this.

Just after Murong Changqing had to give up, Ye Wuque chose to continue practicing. He seemed to be unaffected at all and had been practicing hard.

But to outsiders, Ye Wuque could not stand it and fell to the bottom all the time, and he wanted to restore his genius glory.

They thought that Ye Wuque had already become crazy.

"Huo Wuque" became his alias.

Just as Ye Wuque was about to leave the martial arts stage, a fluctuation that soared into the sky quickly came from far to near!

"Swoosh"

The powerful Yuanli surged all over his body. The person who came was tall and looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. He had practiced all the skin, flesh, tendons, bones, and marrow all over his body. The qi and blood had already completely merged with Yuanli, and they were not distinguished from each other. The lingering white Yuanli was filled with a huge force!

Ye Wuque could clearly see a light silver crescent moon beating behind the man, as tall as the man. Although it was vague and unstable, it exuded a powerful aura.

The white Yuanli slowly dissipated. The man was wearing a white martial arts shirt and flew in the wind. His black hair was in a bun. He was meticulously combed, his body was stained with dust. He looked handsome and looked very good.

"My God! It's Murong Tian! Murong Tian has come out of seclusion!"

"His aura? Could it be that he has really broken through the body-forging realm?"

"Hiss! That's... Poyue?"

"At such an age and such cultivation, he is indeed the first person in the younger generation of the Murong family!"

......The entire martial arts performance venue immediately exploded with Murong Tian's appearance, and countless shocking voices spread, especially those young disciples who were sitting upright on the stone bench and Murong Tian's age were all bitter and helpless. Murong Hai, who was still showing his might a moment ago, was silent.

Murong Tian, ​​at this moment, focused everyone's eyes, he was the center of the light.

The two men who were fighting on the martial arts stage also stopped at this moment. Murong Binglan stared at Murong Tian with her wonderful eyes, and she was full of brilliant colors.

"Haha! God bless my Murong family! Tian'er, you finally condensed the Po Yue and stepped into the Yingpo Realm of the First Realm of the Xifan! The Yingpo Realm of the Seventeen-year-old! Good! Great!"

At this moment, an old man sitting next to Murong Changqing suddenly stood up and smiled at the sky. The old man looked ordinary and exuded a scent of haze all over his body, but he smiled very happily at this moment.

The third elder of the Murong family, Murong Baishi, is also Murong Tian’s grandfather.

"Murrong Tian has met the head of the family and all elders."

When he spoke lightly, Murong Tian's expression was also calm, but there was a hint of innate arrogance in his tone.

"The sky doesn't have to be too polite. You have successfully condensed the Soul Month and entered the Washing Realm at the age of seventeen. At this age, I should be among the top three in the two hundred years of my Murong family's inheritance."

Murong Changqing was also very happy. As the successor of the Murong family, Murong Tian's excellence undoubtedly made the Murong family have another master in the years to come.

"Yes! Tian'er is a genius that is rare in a century!"

"I have lived for sixty years, and only geniuses like Tian'er can see them in life."

"Reward! The head of the family, Tian'er is so outstanding, it's time to reward him!"

......Murong Baishi was even more proud when he heard the praises of other elders. His grandson was so outstanding, he had such a long face!

Ye Wuque stood behind Murong Tian and had not left. His eyes swept across the light silver crescent moon, revealing a strange light, and his thoughts surged in his heart.

"This is the symbol of the Huafan Realm, is Po Yue? It's really unique."

He suppressed his thoughts and felt the earth-shaking changes in his body. Ye Wuque was about to leave here. He had something extremely important to confirm.

This is the result of his ten years of nirvana... good fortune!

Today, I finally got what I want!

"Report to the head of the family, Murong Tian has something to ask for."

Murong Tian spoke indifferently again. As soon as these words fell, Murong Binglan, who was standing on the martial arts stage, lit up her beautiful eyes, as if she had thought of something, and was overjoyed. Her eyes swept over Ye Wuque who was about to leave, full of disgust and relief.

"Oh? Haha, I promised you that as long as you can break through to the Xifan Realm this time, you will agree to your two requests. Now you have done it, so, Tian'er, just speak up if you have any requests."

As if he knew what Murong Tian was thinking, Murong Changqing immediately smiled.

Murong Tian, ​​who was affirmed by Murong Changqing, suddenly turned his eyes and looked at Ye Wuque who was about to leave with indifferent eyes, like a nine-day dragon looking down at an ant.

"The first thing Murong Tian said on behalf of Binglan, begging the head of the family to take back Binglan's engagement with Ye Wuque because he... is not worthy."
To be continued...