Yuanli fluctuated throughout the air, and there was an explosion of fists clashing, flying stone debris, and Ye Wuque was hit in the chest by a punch. His figure fell back three feet before he stopped.
However, he looks like a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, with fair skin. Ye Wuque has a handsome appearance, especially a pair of eyes that seem to be born with brilliance, adding a strange charm to his still immature face.
It's just that Ye Wuque looked a little embarrassed at this moment, with his black hair flying in his martial arts shirt. He didn't look at the opponent on the martial arts stage who defeated him in three moves. Instead, he closed his eyes with an expressionless face, seeming to be immersed in his own thoughts.
in the world.
"Ye Wuque, eliminated! Murong Hai wins, enters the next round!"
Following the sound coming from behind the huge martial arts stage, Murong Hai, who was standing on the stage, jumped off the stage. He had a scarred face, a tall figure, and was only eighteen years old.
With an arrogant look on his face, Murong Hai glanced at Ye Wuque, who had his eyes closed, with no concealment of pleasure and contempt. When he walked past Ye Wuque, he suddenly smiled softly.
"Ye Wuque, I really admire you. In the past ten years, have you ever counted how many times you have been defeated? Oh, by the way, I forgot. A waste like you has probably forgotten what victory feels like.
, Haha, what a... rubbish."
"Fei Wuque was paired with Murong Hai in the first battle. He deserves to be unlucky!"
"He was defeated even if he failed in three moves. Tsk, tsk, he's so weak!"
"Oh, in the past ten years, Fei Wuque has never won a single victory in countless battles. He has been defeated and defeated again and again for ten years! What a weird thing!"
Surrounding the left side of the huge martial arts arena, there were chattering voices from about a hundred boys and girls who were no more than eleven or twelve years old. They were all wearing uniformly tailored light blue martial arts shirts.
His face was shining brightly and vigorously, like the sun that had just risen in the morning.
Ye Wuque, who closed his eyes, seemed to be used to all this, but no one knew that earth-shaking changes were taking place in his body at this moment!
This change, even though Ye Wuque, who had been silent for ten years, with a heart as hard as iron, and a will that was polished and polished, even trembled slightly, his heart was agitated like a tide, and the throbbing from the depths of his soul became more and more intense, and he wished he could look up to the sky and scream!
"The emperor has paid off! After ten years of silence, I have finally achieved what I wanted. Have I finally succeeded?"
........"Haha, Binglan, I'm one step ahead, don't fall behind."
Murong Hai, who had already turned into a bright smile, came to the stone bench on the right side of the martial arts arena where dozens of young strong men were sitting, and smiled at a girl sitting in the front.
With his arrival, Tao Dao's eyes full of fighting spirit and blazing focus were focused on him, and many powerful fluctuations swept up, all belonging to the young and powerful generation of the Murong family sitting here.
"Murong Hai, are you happy that you defeated Ye Wuque, that loser? Your strength has indeed increased very quickly, and you have even broken through to the eighth level of physical training, but compared to Brother Tian, you are still far behind."
A slightly cold daughter's voice sounded, and it came from the girl Murong Hai called Binglan. Although this girl was sitting on the stone bench, her pair of slender legs intertwined formed a charming arc.
She was wearing a red, close-fitting silk skirt with floral embroidery on her chest. She had a straight waist, a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes on her pointed chin, a straight nose, and bright red lips.
She is an extremely outstanding beauty.
After hearing Binglan's words, Murong Hai's smile froze, and his eyes flashed with deep jealousy and jealousy. He laughed and said nothing. He walked to his stone bench and sat down with his eyes closed.
When the young and powerful men sitting cross-legged behind Murong Binglan heard the words "Brother Tian", a touch of envy and reverence appeared on their faces almost at the same time.
"The next match is Murong Binglan vs. Murong Jie."
At the same time, a powerful man's voice came from behind the martial arts stage. As soon as this voice sounded, the entire martial arts arena suddenly became silent, because it was the voice of Murong Changqing, the head of the Murong family.
"咻咻"
Two young figures immediately jumped up from the stone bench and rushed towards the martial arts stage. A gust of fragrant wind blew past. Murong Binglan stood pretty on the fifty feet long and wide martial arts stage. Standing opposite her was a
A young man of average appearance, his eyes swept over Murong Binglan's face, and a hint of intoxication and love flashed across her face.
Murong Binglan, one of the two Murong sisters!
She has good qualifications, beautiful appearance, and a charming temperament. She is the goddess in the hearts of many Murong disciples. Looking at the beauty in front of him, Murong Jie even felt a little embarrassed and nervous. Ye Ye, who was standing in the martial arts field with his eyes closed tightly,
Wuque opened his eyes at this moment. The strong will he had cultivated over the past ten years controlled his emotions very well. His eyes were as calm as ever. He looked at the two people standing on the field and walked straight down to the martial arts field. However, Murong Binglan glanced at
However, there was deep humiliation and disgust hidden in his eyes.
"start."
"Boom" "Bang"
Murong Binglan and Murong Jie broke out into a fight.
Although Ye Wuque was still agitated in his heart when he walked down from the martial arts arena, he slowly walked to the back of the martial arts arena and waved his hand to one of the ten figures sitting there.
"Uncle Changqing, take the first step and go back to practice."
The young man's voice was clear and melodious, as if the defeat just now did not cast any shadow on him.
"Well, Wu Que, you go back first."
There was a complex meaning in Murong Changqing's eyes. How amazing and talented was the handsome young man standing in front of him ten years ago?
Although Ye Wuque was not from the Murong family, since that man entrusted the four-year-old him to the Murong family eleven years ago and left such things, Murong Changqing did not regard Ye Wuque as an outsider, and even found out that he
His talent in cultivation can be called a monster!
At the age of four, he practiced Murong's special skill "Haotian Jin". At the age of five, he broke through to the fifth level of physical training. In that year, he defeated one of the five super sects in the Northern Sky Territory who came here for fame, and the same age as Qingming Shrine.
A peerless little genius.
This news is like a stone that stirs up thousands of waves!
Five years old, five days of physical training, what is the concept?
When a cultivator embarks on the path of cultivation, the first major realm is the body-forging realm. This realm is divided into ten levels of heaven, where the physical body is tempered and the qi and blood are condensed, corresponding to: "skin, flesh, tendons, bones, and marrow."
An average person is called a genius when he breaks through to the first level of body training and achieves the skin refining level at the age of ten. If he can break through to the third level of body training and achieves the flesh refining level at the age of ten, this is a rare event in a hundred years.
genius.
Such a rare genius can only be seen in a century. As one of the three major families in Longguang City, one of the top 100 major cities in the Eastern Territory of the Northern Territory, the Murong family has only produced one in several generations. That is Murong Tian who has now entered the Murong Forbidden Land to practice and is about to leave.
!
Murong Tian, who broke through to the third level of physical training at the age of ten, is known as a genius rarely seen in a century.
Who was Ye Wuque, who was only five years old and had broken through the fifth level of body training and reached the level of muscle refining before the qi and blood in his body were formed?
Murong Changqing originally thought that God would bless the Murong family and allow such two geniuses to appear in this generation, but just after the five-year-old Ye Wuque defeated the peerless little genius from Qingming Palace, in ten years, he could not make any progress.
!
For ten years, Ye Wuque has stayed at the fifth level of body training, at the state where he was astonishingly talented and beautiful when he was five years old.
Murong Changqing tried countless methods to find out the reason, but there was only one result.
"The energy and blood in the body have been inexplicably depleted and are no longer suitable for cultivation."
God is jealous of talented people, nothing more than this.
Just after Murong Changqing had to give up, Ye Wuque chose to continue practicing. He seemed not to be affected at all and kept practicing tenaciously and hard.
It's just that in the eyes of outsiders, Ye Wuque couldn't bear to fall to rock bottom and frantically wanted to restore the glory of his genius.
They believed that Ye Wuque had already gone crazy.
"Fei Wuque" became his alias.
Just when Ye Wuque was about to leave the martial arts stage, a wave rising into the sky quickly struck from far to near!
"Whoosh"
Powerful Yuanli surged all over the body. The person who came was tall and looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. The skin, flesh, tendons, bones, and marrow all over his body were thoroughly trained. The Qi and blood had already been completely integrated with the Yuanli. They were indistinguishable from each other and entangled.
The white energy is filled with a huge power!
Ye Wuque could clearly see a pale silver crescent moon dancing behind this person, which was as high as the person. Although it was blurry and unstable, it exuded a powerful aura.
The white energy slowly dissipated, and this person was wearing a white martial arts shirt and hunting in the wind. His black hair was tied into a bun and combed meticulously. His whole body was spotless. He was handsome and had an excellent appearance.
"Oh my God! It's Murong Tian! Murong Tian has come out of seclusion!"
"His aura? Has he really broken through to the body-forging realm?"
"Hiss! That's... Po Yue?"
"At such an age and with such a level of cultivation, he is indeed the number one among the younger generation of the Murong family!"
...The entire martial arts arena immediately exploded with the appearance of Murong Tian, and countless shocked voices spread, especially those young disciples who were sitting on the stone benches and were the same age as Murong Tian.
Murong Hai looked bitter and helpless, and Murong Hai, who was showing off his power a moment ago, was now silent.
Murong Tian, at this moment everyone's eyes were focused on him, he was the center of the light.
The two people who were fighting on the martial arts stage also stopped at this moment. Murong Binglan stared at Murong Tian closely with her wonderful eyes, shining brightly.
"Haha! God bless my Murong family! Tian'er, you have finally gathered your Soul Moon and stepped into the Heroic Soul Realm, the first level of Xifan! The Heroic Soul Realm at the age of seventeen! Good! Great!"
At this moment, an old man sitting next to Murong Changqing suddenly stood up and looked up to the sky with a smile. The old man looked ordinary, and his whole body exuded a smell of haze, but at this time, he smiled extremely happily.
The third elder of the Murong family, Murong Baishi, is also Murong Tian's grandfather.
"Murong Tian has met the head of the family and the elders."
Speaking calmly, Murong Tian's face was also calm, but there was a hint of innate pride in his tone.
"Tian'er, there is no need to be polite. You have successfully condensed the Soul Moon and entered the Mortal Realm at the age of seventeen. At such an age, you should be among the top three in the Murong family's two hundred years of inheritance."
Murong Changqing was equally happy. As a descendant of the Murong family, Murong Tian's excellence will undoubtedly make the Murong family gain another master in the years to come.
"Yes! Tian'er is a genius that is rare to see in a century!"
"I have lived for sixty years, and a genius like Tian'er can only be seen in one lifetime."
"Reward! Master, Tian'er is so outstanding, he deserves a reward!"
...Murong Baishi felt even more proud when he heard the praises of other elders. His grandson is so outstanding and has such a long face!
Ye Wuque stood behind Murong Tian and still didn't leave. His eyes swept across the pale silver crescent moon, revealing a strange light, and thoughts surged in his heart.
"This is the symbol of the Cleansing Mortal Realm, Po Yue? It's really strange."
Suppressing the thoughts in his heart and feeling the earth-shaking changes in his body, Ye Wuque prepared to leave here. He had extremely important things to confirm.
This is what he got in exchange for ten years of silence...good fortune!
Today, I finally got what I wanted!
"Master, Murong Tian has something to ask for."
Murong Tian spoke calmly again. As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Binglan's beautiful eyes lit up as she stood pretty on the martial arts stage. She seemed to have thought of something, and she was overjoyed. She glanced at Ye Wuque, who turned around and was about to leave, full of disgust and relief.
.
"Oh? Haha, I once promised you that as long as you can break through to the realm of cleansing in this retreat, I will agree to your two requests. Now you have indeed done it. So, Tian'er, if you have any requests, just ask."
Murong Changqing seemed to know what Murong Tian was thinking, and immediately smiled.
Murong Tian, who received Murong Changqing's affirmation, suddenly turned his eyes and looked at Ye Wuque who was about to leave indifferently, like a nine-sky dragon looking down at an ant.
"The first thing Murong Tiannai did was to speak on Binglan's behalf, begging the head of the family to take back the engagement between Binglan and Ye Wuque, because he... is not worthy."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.
"hiss"
Several gasps of air could be heard from all around, and many of Murong's disciples were first stunned and then looked astonished.
"call out"
With a gust of fragrant wind, Murong Binglan flew off the martial arts stage like a fiery red butterfly, stood beside Murong Tian, raised her delicate chin, and said coldly: "Dad, Binglan doesn't want to marry Ye Wuque.
Please ask dad to take back his life, there is no way Binglan will marry a loser!"
The cold daughter's voice spread all around, and instantly fell into the ears of Murong Changtian and the five elders who were sitting together. It was also clearly heard in the ears of every Murong disciple.
At the same time, Ye Wuque, who also heard the words of Murong Tian and Murong Binglan, was also stunned. This scene fell in the eyes of Murong's disciples, and they instantly imagined Ye Wuque's sadness and unwillingness, part of which was projected onto Ye Wuque.
His eyes were full of sympathy and pity, but more of a playful sense of watching a good show.
Sure enough, Ye Wuque turned around quickly.
It's just that the distorted face that I expected didn't appear, and was replaced by a relaxed...smile?
Ye Wuque's handsome face was full of smiles, and he clasped his fists and said loudly: "Uncle Changqing, Wuque has rejected the engagement with you a long time ago. It just so happens that today, you can take it back. Wuque is very grateful."
"Forehead"
Dozens of extremely unexpected and surprising sounds rang out again. Countless times, the Murong disciples present had imagined various situations such as sadness, unwillingness, madness, and humiliation, but they never expected that Ye Wuque would answer like this, and it seemed to be from the bottom of his heart.
...happy?
Hearing Ye Wuque's answer, Murong Binglan suddenly felt her eyes darken and could hardly stand still. A strong sense of humiliation instantly filled her heart!
Murong Tian also raised his eyebrows. Obviously Ye Wuque's answer was also beyond his expectation. However, Murong Tian was quite scheming and his eyes were still indifferent. He did not wait for Murong Changqing's answer before speaking again.
"The second thing is to ask the head of the family to give me the Blood Dragon Jade. Ye Wuque is not qualified to own this thing."
These words echoed in Ye Wuque's ears word for word, and his smile gradually faded away, and a bone-chilling chill flashed through his calm eyes!
Blood Dragon Jade, this is the only thing that Uncle Fu left to himself except the letter that cannot be opened. It is currently kept by Murong Changqing. It carries the deepest longing in Ye Wuque's heart in the past eleven years. It is
The precious thing he has been longing for has nothing to do with the Murong family.
In other words, this originally belonged to Ye Wuque.