One hundred and thirty-five thousand, one hundred and forty-five thousand, one hundred and fifty-five thousand... Before long, Ling Yun's spiritual power surged to one hundred and eighty-five thousand.
Buzz! The entire sea of consciousness shook, and Ling Yun sensed that his cultivation bottleneck was broken.
Advance your cultivation level.
As he expected, he did not become the King of Martial Arts, but was promoted to the tenth level of the Martial Arts Master.
One hundred and eighty-five thousand spiritual powers.
This means that Ling Yun can unleash a huge force of 1.85 million kilograms with just one punch without using any martial arts skills.
Let him fight Murong Chun again, and he can crush Murong Chun even if he doesn't target Murong Chun's flaws.
If he meets a ninth-level Martial King, he can definitely explode in an instant.
And the power of thunder tribulation has not been exhausted yet.
His spiritual power is still improving crazily.
Dongjiang City.
When Ling Yun was practicing in Jishi Pavilion, the discussion caused by him became more and more heated.
At the city gate, there were two people sitting in a teahouse.
If Ling Yun were here, he would recognize one of them as Shen Lang from Longya Tower.
The person opposite him was not a white-robed inspector, but an old man with gray hair.
Hearing the discussion in his ears, Shen Lang was a little dumbfounded: "I can't believe that that kid Ling Yun has achieved such a great reputation in just three months."
He really didn't expect that Ling Yun would have such a good fortune.
Three months ago, although he was optimistic about Ling Yun, he only felt that Ling Yun was a genius with potential and might become a strong man in the future.
Unexpectedly, there was no need to wait until the future. In just three months, Ling Yun would be known as the "Young Wuzong".
Today's Ling Yun, I'm afraid even he has to look up to him.
Although his strength is equally extraordinary and he has the power to kill enemies across levels, he can only fight with King Wu at most.
If you meet any Wu Zong at random, they can slap him to death.
The gray-haired old man next to him flashed his eyes and said nothing.
"Mr. Ren, do you think this is like what someone said? In fact, this is a conspiracy. It was someone else who really killed Ling Hai and blew up Murong Chun. Ling Yun was just a puppet pushed on the stage?"
Shen Lang looked at the gray-haired old man and said.
There is no doubt that this gray-haired old man is also from Longya Tower.
The gray-haired old man's status was much higher than his. He was the elder of Longya Tower.
Hearing what Shen Lang said, Mr. Ren smiled coldly: "Are you treating Situ Huo and Murong Tong as idiots?
If Ling Yun is just a puppet, will Situ Huo be scared away, or will Murong Tong choose to surrender?"
Shen Lang sneered, scratched his head and said: "I just think this thing is too bizarre, like a dream. After all, when I saw that kid three months ago, he was just a little warrior."
"That only proves that this boy's palace is very deep. I'm afraid what you saw was just an illusion. Maybe he was a martial artist at that time."
Ren Lao hummed: "Besides that, we have already found out that this boy got a meteorite treasure in Xitang City. This meteorite treasure is bound to contain extraordinary blessings, which will transform his strength."
"It seems that I really underestimated this kid before."
Shen Lang sighed.
"If you hadn't made a mistake in your judgment and seriously underestimated this boy's potential, why would I have come here in such a hurry with my old bones?"
Mr. Ren said dissatisfiedly: "This time, no matter what, we must drag this kid into the Dragon Tooth Tower."
"Mr. Ren, what do you think this boy's strength has reached?"
Shen Lang asked curiously.
"Since he is a young martial arts master, he must be on par with the martial arts masters."
Ren Laodao.
"How do you think he compares to you?"
Shen Lang continued.
Hearing this, Mr. Ren was stunned for a moment, then laughed at himself: "If it were back then, I might have been qualified to weigh his worth, but now, I can only show off my seniority."
Seeing that Mr. Ren was in a low mood, Shen Lang suddenly thought of something and said angrily: "Mr. Ren, if Ling Yuan hadn't hit you hard back then and left you with huge hidden dangers, why would you have been retreating in strength for so many years?"
Twenty years ago, Mr. Ren was the one who could challenge Ling Yuan.
But that same year, Mr. Ren was seriously injured by Ling Yuan. Ling Yuan was so evil that he hurt Mr. Ren's life and soul, so that Mr. Ren's vitality was severely damaged and he has not been able to recover to this day.
"This is my own lack of strength. How can I blame others."
Even so, there was still a hint of sadness in Mr. Ren's eyes.
At this moment, he seemed to sense something and suddenly turned his head to look towards the city gate.
In the crowd, a group of people appeared.
The person in the middle of this group of people is an old farmer wearing linen clothes.
However, even if you don't look at the crowd surrounding the old farmer, just looking at his appearance, you can tell that he is extraordinary.
Although he has white hair, his skin is shiny and rosy, and his eyes are bright and lively, like the eyes of a tiger.
Behind the old man, following closely, was a tall middle-aged man with bronze complexion.
This middle-aged man has an extremely powerful aura, and he is clearly a powerful martial artist.
When this group of people appeared, other people around them also sensed something unusual and subconsciously moved away to make way for a wide road.
"Mr. Ren?"
Sensing something strange about Mr. Ren, Shen Lang also quickly looked towards the city gate.
In an instant, his eyes fell on the old farmer.
Shen Lang was immediately shocked: "It's Ling..." Before he could say anything, Mr. Ren quickly pressed his head down and said through spiritual power: "Silence."
The people in Lingyuan would not pay attention to a small teahouse at all, and soon passed them by.
It wasn't until they were far away that Shen Lang couldn't help but say: "Mr. Ren, it's that old guy."
"I know."
Mr. Ren said angrily.
That person changed his life and fate, and he knew him even if he turned into ashes.
"Why did he come to Dongjiang City?"
Then, Shen Lang frowned.
Mr. Ren also had a look of surprise on his face.
After a while, he seemed to have thought of something: "Could it be..." At the same moment, Shen Lang exclaimed in a low voice: "No, Ling Yun killed Ling Hai. Could it be that Ling Yuan came to avenge Ling Hai?
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If this is the case, then Ling Yun's situation is extremely dangerous.
Although Ling Hai has a great reputation, compared to Ling Yuan, he is just a junior.
Mr. Ren's expression also became serious.
He Mansion.
He Sheng is practicing calligraphy.
Calligraphy is his only hobby outside of spiritual practice.
His characters, like dragons and phoenixes, contain powerful artistic conception.
Suddenly he paused with the brush in his hand.
A bone-deep chill surged into his heart without warning.
He turned his head suddenly and looked out the door: "Who?"
Squeak! The door automatically opens when there is no wind.
After opening it, two figures came into He Sheng's field of vision.
Of these two figures, the first one was a tall, middle-aged man, followed by an old farmer.
"He Sheng, I haven't seen you for a few years. I hope you are well."
The tall man grinned.
"Ling Xiong?"
He Sheng's pupils narrowed.
But then he thought of something and stared intently at the old farmer behind Ling Xiong.
At this time, the old farmer sighed: "The child in the past has become the elder of the Dongzhou Wushu Academy in the blink of an eye. The changes in the world have made it sad."