Dragon Emperor, Martial God

For Lingyun, who is anxious to improve the strength of the realm, what is the most lacking and the most needed? Spirituality!

Whatever it is, Ling Yun will not let go as long as he can get involved with spirituality!

If the gift that Dragon Tian proudly sent to Ling Yun yesterday was not 2.7 billion, but something with spiritual spirit, Ling Yun would definitely accept it without courtesy. There was no way, he lacked this.

Five hundred million dollars, although it makes Lingyun move his face, he is not short of money now; he is not short of the secrets of kung fu, there are many powerful cultivation methods in his brain, can't practise; as for the fabric of the silk of the Ujin magic silkworm, although difficult to find in the world, if Lingyun starts refiner, it is not difficult to make a knife gun incomplete clothing, just get a few defensive methods on ordinary clothes, so he is not in a hurry.

But the spiritual energy is different. If Lingyun wants to speed up training and improve the realm to enhance strength, he must have enough spiritual energy to absorb it!

How can Lingyun not see the heat when something in this wooden box can release such a powerful, pure, vibrant wood spirit?

Besides, we now have the exact same wooden box in Villa Kiyomizu Bay!

“Choi Lao, what's in this wooden box?” Lingyun's eyes caught on and stared at the mysterious wooden box for half a day. He absorbed a lot of the wood spirit gas before asking.

Old Choi smiled affectionately, bent over and hugged the wooden box, placed it on the coffee table, didn't sell the closet, opened the wooden box at will, the wood spirit momentarily burst, absorbed by Lingyun smoothly, nothing wasted!

Ling Yun glanced and suddenly stunned: “This...”

This is certainly a piece of wood, and it's dead wood. I don't know how many years it's been dead. Even the two sides of the section are coke black and seem to have been chopped by the powerful lightning bolt.

This wood is a metre long, adult arm is so thick and straight that it looks more like a black iron stick from the watch to the inside.

All this wood should have completely died and rotted, but Lingyun clearly saw that at one end of the black wood, at the edge of the circular cross section, there was a raised like a sunflower seed size, it was a tender yellow bud, pink and tender, showing resilience and vibrancy!

Dead trees in the spring!

That mighty, unmatched, pure woody spirit is what this melon seed-sized bud exudes!

Brush!

Ling Yun shocked that he could no longer sit down, and stood up from the couch!

Old Choi seemed to expect Lingyun to be shocked. He still couldn't sit still. He smiled and said to Lingyun: “Little guy, pick it up and take a look...”

Old Choi's voice has not gone down, Ling Yun has already reached out and grabbed the dead tree in his hand, and took a closer look in front of him.

Dead wood bark is rough, dark as coke, feels heavy in the hand and has a special texture.

“Eh... look at the wood surface, the stripes on the bark, it's like a willow...”

Lingyun was surprised that this arm was thick, a meter long wood, at most weighed more than 10 pounds, if it died, it would be lighter, but this dead wood, at least 80 pounds! Willow could never be so heavy!

Ling Yunxin said, no wonder the wooden box in his own home is so heavy. There is such a wood in it, it is not heavy.

Old Choi saw Lingyun grabbing the dead wood in his hand and studying it. Once again, he couldn't help but get excited. He shook his throat and said: “Little guy, you stabbed your finger and dripped a drop of blood on this wood...”

Ling Yun stunned, his heart said it was just a piece of wood, can you also drip blood to recognize the Lord?

Ling Yun didn't know that Old Choi didn't let him drip blood to identify with the Lord, but let him drip blood to identify with his relatives!

However, Ling Yun of course knew that Old Choi would not harm him. He did not hesitate to use the nails of his right thumb. He gently drew a line on his right index finger, instantly tearing through a blood mouth and a few drops of blood gushed out.

This is the most critical time, Old Choi looked excited, his body trembled, stood up, busy and said to Lingyun: “Little guy, put your blood on this wood, drip it! ”

That exciting voice is almost seductive. It's more urgent than passing on and selling your hair.

Ling Yun was so crisp, he directly pressed the right hand index finger of the bleeding tree!

Next scene, let Lingyun stare at you completely!

With his punctured index finger pressed against the rough surface of the dead wood, the blood on Lingyun's hand did not stay on the surface, instantly immersed in the dead wood, along the bark pattern of the surface, quickly spread!

Moreover, this is not over. Lingyun feels his blood flow is accelerating. Blood continues to converge towards the index finger of his right hand. Through that broken wound, it is constantly pouring towards the dead tree!

“Shit, another bloodsucker! ”

Though the scene was amazing, Lingyun found it strange. Instead of hurrying to take his palm off, he grabbed the dead tree with his right hand and let it absorb his own blood.

Reaching the eighth level of exercise, Lingyun is now the size of Dantian, as many as a thousand ordinary people, the blood is like the sea, the blood is fine, this is a little blood, he doesn't care.

Old Choi watched this scene excitedly, but had no intention of dissuading Ling Yun. His eyes glistened and his eyes were red!

Lingyun's blood is flowing faster and faster, more and more. The dead tree is like an extremely hungry baby. Greedy absorbs Lingyun's blood. It has no intention of stopping!

“Young Master!” Old Choi was so excited that he couldn't stand. Finally, he stopped hiding his identity and stopped changing his mouth. Instead, he simply shouted "Young Master Ling Yun!"

Old Choi's eyes were red, his tears were all over his face, his body trembled, and as soon as he came outside the couch, he turned to Ling Yunna and said goodbye!

“Old Choi, I can't! ”

Ling Yun suddenly couldn't prevent it. Old Choi had knelt on the ground. Five bodies fell to the ground. He kowtowed again to Ling Yun. When he raised his head, the excited tears had blurred his eyes!

“Old Choi, what are you doing? Please get up! ”

Lingyun was in a hurry. He couldn't help it. He grabbed the blood-sucking dead tree with his right hand. He flew forward and bent down gently. As soon as his left hand pressed, he lifted Choi Lao on his knees!

“Old Choi, if you have anything to say, just tell me directly. If you do this to me, I don't know what to do! ”

Lingyun held on to the excited old Choi, embarrassed to stamp his feet, and grabbed a black dead tree in his right hand. The action was very funny.

Choi Lao tears flowed long, his eyes blurred, his hands held Lingyun's arm tightly, his teeth swallowed, so he didn't speak.

Later, old Choi raised his hand and wiped a tear on his face. He saw Lingyun holding the dead tree in his hand. He couldn't help but panic and said: "Young Master, almost there, please spread your hand...”

Ling Yun didn't know, Old Choi knew, dead wood sucked blood, but it couldn't let it absorb, because it absorbed, it never ended.

Where is this going? Ling Yun experienced the imperial pen recognition. At that time, his blood was absorbed more, so he didn't care: “Don't worry, I have a lot of blood, so small a wound, let it absorb a little more...”

Ling Yun could feel the greed of the dead tree, but his heart was also wondering, it was now. So much blood went in, he still didn't have the feeling of establishing that kind of blood connection with this dead tree, which is not normal.

Isn't that a blood drip? Suck so much blood, suck it for nothing?!

However, Ling Yun knows that this dead tree can have such a divine manifestation, it is absolutely a tremendous treasure, even if it is not a blood drip, it doesn't matter to him. Anyway, this treasure will be his later, and some will be studied slowly.

Moreover, although the dead wood sucks blood, it is not as glued to Ling Yun as the imperial pen. If Ling Yun wants to let go, he can stop the dead wood from absorbing at any time, so he is not worried.

“Old Choi please sit...” Lingyun held up the excited old Choi and sat down. At the same time, he flashed back to his seat. He still grabbed the dead tree with his right hand and sat at will.

“Old Choi, I listened to you, suddenly call me Young Master, this is...” Ling Yun glanced, stared at Old Choi and asked seriously.

Old Choi also stared at Lingyun. His eyes were excited. He suddenly raised his hand and wiped the tears off his face again. Then he slowly said: "Young Master, my name is Choi Zhongwu and I am from the Lingjia family in Jingcheng! ”

Oh, my God!

Ling Yun was shocked again and jumped from his seat again. The Ling family of Beijing City, indeed, is the Ling family of Beijing City!

Though Ling Yun guessed early in the day that he might have a very close relationship with the Ling family in Beijing, he was still shocked when Old Choi himself said it!

“In less than two months, the young master has already dealt with the Cao family in Beijing, the Sun family, the Chen family, the Long family and the Li family. I'm sure he already knows the seven big families in Beijing? ”

Choi Lao Xiao shrugged, thinking about what kind of words to use to say what he wanted to express, to make Lingyun acceptable, he decided to start with the Seven Kings.

Old Choi is telling the truth. Lingyun and Cao Shanshan of the Cao family don't have to say anything. He also slaughtered the Sun Tianbao family three times, killed Chen Jianren of the Chen family in Shennong Shelf, fanned Chen Jianluo in the East China Sea, robbed Dragon Tian's proud wife, and beat Dragon Tianyu and Li Yumin in the face at Jiuer's birthday party!

Of course, what Lao Choi did not know was that Ling Yun had already been in the East China Sea and had met his half-sister, Ling Xue of the Ling family.

It can be said that the Seven Great Families of Beijing, apart from the mysteriously low-key Ye family, Lingyun and the other Six Great Families, have all had certain dealings.

Lingyun took a heavy breath out of shock and nodded softly: “Not bad. In general, my aunt told me something about this...”

Old Choi's eyes at this moment were solemn and never serious. After taking a few deep breaths, he slowly said:

“Young Master, with all due respect, you are one of the seven great families of the capital city, descended from the Ling family, the biological son of Master Ling's third master Ling Xiao! ”

Today, Ling Yun recognized the ancestral orgasm, the first to send the moon ticket!