History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Yan Zhaoge looked at Si Kongqing and smiled slightly.

Yan Zhaoge did not object to Si Kongqing's idea.

After all, this is a world of martial arts. When a person has the ability to open the unparalleled horizontal push, the others are pale.

The simplest example, Mo Sheng Yuan Tian, ​​does not need other means. Others standing there are deterrents.

In the current eight-great world, a martial art sage has the ability and capital to ignore most rules. In many cases, it is only the same level of existence that can restrain him.

As Si Kongqing said, she feels powerless, more because she is still low now.

In fact, this is not to blame for her. Compared with her age and training time, she has already surpassed countless people, but she is involved in a situation where she is currently unable to deal with her strength.

The tragedy of most people in this world actually stems from this.

In a sense, Yan Zhaoge is the same, but he has other countermeasures.

It is precisely because they can always solve the common sense that they are currently unable to cope with the problem of strength, so Yan Zhaoge has today's status and prestige.

Yan Zhaoge looked at Si Kongqing and said: "Before you went out to practice, although some people took it, on the whole, you will not be controlled until the moment of life and death. Zongmen also considers the effect of exercise."

Si Kongqing said: "Despite this, there are always emotions in our hearts."

She looked to the distant waterfall and listened to the rumbling sound of water: "Sister Feng can live today, in the past two years alone, chased and killed by someone, it is very important."

"Although, that's not a good thing."

Yan Zhaoge knows what Si Kongqing said, and it has nothing to do with Feng Yunsheng's body of the Taiyin, cold needles, and Taiyin Mantra.

She refers to Feng Yunsheng's powerful strength that far exceeds her peers.

On the one hand is talent, on the other hand is experience, Feng Yunsheng's combat combat ability is far stronger than most warriors of the same realm.

As far as Yan Zhaoge knows, Feng Yunsheng and Si Kongqing are both disciples under Fu Enshu's door, and they often have ideas and suggestions.

This is also very interesting for sisters and sisters. Feng Yunsheng calls Sikong Qing "Sister Sikong", and Sikong Qing calls Feng Yunsheng, also called "Sister Feng".

There is of course no conflict between the two, nor does it mean any tit-for-tat.

Feng Yunsheng is because of his late entry, so he respected Si Kongqing who is younger than himself as a sister.

Sikong Qing called Feng Yunsheng a sister, the reason is very simple.

There is no hatred and no complaint between the same door, and there will be no fight between life and death, but in the same realm, Feng Yunsheng always wins slightly in the competition.

If it is a decisive battle, Feng Yunsheng's advantage is even greater.

Yan Zhaoge unintentionally interfered with Si Kongqing's decision and said with a smile: "You have this idea, and you are also committed to fighting hard. I naturally have no opinions. It is not easy to say to others. For you, it may indeed be a feasible way."

"However, first, you'd better ask Master Fu's opinion before making a decision. Second, even if you want to go, wait for the ancestors to get out. It's better to say after all the dust is settled. Recently, it is a troubled autumn."

Si Kongqing listened and nodded and said: "Brother Yan's words are reasonable, I understand."

She bowed her hands to Yan Zhaoge and left.

Yan Zhaoge looked at Si Kongqing's back and exclaimed: "Who can stand out from the crowd?"

Shaking his head, Yan Zhaoge returned to his residence.

Speaking of hard work and improvement of his own strength and state, Yan Zhaoge's self-motivated spirit has never been weaker than others.

Don't look at him in these days, the scenery is infinite, and he has done a lot of things that cannot be done by many masters and warriors, but Yan Zhaoge's eager desire for his own strength is stronger than most people.

Returning to the quiet room, Yan Zhaoge sat cross-legged, his body continually adjusted his breath, and a bright light rose above his head.

Raising his left hand, Yan Zhaoge examined the magic marks on the back of his hand and continued to figure out the power concept.

In Tan Tian, ​​the chaotic air mass is still hazy.

After Yan Zhaoge adjusted his breath for a while, the aura on his head gradually converged and took out something.

It was a piece of stone that looked like a mirror, not transparent, and it seemed to be gray.

But when Yan Zhaoge's eyes fell on it, the surface of the stone flickered with faint light, reflecting Yan Zhaoge's face.

It was Yan Zhaoge who had received the immortal stone in the exotic space where He San lived before.

The conventional function of this treasure is also the function known to the general people before the great destruction, but it is a reflection of the running route of the gas during the practice of the people, and it is presented to other people to watch.

In other words, the main function is actually used to teach students.

When the elders of the Shimen practiced their own work, they used the immortal stone to show the course of the qi movement, and gave a demonstration to the juniors to facilitate their observation and comprehension.

But Yan Zhaoge knows this treasure and has other uses.

He stretched out his fingers and gently stroked on the surface of the life-immortal stone, writing a line of veins, and the surface of the stone piece suddenly showed a different light and shadow scene.

The originally gray stone flakes gradually began to become clear and transparent, like crystals, like a real mirror.

The spiritual light above Yan Zhaoge's head rose again, but there were also images rising in the spiritual light, which looked exceptionally unique.

In the following days, Yan Zhaoge once again began his cultivating days.

Throughout the day, either self-cultivation and continuous savings to prepare for the impact of the Grand Master's realm, or to trace the magic mark on the back of the left hand, or use the crystal furnace to create a broken magic arrow.

Time is passing by, and some days have passed since the retreat of the old master Yuan Zhengfeng.

The internal operation of Guangcheng Mountain is as usual, Yan Di has completely entered the role, and in the outside world, whether it is the Great Sun Shengzong or the Abyss, there is no major movement for the time being.

At this moment, it seems that everyone is united, looking forward to Yuan Zhengfeng's success, and successfully stepping out of the state after marching into the state of Wusheng.

But whether it was Yan Zhaoge or Yan Di, they all knew that this was nothing but an illusion, just the final tranquility before the storm.

One day, Yan Zhaoge was sitting in the house, and the crystal-clear surface of the immortal stone in front of him was already covered with cracks, like a fine cobweb.

Yan Zhaoge's expression was calm, and he stretched out his finger and laid a little light on the immortal stone.

The crystal flakes shattered silently, turned into finely divided powder, then turned into dust and dissipated into the air, as if never existed.

And Yan Zhaoge's head was bright and brilliant.

He walked up and down his body, and in every acupuncture point, it seemed that there was light shining outward.

Yan Zhaoge was bathed in radiance, and the illusory qi seemed to turn into a real auspicious cloud, which contrasted his body.

The dazzling aura above his head began to slowly withdraw Yan Zhaoge's spirit, and the light from his body around him became more intense.

Today, Yan Zhaoge officially marches towards the Grand Master's realm!