Martial God Space

Ye Xiwen was about to rush to Ye Ruxue's courtyard, and suddenly an old roar came from the sky: "Ye Xiwen, come out to the old man!"

Immediately afterwards, a horrible coercion was pressed down, towards the entire courtyard.

This was terrifying pressure. One was caught off guard and almost overwhelmed Ye Xiwen.

"Who!" Ye Xiwen shouted, mingled with innate infidelity and directly confronted that coercion, two infidelities directly collided into a storm.

However, it is obvious that Ye Xiwen's innate ingenuity is obviously not the opponent of the other party, and he has been defeated all the way.

Innate true yuan!

Ye Xiwen's eyes flashed with light, and the person who came was definitely not a disciple of the tribe, because congenital true Yuan only possesses the abilities of masters who are more than six inborn.

When the innate master breaks through the pinnacle of the innate five-level realm, all the acquired qi can be transformed into the innate qi. At that time, the combat power will explode to a peak, but if you want to break through to the innate six-level, This is not only the case, but another transformation will take place, from innate true qi to innate true yuan. This is the second transformation of life.

Once the transformation is successful, the life expectancy has doubled from the original two hundred years to a five hundred year old.

The innate six-level master is much more powerful than the innate five-level, and can almost play a group, and a qualitative change has occurred again.

Yiyuanzong is also based on this standard. Those with a congenital six-fold weight are inner disciples, and those with a congenital six-fold weight or higher are core disciples.

Although the difference is only one level, the actual treatment differs greatly.

And the elders of each division are appointed by core disciples with more than six congenital convictions. Many of these elders are because they are very old, approaching the limit of five hundred years old, but they must be away from the core disciples who have broken through to the true hope. Choose to go to the division to serve as an elder

But even so, these elders are all very scary, far from being able to be compared by ordinary disciples.

"Who are you!" Ye Xiwen was out of the courtyard, but he saw an old Xuanyi standing at his mother's mouth, staring at Ye Xiwen and glared.

Immediately after Zhang Yang, Ye Feng and Ye Ruxue, who had just broken through to the innate realm, also rushed over.

"Who are you Ye Xiwen?" The old Xuanyi said sullenly.

"I am!" Ye Xiwen said.

"It was you little brute who injured our disciples of the Shaoyang tribe!" the old Xuanyi said coldly.

"Who do the little beasts scold?" Ye Xiwen asked.

"Little beasts scolded you..." The old Xuanyi blurted out, only to find the trap between words, his face flushed suddenly, it was angry.

"Hahaha!" The disciples of the Qingfeng Mountain tribute all laughed unscrupulously. They are all elites. Although they are so unremarkable in the Zongzong, they are also all characters in the tribute. How could my head not be smart, and now I understand that this old man in Xuanyi should be an elder of the Shaoyang family.

This is a dead enemy. Even if the other party is an elder, this will not change. The hatred between the two parties has been extended for so many years.

The other party must have been beaten by Ye Xiwen for Huo Cheng and other disciples. There was no way to take part in the appraisal.

"You little beast, you are looking for death!" The old Xuanyi shouted angrily, and the air was distorted as soon as he threw his sleeves. A large gasified hand instantly covered it. Although it is not a big method, its power varies, but it is still very useful for warriors under the congenital six-weight.

"Qiao!" The long knife behind Ye Xiwen instantly unsheathed, blooming a dazzling awn, covering the small half of the sky, shining Ye Xiwen's silhouette like a god of war, with a solemn expression, and long black hair flying with the wind .

Daoman turned into a big knife completely condensed by true energy, and fell towards the big hand, and fell down.

"Zizizizi!"

Daomang chopped on the big hand, and made a sizzling voice. Then, the sharp Daomang evolved a picture of the moon, which was the mood.

With the artistic conception of the falling moon, Daomang, who had already appeared in disappointment, immediately regrouped and continued to fall.

"The artistic conception, how is it possible to actually develop the artistic conception!" The old man Xuanyi opened his eyes wide and looked at Ye Xiwen in disbelief. I can't believe that Ye Xiwen actually practiced the artistic conception. Even among this class of disciples, it can only be said that it is rare, how could it appear on him.

But also, if it weren't for such a wicked talent, how could it be possible to defeat the genius within his own clan.

Thinking of this, there was a flash of murderous intention in the eyes of the old Xuanyi. Such a genius appeared in the hostile division. It must be strangled. Otherwise, it will definitely not be a good thing for the Shaoyang division.

This time, even if you want to fight the danger of being punished by Zong inside, you must kill the danger in the cradle.

In the sky, the moon drawing and the big hand collided fiercely, and the terrifying air waves collided, and the layers were rippling.

The pressure on Ye Xiwen's body is getting bigger and bigger. His knife's intention and the other's big hand collide violently. Strong pressure Ye Xiwen.

Ye Xiwen quickly fell to the downwind, all the bones crackled and popped, this was the intense friction of the bones, Ye Xiwen's flesh was almost as strong as a golden stone, but under this terrifying pressure, the flesh began to emit Popping.

"Old guy, what do you want to do!" Ye Xiwen gritted his teeth and filled his heart with anger. This old guy was indiscriminate, and looking like this, it was possible to kill himself here.

The old man Xuanyi didn't care about it at all and ignored Ye Xiwen. He just pressed it with his big hand, and even Ye Xiwen's moon drawing was crushed.

"Old man, what happened today will definitely be paid back in the future!" Ye Xiwen said, gritting his teeth, a lot of sweat dripping dripping from his face.

Ten years, if another ten years, he can certainly pinch this old guy to death, but now, not yet!

Power is not enough!

For the first time, Ye Xiwen really felt through the heart and lungs that strength, strength, he needs strength, and only enough strength can make today's things not repeat.

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