Tribulation of Myriad Clans

Time flies, the blink is already deep autumn.

The whole forest has been flourished, only Cuizhu is still lush.

The sky is covered with forests.

Suddenly, a hurricane swept, deciduous flying, in a yellowish, a cyan shadow is like leaving rabbit, and it is fast in the forest.

Falling, the eyes of the eyes, the hands of the hands, lightly drinking, a palm print, with a whistling hard, rushing to a big tree, a high-ranking big tree.

I only heard a sulf, the big tree trembled, and several yellow leaves that were already going to fall will never have this huge force, and they have been overwork.

The big tree seems to have could not withstand this huge impact, and the trunk can be obvious to see a perceptual prostitute.

Qing Ying looked a bit turbid, and some were delighted with his hands, said: "Teacher, I succeeded."

As the voice just fell, a ghost white shadow suddenly appeared, it was ancient soul.

Qingyo is Ye Fan is undoubtedly.

I looked at the palm print on the trunk, the ancient soul is no expression, and it is light: "It's just like it. Now I can only be introduced, I have to practice hard."

"Yes, the disciples understand." Ye Fan nodded.

"Ok, today's homework has not been done, let's get started."

"Yes." Ye Fan took off his jacket and jacket after it and exposed it.

There is no half a family disciple to enjoy the rich white skin of Ronghua, and there is a scar in Ye Fan. There is also a new injury. As long as it is the place where the naked eye can be covered.

The ancient soul does not seem to be smart, the right hand is wager, and a scarlet long whip is lying in Ye Fan.

I only saw a blood red hindrance.

Ye Fan seems to have no feelings, nor pain, not itch, face is flat.

In fact, this whipping, I have never known how many times I have been in these three months, almost numb.

From the first day of understanding, Ye Fan has already had a mass transformation.

He understands that this is the simplest cultivation method of the strong body of the ancient soul, and it is also the premise that he wants to cultivate the heaven and earth.

These three months come to Ye Fan forgot to be unforgettable, how many times will be coma because of endurance and will not endure the body and the destruction of the will.

But the soul will shot yourself and then let almost cruel hitting.

Ye Fan even thought that he would die, but eventually came over.

The reason is nothing more than every hit ancient soul, it is very in place. Basic Mountain is his own limit, and then cooperate with the powerful cultivation of the ancient soul, Ye Fan is to die is not too likely.

The most beginning of the ancient soul is only to train themselves, handle and fist.

But over time, slowly, Ye Fan has basically immunized these attacks, which means that there will be no effect on continuing training.

Just when Ye Fan thought the pain, the ancient soul changed another training method.

It is now this kind of soul whipping.

This kind of whipping will make Ye Fan suffer endless pain on the body, even if he thinks that the unbearable will and soul are trembled.

Compared with the days of backing in the mountains, it is a hell with a hell.

It's another whip to smoke, Ye Fan brows slightly wrinkles, but there is no sound, like this body is not his own, there is no feeling at all.

The ancient soul nodded, said: "The little guy is very fast, but it is unexpected."

"Hey, the disciples are not outside the teacher's expectation?" Ye Fan smiled.

"Don't be proud, today is going to look at it." The ancient soul is like.

"Hey." It is a whip, Ye Fan is slightly fiddling, but there is still no sound.

I smiled and said: "Teacher, are you not so angry?"

"Since you are surprising to find abuse, what is the teacher who does not meet your wishes?" The ancient soul smiled.

Another more crisp sound sounded, scattered the countless birds in the forest.

Ye Fan couldn't help but snorted. There have been a more eye-catching blood marks in the chest, there is no accident, and the ancient soul should have a lot of strength.

Some are proud to look at Ye Fan, the ancient soul game: "Little guy, if you can't stand, ask for mercy, but don't hard."

"That is to watch the teacher if there is this business." Ye Fan smiled.

"Okay, there is a bone, then don't blame the teacher."

Ye Fan has a soul, thinking: Do you blame you? Which shot is not "my heart,"? Said that it is better to say that it is better not to say.

Seeing there is no sound, the soul of the soul is waving again.

The continuous whipping sound of the whole film, after half rang, the ancient soul has been taking twenty whip.

However, Ye Fan is still biting his teeth, although it is full of sweating, it has been filled with blood marks, but there is still no sound. The land under the feet has been stepped out by Ye Fan, and the footprints are still deepening.

It is a hit.

Ye Fan couldn't help but hear, his hands were exposed, and the sound came.

"Twenty-two." The ancient soul waved once again.

Ye Fan is suffocating, and the body is slightly trembling, full of redness.

"twenty-three."

Ye Fan looked with a pain to reduce the pain of the body and the soul.

"twenty four."

"..."

"Forty-nine." The soul flashed in the eyes.

Ye Fan's body, almost fell, and quickly supported it, struggled to stand up, wiped the sweat on the head, looked at the small pit that had not on the calf, showing a smile.

The ancient soul nodded, showing a thumb: "Yes, it can stand in the whole forty-nine, which has made a lot of progress than yesterday. Today's training has been completed, you can rest."

The ancient soul finished the soul, and his hands were left behind.

"Teacher, etc." Ye Fan raised his hand to stop the soul.

The ancient soul turned, looked at Ye Fan with a confusion, asked: "Are you still something?"

Ye Fan nodded, rushing to the ancient soul, a gift: "Teacher, disciples still want to train today."

"Do you want to continue?" The ancient soul did not believe his ears, and asked in an amazing.

This kind of soul whip's power does not know, but as the ancient soul of the caster is a clear two, and the warrants are basically unfolded.

However, Ye Fan's potential seems to have no limit. Every day, I will give yourself a surprise, and now I can insist that you can have a big exception to yourself.

As early as half a month ago, when Ye Fan could withstand the thirty whip, the ancient soul has already let Ye Fan began to cultivate the heavens and the earth, and this half a month has just not wants to make a few months of training. It is also for more secure cultivation to let Ye Fan continue.

However, as far as the current situation, Ye Fan has completely adequately have enough body and blood to cultivate heaven and earth, and do not have to worry about accidents.

But I didn't expect Ye Fan actually took the initiative to continue to train, which made the ancient soul.

"Well." Ye Fan nodded.

The ancient soul is silent for a moment, swinging the hand: "No, in your current situation, it has been fully capable of cultivating the heavens and the earth, and this half a month has also achieved results, no need to continue training. "

Unexpectedly, Ye Fan is very persistent, said: "The disciple is just what is the limit it is."

"Limit?" The ancient soul is white, and you are dark: "You are a unlimited guy, every day's limit is different, what is good?"

"Teacher, can you be afraid?" Ye Fan saw the ancient soul hesitated, and he was angry: "It didn't have a hand before you played it. How can this be a conscience to discover?"

"I found you a head." The ancient soul got a bite: "I just didn't think that you have this kind of person in the world, I have to ask you."

"Maybe this time was addicted by the teacher." Ye Fan smiled.

The ancient soul is in an unlikely, and he understands that Ye Fan's true purpose is just that he wants to have a breakthrough limit.

Although some can't bear, it is a teacher, naturally, I hope that my disciples are enhanced.

The ancient soul nodded agreed, faint: "This is good, I am also very curious about your limits."

The scarlet soul is once again smoked to Ye Fan.

It was originally still a smile, and the face was stiff. It seems to be a little pale. After a while, I repeatedly spit a turbidity, and I returned sometive.

"OK?" The soul of the soul asked seriously.

"Of course, who makes me your disciple?" Ye Fan smiled.

"Hey." It's a hit, Ye Fan's legs are numb, and the whole person has some stations, and the hands are supported, and they start to breathe, and they can't help but hook.

The ancient soul stopped in the half-air hand, some concerned: "Little guy, come here today, it is estimated to have internal injuries."

When you bite your teeth, you have a torn pain, Ye Fan is shaking his head, said: "No, today, please don't stop, please don't stop."

Ancient soul still wants to say anything, but he understands Ye Fan's temper, and it is basically not changed, especially in cultivation, as long as it is helpful, so even the oil pot under the rock is not estimated. give up.

I sighed a little, the ancient soul once again waved the soul of the hand.

Although Ye Fan has tried to control himself, the kind of non-human pain still let him start, as the rush of the soul, Ye Fan's voice is also a heavy one.

Finally, even have become mourning.

It's a whip of the foot, Ye Fan finally can't support it, and the sky fell down, and he wanted to struggle. Close, the whole person has been emptied, and the past is dull.

The ancient soul took the soul long whip, stared at Ye Fan: "Little guy, why are you?"

Answering his only a slight cold wind, and a smile that has been brushed in Ye Fan's mouth that has been coma.