Chapter 1: Ten year of silence..
Boom" "Om"
The Yuanli fluctuated, and there was the sound of double fists fighting, and the flying stone chips, Ye Wuque was hit in the chest with a punch, and his figure fell back three feet before stopping his figure.
However, a 14-five-year-old boy with fair skin and handsome appearance, especially his eyes are naturally bright, adding a strange charm to his immature face.
It's just that Ye Wuque is slightly embarrassed at the moment, his black hair in the martial arts shawl is fluttering, and he does not look at the opponent who defeated him in three strokes on the performance stage, but closed his eyes, expressionless, and seemed to be immersed in his own. In the world.
"Ye Wuque, eliminate! Murong Hai, win, enter the next round!"
With the sound coming from behind the huge martial arts stage, Murong Hai, who was standing on the martial arts stage, jumped off the stage, with a scarred face, a burly figure and eighteen years old.
With an arrogant expression on his face, Murong Hai's eyes swept over Ye Wuque's closed eyes. The pleasure and contempt in it were unconcealed. When he walked by Ye Wuque's side, he suddenly smiled slightly.
"Ye Wuque, I really admire you. For ten years, have you ever counted how many times you have defeated? Oh, yes, I forgot. I guess you have forgotten what it's like to win., Hehe, what a...trash."
"Fei Wuque was turned into a team with Murong Hai in the first battle. He deserves bad luck!"
"Three tricks are defeated without any lack, tusk tusk, really weak!"
"Oh, in the past ten years, Fei Wucai has never won a single battle in countless battles, and he has been defeated and fought again and again for a whole ten years! What a strange thing!"
Surrounding the left side of the huge martial arts field, there are more than a hundred boys and girls who are not eleven or twelve years old, and they are all dressed in light blue martial arts uniformly tailored, each young His face was shining brilliantly and vigorously, like the sun just rising in the morning.
All of this, Ye Wuque, who closed his eyes, seemed to be used to it, but no one knew that earth-shaking changes were taking place in his body at this moment!
This change, even though it has been silent for ten years, and his heart is hardened like iron, Ye Wuque, whose will is polished and transparent, even trembled slightly, his heart was agitated like a tide, and the throbbing from the depths of his soul became more and more fierce.
"The Emperor is worthy of his heart! Ten years of silence, and now I have achieved my wish. Am I finally successful?"
"Haha, Binglan, I'm one step ahead, don't fall behind."
Murong Hai, who had long turned into a brilliant smiling face, came to the stone bench on the right side of the martial arts field where dozens of young strong men sat, and smiled at a girl sitting in the front.
With his arrival, Dao Dao's fighting spirit and fiery eyes focused on him, and many powerful fluctuations swept across him, all of which belonged to the young powerhouse of the Murong family sitting here.
"Muronghai, do you feel happy to win over Ye Wuque's waste? Your strength has indeed grown very fast, and you have broken through to the Eighth Heaven forging Body, but compared to Brother Tian, you are still far behind."
A slightly cold daughter's voice sounded from the girl named Binglan by Murong Hai. Although this woman is sitting on a stone bench, her slender legs crossed together form a charming arc. She is wearing a red close- fitting silk dress with blossoming embroideries on her chest. The small waist that she holds is straight. On her pointed chin is a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, her nose is straight and her lips are bright red. She is an excellent beauty.
After hearing Binglan's words, Murong Hai's smile stagnated, eyes flashed with jealousy and jealousy, he smiled, but stopped speaking, walked to his stone bench and sat down with his eyes closed.
After hearing the words "Tian Ge", those young strong men sitting awkwardly behind Murong Binglan showed envy and admiration almost at the same time.
"The next game, Murong Binglan vs. Murong Jie."
At the same time, an energetic man's voice came from behind the martial arts stage. As soon as this voice rang, the whole martial arts field suddenly became silent, because it belonged to Murong Patriarch Murong Changqing.
"Shoo!"
Two young figures suddenly jumped up from the stone benches and rushed towards the martial arts stage. A scent of fragrant wind rushed past. Murong Binglan stood pretty on the fifty-foot-long martial arts arena, and one stood opposite her. The middle-looking boy, his gaze swept across Murong Binglan's face, and there was a trace of drunkenness and love.
Murong Binglan, one of Murong Shuangshu!
The qualifications are good, the looks are beautiful, and the temperament is even more cold and compelling. I don't know how many of Murong's children are the goddess. Looking at the beauties in front of them, Murong Jie is
even a little cramped and nervous. He originally stood on the martial arts field and closed his eyes. Wucai opened his eyes at this moment. The strong will he has cultivated in the past ten years has well controlled his emotions. His eyes are as calm as before. He looked at the two standing on the field and walked straight down the martial arts arena, but Murong Binglan swept away. There was a deep humiliation and disgust hidden in his eyes.
"Start."
"Boom" "Boom"
Murong Binglan and Murong Jie broke out in a war.
Ye Wuque, who walked down the martial arts field, was still agitated in his heart, but he slowly walked to the position behind the martial arts field and swung his hand at one of the ten figures sitting there.
"Uncle Changqing, Wuxia will go one step ahead and go back to practice."
The boy's voice was clear and melodious, and it seemed that the defeat just now did not cast any shadow on him.
"Well, no shortage, you go back first."
There is a complex meaning in Murong Changqing's eyes. How amazing was the handsome young man standing in front of him ten years ago?
Although Ye Wuque did not come from the Murong family, since that person entrusted him to the Murong family eleven years ago and left something like that, Murong Changqing has not regarded Ye Wuque as an outsider. Cultivation talent can be called a monster!
At the age of four, he practiced Murong's family's superb grade "Hao Tian Jin". At the age of five, he broke through to the fifth layer of forging body. In that year, he defeated one of the five super sects of the Northern Tianyu who came here. The peerless little genius.
This news stirred up waves like a stone!
Five-year-old, bodybuilding five-fold heaven, what is this concept?
When a cultivator embarks on the path of cultivation, the first great realm is the physical training realm. This realm is divided into ten heavens. The physical body is beaten and the blood is condensed. They correspond to: "skin, flesh, tendons, bones, and marrow."
And ordinary people break through the first level of physical training at the age of ten, and they are called geniuses. If they can break through to the third level of physical training at the age of ten, they will be rare in a century.
genius.
Such a rare genius in a hundred years, as one of the three major families of Longguang City, one of the 100 main cities of the North Tianyu East, only one Murong family has been born for several generations, and that is Murongtian who has entered the Murong Forbidden Land and is about to leave.!
Murongtian, a ten-year-old break through the triple heaven of body-building, is known as a genius who is rare in a century.
At the age of only five years old, what was Ye Wuqian, who had broken through the fifth heaven of forging body before forming the blood in his body and reached the level of strengthening muscles?
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