Chapter 402 Huo Family, Huo Xingchen
Among the children who returned to the Yang family, only one Yang Wei reached the level of the Immortal Ascension Boundary, and most of the others were at the level of the True Essence Boundary.
It's not that the talents of the Yang family's disciples are not as good as Liu Qingyao's, it's just that the Yang family's disciples have not been able to get help and support from the family for so many years, and the cultivation environment is slightly inferior. Yang Wei's cultivation is not necessarily worse than Liu Qingyao. But in any case, Liu Qingyao's strength and outstanding aptitude are unquestionable. To win over him is to win over the Liu family.
With such a big help, everyone is watching, but no one has the ability to eat it, and everyone's depressed mood can be imagined.
As for Qiu Yimeng, she didn't say anything like J, but several Yang family children who had contact with her could tell that she didn't seem to have any interest in herself, and she didn't dare to be too reluctant, so she could only put it down temporarily. Plan later.
At night, the sky was gloomy, with dark clouds on top, and it seemed that a violent storm was coming, which made people a little breathless.
The moon was dark and the wind was high, and even a faint coolness came from the core of the air.
Yang Kai sat in the courtyard with his eyes closed, surrounded by invisible powers of divine consciousness, which he condensed and slammed into the void.
The two elders are in retreat, and after a few days of hard work, Yang Kai's realm at the seventh level of the real yuan has reached its peak, reaching a stage of bottleneck.
Although he knew that this bottleneck would break through sooner or later, Yang Kai didn't want to wait for it to come. There is no progress in the cultivation of true essence, so I can only cultivate my spiritual sense to see if I can find some inspiration from it.
Yang Kai has already cultivated his consciousness, but it is strange that until now, he has not cultivated the sea of consciousness.
The divine consciousness without the sea of consciousness is the rootless tree and the sourceless water. Fortunately, there is the help of Wenshenlian, otherwise the spiritual consciousness that has been cultivated would have dissipated long ago.
It is precisely because of this reason that Yang Kai's current divine soul ability has been displayed, and the power is not ideal.
There are only three small levels away from the Immortal Ascension Boundary, and Yang Kai wants to know what the situation will be after he cultivates out of the Sea of Consciousness.
Therefore, during this period of time, he cultivated more and more hard than before. As long as he has free time, he will not delay.
Unlimited use of Divine Soul attack, the consumption of Divine Consciousness power is very fast, just over an hour before and after Yang Kai has a feeling of weakness.
He stopped quickly and closed his eyes.
In the second half of the night, a light rain fell in the sky, and the sound of wings flapping came into his ears, Yang Kai frowned and looked up at the sky.
A looming golden light rushed down like lightning.
After falling on Yang Kai's shoulder, Jin Yuying squeaked softly.
Feeling the meaning conveyed by its cry, Yang Kai's complexion changed slightly, and he quickly rose into the air and flew towards the Beicheng District.
Golden Feather Ying has been helping Pang China in Bamboo Jie for the past few days. It is raised and managed by a special person. It will only come back once a day to ask Yang Kai for the Myriad Medicine Spiritual Liquid. It actually flew back in the middle of the night. Obviously Bamboo Jie helped it. What happened.
The Bamboo Jie Gang is not very powerful, the strength of its personnel is uneven, and there is no oil or water to make, so generally no one will attack it. But tonight was clearly different.
Thinking of the quarrel within the Bamboo Jie Gang a few days ago, Yang Kai had already made up his mind.
Not counting the loss of true essence, Yang Kai had already arrived in Beicheng within half an hour.
In the old nest of the Bamboo Jie Gang, there was a lot of noise at the moment. Pang Chi led several masters in the gang to retreat under the siege of a group of people. The rays of light of various martial arts and secret treasures bloomed around, and people fell from time to time. Can't afford it.
The blood was flowing, and the rain could not wash away the redness of the ground.
The number of Bamboo Jie Gang is not large. At this moment, the number of enemies has more than doubled, and the opponent's masters are not all on the field, and there are even people standing by the side, but in a short time, the Bamboo Jie Gang will be killed and injured countless times. The signs of defeat are all evident, and if we fight again, I am afraid that everyone present will die.
Pang Chi was also full of scars, gritted his teeth and supported it hard. When the enemy attacked, he had already released the golden feather eagle. Now he only hopes that his new master can bring someone to rescue.
After all, he was also a son of the Yang family, and his subordinates should have some masters, right?
The only thing that puzzled Pang Chi was whether Yang Kai would be willing to rescue him!
"Wu Qian!" Pang Chi shouted sharply at a middle-aged man in the enemy camp: "You Xuanguang Club and our Bamboo Jie Gang have always been in the water of the well, so why are you here today?"
That Wu Qian laughed when he heard the remarks, and the corners of his mouth were as cold as a knife: "Pang Chi, why do you know why you ask? My son said that those who do not obey will only die!"
"Do you know who is behind my Bamboo Jie Gang, who dares to face each other like this?" Pang Chi roared while parrying the attack.
Wu Qian curled his lips when he heard the words: "The people of the Eight Great Families will never interfere in disputes between small forces like us, life in the Central Capital is too boring, they want us to fight more, so that they can have some fun. Do you think that after you die today, the person behind you will avenge you? Dream about it!"
Pang Chi looked bitter, knowing that what Wu Qian said was not a lie.
People of the Eight Great Families really won't interfere in the fights and killings of small forces like them. For the people of the Eight Great Families, if these small forces are destroyed, it is no big deal. Every year, countless small forces are destroyed, but these small forces are like bamboo shoots after a rain.
It was for this reason that he did not dare to expect Yang Kaihui to rescue him.
After the two of them spoke, on the roof of the Tongtian Inn, the young man was looking at the battlefield below with a smile on his lips. His eyes were full of interest, as if he was enjoying a good performance.
Beside him, several other experts from the Xuanguang Society quietly accompanied him. These masters did not hesitate to squander their real energy, but they released the real energy and pushed away the raindrops that hit him.
So even though he was standing on the roof like this, he was dressed neatly and was not wet at all.
Seeing the wonderful things, the young man even touched his palms and laughed, and the masters next to him accompanied them carefully, not daring to complain at all.
"Young Master Huo, the Bamboo Jie Gang is dead, do you think these people will be killed or taken away?" Mu Nandou, the manager of the Xuanguang Society, asked softly.
Then Mr. Huo heard a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, and did not answer directly, but said lightly: "This young master has a habit, that is what I want, and I have to get it at the first time, if I can't get it. Then I don't want it anymore, so, you know?"
Mu Nandou's expression froze, and he nodded quickly: "This subordinate understands!"
Xuan Guanghui was supported by this young master Huo when he was bored, how could Mu Nandou dare not obey the master's order?
Before this Young Master Huo wanted to subdue the Bamboo Jie Gang, but was rejected by Pang Chi, which obviously made him unhappy. In this case, there was no need to keep them.
Mu Nandou bowed slightly, his figure swayed, wrapped in a blue light, and shot down quickly.
But before he could reach Pang Chi and the others, a streak of light suddenly shot down from mid-air. Feeling the devastating energy contained in that attack, Mu Nandou's complexion changed greatly and he hurriedly turned around. in one direction, dodge to one side.
At the same time, the other members of the Xuanguang Club shouted from the roof: "Young Master, be careful!"
When Mu Nandou fell to the ground and looked back, he couldn't help but squinted. He found that this young man jumped out from nowhere, but he actually rushed in front of several experts of the Xuanguang Society, and his goal was to be surrounded by stars like the moon. Huo Gongzi in the middle.
Wei Wei lost her mind for a while, and hurriedly flew back. At this time, it was natural that the main house's safety was the most important thing.
While he was still halfway through, Mu Nandou's eyes widened, because the young man was unbelievably strong, with a blood-red long sword in his hand, the sword qi was raging, and countless blood-red petals flew out. No one of the masters could be able to show his sharpness, and they all avoided it again and again, and in the blink of an eye, only the young master Huo was left standing there.
Liu Qingyao is here?
Mu Nandou only had time to think of such a thought, when he saw the young man walking up to Young Master Huo and grabbing him with ease, as easy as pinching a snail with ten fingers, Young Master Huo didn't even have time to react.
It was only at this moment that two tyrannical divine senses suddenly attacked, and immediately, two majestic figures appeared, standing in the air with extremely cold eyes.
Yang Kai held that Young Master Huo's wrist in one hand, and held a sword across his neck. He didn't even look at the warriors of the Xuanguang Society, but stared at the two figures in the air with a sneer.
The opponents are two masters of the eighth level of the Immortal Ascension Boundary, and their strength is no less than that of the Blood Servant!
The Huo family is one of the Eight Great Families. Since this Young Master Huo is a member of the Huo family, he is naturally guarded by experts.
It was just such a small force battle, the two masters were embarrassed to show up, and they believed that no one could do anything to their son under their surveillance, so they quietly hid aside, but did not expect Yang Kai to be so fierce, even They took down their young master before they had time to react.
It was too late by the time it arrived.
Two strands of consciousness wandered around Yang Kai, hesitated for a moment, and slammed into Yang Kai's mind.
Divine consciousness slammed into his mind, like a stone sinking into the sea, without the slightest ripple.
Yang Kai's sneer was even worse!
The two of them changed color suddenly, only then did they realize that the other party was not an ordinary young man.
As a true essence martial artist, he can withstand the attacks of the two of them, and he must have a spiritual treasure on his body. To have such a treasure, his identity must be high. Fortunately, the two of them did not attack just now. With killing intent, he just wanted to save his son from the right hand. Even if he couldn't resist, it wouldn't cause him any harm.
Therefore, this beam is not deeply knotted, and there is still the possibility of resolving it.
Looking at Yang Kai again, the eyes of the two masters became solemn, and there was some jealousy.
It wasn't until this time that Young Master Huo came back to his senses. His courage was not bad. He didn't change any color at all. He just sneered and said, "Dare to put the sword around my neck, you are funny, really funny!"
Yang Kai chuckled: "Really?"
"Do you know who I am?" Huo Xingchen chuckled with a playful look on his face.
"Didn't ask?"
"Huo family, Huo Xingchen!" (To be continued [This text is provided by the breaking dawn update group x-on:花长kong]. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for the recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. .)