Chapter 1: Ye Wuque Has Been in Extinction for Ten Years!

“Bang” “Buzz”

The Yuan force wave was diffused, and there was a sound of two fists colliding, and the flying stone chips were raised. Ye Wuque was hit in the chest by a punch, and his figure retreated three feet before he stopped.

He looked like a boy of only fourteen or fifteen years old, with fair skin. Ye Wuque was handsome, especially his eyes seemed to be naturally bright, adding a strange charm to his still young face.

But at this moment, Ye Wuque looked a little embarrassed, with his black hair fluttering under his martial arts shirt. He didn't look at the opponent on the martial arts stage who defeated him in three moves, but closed his eyes, expressionless, as if immersed in his own world.

“Ye Wuque, eliminated! Murong Hai, wins, enter the next round!”

As the voice came from behind the huge martial arts stage, Murong Hai, who was standing on the martial arts stage, jumped off the stage. He had a scarred face, a burly figure, and was only eighteen years old.

With a proud look on his face, Murong Hai glanced at Ye Wuque, who had his eyes closed tightly. His pleasure and contempt were not concealed. When he walked past Ye Wuque, he suddenly smiled softly.

"Ye Wuque, I really admire you. Have you ever counted how many times you have lost in the past ten years? Oh, by the way, I forgot. A waste like you probably has forgotten what victory feels like. Haha, you are such a... rubbish."

"Fei Wuque was paired with Murong Hai in his first battle. He deserves his bad luck!"

"Fei Wuque was defeated in three moves. Tsk tsk, so weak!"

"Alas, Fei Wuque has never won a single battle in the past ten years, and he has been fighting again and again after repeated defeats for a whole ten years! What a weirdo!"

Surrounding the left side of the huge martial arts arena, there were hundreds of boys and girls who were only eleven or twelve years old, all wearing uniform and well-cut light blue martial arts shirts. Every young face was shining with brilliance and vigor, like the sun that had just risen in the morning.

All this, Ye Wuque, who closed his eyes, seemed to have been accustomed to it, but no one knew that at this moment, earth-shaking changes were taking place in his body!

This change made Ye Wuque, who had been silent for ten years, with a heart as hard as iron and a will as clear as a mirror, tremble slightly. His heart was surging like a tide, and the throbbing from the depths of his soul became more and more intense. He wanted to shout to the sky!

"God will not let down those who work hard! After ten years of silence, I finally got what I wanted. Have I finally succeeded?"

........ "Haha, Binglan, I'm one step ahead, don't fall behind."

Murong Hai, who had already turned into a bright smile, came to the stone bench on the right side of the martial arts field where dozens of young strong men were sitting, and smiled at a girl sitting in the front.

With his arrival, all the eyes full of fighting spirit and fiery were focused on him, and many powerful waves swept up, all of which belonged to the young strong men of the generation of the Murong family sitting here.

"Murong Hai, are you happy to have defeated that rubbish Ye Wuque? Your strength is growing very fast indeed, and you have even broken through to the eighth level of body forging, but compared to Brother Tian, ​​you are still far behind."

A slightly cold voice of a girl sounded, coming from the girl called Binglan by Murong Hai. Although this girl was sitting on the stone bench, her pair of slender legs crossed together formed a charming arc. She was wearing a red close-fitting silk skirt, with flower embroidery on her chest, her slender waist was straight, and on her pointed chin were a pair of extremely beautiful phoenix eyes, a straight nose, and bright red lips. She was an extremely outstanding beauty.

After hearing Binglan's words, Murong Hai's smile froze, and a strong fear and jealousy flashed in his eyes. He smiled and stopped talking, and walked to his stone bench with his eyes closed and sat upright.

And those young strong men who were sitting cross-legged behind Murong Binglan almost showed a touch of envy and respect on their faces at the same time after hearing the words "Brother Tian".

"The next match is Murong Binglan vs. Murong Jie."

At the same time, a strong male voice came from behind the martial arts arena. As soon as the voice sounded, the entire martial arts arena suddenly fell silent, because it was the voice of Murong Changqing, the head of the Murong family.

"Swish, swish"

Two young figures suddenly jumped up from the stone bench and rushed towards the martial arts arena. A gust of fragrant wind blew past. Murong Binglan stood on the martial arts arena that was fifty feet long and wide. Opposite her stood a young man of average appearance. His eyes swept across Murong Binglan's face and flashed a trace of intoxication and love.

Murong Binglan, one of the two Murong sisters!

She has good qualifications, beautiful looks, and a cold and charming temperament. I don't know how many Murong disciples have a goddess in their hearts. Looking at the beauty in front of him, Murong Jie was even a little embarrassed and nervous. Ye Wuque, who had closed his eyes in the martial arts arena, opened his eyes at this moment. The strong will he had cultivated in the past ten years controlled his emotions very well. His eyes were as calm as ever. He looked at the two people standing on the field and walked straight down the martial arts arena. However, Murong Binglan's eyes swept over him, hiding a deep humiliation and disgust.

"Begin."

"Bang" "Bang"

Murong Binglan and Murong Jie broke out into a big fight.

Although Ye Wuque was still excited when he walked down the martial arts arena, he slowly walked to the position behind the martial arts arena and bowed to one of the ten figures sitting there.

"Uncle Changqing, Wuque will go first and go back to practice."

The young man's voice was clear and melodious, as if the defeat just now did not cause any shadow on him.

"Well, Wuque, you go back first."

Murong Changqing's eyes revealed a complicated meaning. How amazing was this handsome young man standing in front of him ten years ago?

Although Ye Wuque was not from the Murong family, since that person entrusted him to the Murong family at the age of four eleven years ago and left that thing, Murong Changqing did not regard Ye Wuque as an outsider, and even found that his cultivation talent was a monster!

At the age of four, he practiced the Murong family's top-grade unique skill "Haotian Jin", and at the age of five, he broke through to the fifth level of body forging. In that year, he defeated the peerless little genius of the same age from Qingming Palace, one of the five super sects in the Northern Sky Region who came here for his reputation.

This news is like a stone that stirs up a thousand waves!

Five years old, the fifth level of body forging, what is this concept?

When a cultivator embarks on the path of cultivation, the first major realm is the body forging realm. This realm is divided into ten levels, tempering the flesh and condensing the blood, corresponding to: "skin, flesh, tendons, bones, and marrow."

And ordinary people break through the first level of body forging at the age of ten and achieve a small success in the skin refining realm, they are called geniuses. If they can break through to the third level of body forging and achieve a small success in the flesh refining realm at the age of ten, they are geniuses that are rare in a century.

Such a rare genius in a century, the Murong family, one of the three major families in Longguang Main City, one of the 100 major cities in the East of the Northern Sky Region, has only produced one in several generations, that is Murong Tian, ​​who is now entering the Murong Forbidden Land for cultivation and is about to come out!

Murong Tian, ​​who broke through the third level of body forging at the age of ten, is known as a rare genius in a century.

What about Ye Wuque, who was only five years old and broke through the fifth level of body forging and reached the minor success of tendon refining before the blood and qi in his body were formed?

Murong Changqing originally thought that God blessed the Murong family and allowed two such geniuses to appear in this generation, but after the five-year-old Ye Wuque defeated the peerless little genius from the Qingming Palace, he made no progress in ten years!

For ten years, Ye Wuque has been staying in the fifth level of body forging, staying in the realm of amazing talent when he was five years old.

Murong Changqing tried countless ways to find out the reason, but he got only one result.

"The blood and qi in the body are inexplicably exhausted and no longer suitable for cultivation."

God is jealous of talents, nothing more than this.

Just after Murong Changqing had to give up, Ye Wuque chose to continue practicing. He seemed to be unaffected and practiced tenaciously.

But in the eyes of outsiders, Ye Wuque could not stand falling to the bottom of the valley, and wanted to restore his genius glory.

They thought that Ye Wuque had been crazy.

"Waste Wuque" became his nickname.

Just as Ye Wuque was about to leave the martial arts arena, a wave of rising sky came quickly from far and near!

"Swoosh"

The powerful Yuan force surged around the body. The person who came was tall and looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. The skin, flesh, tendons, bones, and marrow of his body were all practiced. The blood and qi had already completely merged with the Yuan force, and they were indistinguishable from each other. The lingering white Yuan force was filled with a huge power!

Ye Wuque could clearly see a pale silver crescent moon jumping behind this person, as high as a person. Although it was blurry and very unstable, it exuded a powerful breath.

The white energy slowly dissipated, and the man was wearing a white martial arts shirt fluttering in the wind, with black hair in a bun, combed meticulously, dust-free, handsome, and very good-looking.

"Oh my God! It's Murong Tian! Murong Tian has come out of retreat!"

"His aura? Did he really break through the body-building realm?"

"Hiss! Is that... Po Yue?"

"At such an age, with such a high level of cultivation, he is indeed the best of the young generation of the Murong family!"

... The entire martial arts arena immediately exploded with the appearance of Murong Tian, ​​and countless shocked voices spread, especially those young disciples who were the same age as Murong Tian sitting on the stone benches, all of whom showed bitterness and helplessness. Murong Hai, who was still showing off his power a moment ago, was now silent.

Murong Tian, ​​at this moment, attracted everyone's attention, and he was the center of light.

The two people fighting on the martial arts arena also stopped at this moment, and Murong Binglan stared at Murong Tian with a pair of beautiful eyes, shining brightly.

"Haha! God bless my Murong family! Tian'er, you finally condensed the soul moon and stepped into the first level of Xifan, the Yingpo realm! The Yingpo realm at the age of seventeen! Good! That's great!"

At this moment, an old man sitting next to Murong Changqing stood up suddenly and laughed to the sky. The old man looked ordinary and exuded a gloomy smell, but at this time he laughed very happily.

The third elder of the Murong family, Murong Baishi, is also Murong Tian's grandfather.

"Murong Tian greets the head of the family and the elders."

Speaking lightly, Murong Tian's face was also indifferent, but there was a hint of innate pride in his tone.

"Tian'er, there is no need to be polite. You have successfully condensed the soul moon and entered the Xifan realm at the age of seventeen. At this age, you are also among the top three in the two hundred years of inheritance of my Murong family."

Murong Changqing was also very happy in his heart. As the heir of the Murong family, Murong Tian's excellence undoubtedly made the Murong family have another master in the years to come.

"Yes! Tian'er is a rare genius in a century!"

"I have lived for sixty years, and I have only seen a genius like Tian'er in my lifetime."

"Reward! Patriarch, Tian'er is so outstanding, he deserves a reward!"

...Murong Baishi heard the praises of other elders, and his heart was even more proud and hot. His grandson was so outstanding, it was really a great honor!

Ye Wuque stood behind Murong Tian and had not left yet. His eyes swept across the pale silver crescent moon, revealing a strange light, and his thoughts surged in his heart.

"Is this the symbol of Xifan Realm, the Soul Moon? It is indeed strange."

Suppressing his thoughts and feeling the earth-shaking changes in his body, Ye Wuque was ready to leave here. He had something extremely important to confirm.

This is the fortune he gained in exchange for ten years of extinction!

Today, I finally got what I wanted!

"Master, Murong Tian has something to ask for."

Murong Tian spoke calmly again. As soon as he said these words, Murong Binglan's beautiful eyes lit up as she stood on the martial arts stage. She seemed to have thought of something, and she was overjoyed. She glanced at Ye Wuque, who was turning around to leave, full of disgust and relief. .

"Oh? Haha, I promised you that as long as you can break through to the Mortal Cleansing Realm in this retreat, I will agree to your two requests. Now you have indeed done it. So, Tian'er, if you have any requests, just ask."

As if knowing what Murong Tian was thinking, Murong Changqing immediately smiled.

Murong Tian, ​​who received Murong Changqing's affirmation, suddenly turned his eyes and looked at Ye Wuque who was about to leave indifferently, like a nine-sky dragon looking down at an ant.

"The first thing Murong Tiannai did was to speak on Binglan's behalf, begging the head of the family to take back the engagement between Binglan and Ye Wuque, because he... is not worthy."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

"hiss"

Several gasps of air were heard from all around, and many of Murong's disciples were first stunned and then looked astonished.

"call out"

With a gust of fragrant wind, Murong Binglan flew off the martial arts stage like a fiery red butterfly, stood beside Murong Tian, ​​raised her delicate chin, and said coldly: "Dad, Binglan doesn't want to marry Ye Wuque. Please take back your life, there is no way Binglan will marry a loser!"

The cold daughter's voice spread all around, and instantly fell into the ears of Murong Changtian and the five elders who were sitting together. It also reached the ears of every Murong disciple clearly.

At the same time, Ye Wuque, who also heard the words of Murong Tian and Murong Binglan, was also stunned. This scene fell in the eyes of Murong's disciples, and they instantly imagined Ye Wuque's sadness and unwillingness, part of which was projected onto Ye Wuque. His eyes were full of sympathy and pity, but more of a playful sense of watching a good show.

Sure enough, Ye Wuque turned around quickly.

It's just that the distorted face he expected didn't appear, and was replaced by a relaxed...smile?

Ye Wuque's handsome face was full of smiles, and he clasped his fists and said loudly: "Uncle Changqing, Wuque has rejected the engagement with you a long time ago. It just so happens that today, you can take it back. Wuque is very grateful."

"Forehead"

Dozens of extremely unexpected sounds of surprise rang out again. Countless times, the Murong disciples present had imagined various situations such as sadness, unwillingness, madness, and humiliation, but they never expected that Ye Wuque would answer like this, and it seemed to be from the bottom of his heart. ...happy?

Hearing Ye Wuque's answer, Murong Binglan suddenly felt her eyes darken and could hardly stand still. A strong sense of humiliation instantly filled her heart!

Murong Tian also raised his eyebrows. Obviously Ye Wuque's answer was also beyond his expectation. However, Murong Tian was quite scheming and his eyes were still indifferent. He did not wait for Murong Changqing's answer before speaking again.

"The second thing is to ask the head of the family to give me the Blood Dragon Jade. Ye Wuque is not qualified to own this thing."

These words echoed in Ye Wuque's ears word for word, and his smile gradually faded away, and a bone-chilling chill flashed through his calm eyes!

Blood Dragon Jade, this is the only thing that Uncle Fu left to himself except the letter that cannot be opened. It is currently kept by Murong Changqing. It carries the deepest longing in Ye Wuque's heart in the past eleven years. It is The precious thing he had been longing for had nothing to do with the Murong family.

In other words, this originally belonged to Ye Wuque.

And now, Murong Tian wants to snatch it!