Huaguo Jiangnan Province, Suhe City Development Zone.

The midsummer breeze at the end of June, with a slight hint of coolness, dispels the hot air. Around the green belt of Handong's residential community, there are children chasing and playing, as if it is not too hot at all.

As a matter of fact.

Small children are more sensitive to heat.

But Ning Moli, who was dressed in black and black pants, was beside him, smiling and watching Xiao Qian play, and the remnants of the inner yuan flowed, creating a cool breeze alive.

"It's old. ”

"It's really old and useless. If it is left in the current year, the snow in June is all idle. Ning Moli narrowed his ruthless eyes. After all, he was once a law realm above the Martial Sect, and in the ancient times of Huaguo, he was an ethereal immortal.

It's just a breeze, not worth the sun.

But the weakening level of force could not hide his smile.

"Aoyama Sect. ”

Ning Moli whispered. Entangled with pain and remorse, he was tortured by himself for twenty-two years, and it was the belief that the Aoyama Sect had regained its glory that allowed him to continue to live.

Until now, Ning Moli has forgotten about it.

What exactly does he really want...... Countless sleepless nights, the three words of Qingshan Sect echoed through the internal organs and souls, this is a fiery belief that is almost distorted and morbid.

"The Aoyama Sect has returned to the sequence. ”

"The Qingshan Sect has also begun to make a name for itself - the incoming independent patriarch of the Martial Arts Sect Alliance, the recognized leader of the younger generation of Huaguo, is actually a disciple of our Qingshan Sect. Ning Moli slowly sat on the wooden chair in the community, and his wrinkled old face showed a look of remembrance.

In a trance, the resolute gazes of the elders and disciples of the Qingshan Sect seemed to flash in front of him, as if these deceased shouted at the Qingshan Sect in unison, echoing their memories.

There are also granddaughters.

Oh.

That's right.

There are also children who have no conscience, who have been dead for decades.

"See. ”

"You must have seen it. Ning Moli closed his eyes gently, afraid of tears, afraid of reminiscence, the more ferocious he was on weekdays, the weaker he was at this time.

He only hopes.

In his lifetime, he can see the return of the law realm, and he can see the correct name of the Qingshan Sect.

If you are lucky and live longer, with Han Dong's terrifying qualifications, you may be able to make the Qingshan Sect a large martial arts sect.

Suddenly, next to the wooden chair, there was a small sound of milk.

"Grandpa Ning, take it!"

With a bang, Xiao Qian jumped hard, slapped the red balloon and floated towards Ning Moli.

"Xiao Qian has a lot of strength. Ning Moli opened his eyes with a smile and grabbed the balloon. He was about to speak, his face trembling slightly, the corners of his eyes jumping wildly, and he turned his head in disbelief.

Through a distance of 100 meters.

Through the thick curtains of Han Dong's bedroom.

Ning Mo stared at him, as if he saw the bright rising sun below the horizon, accumulating endless strength, and instantly took off, shining high on the Nine Heavens.

Buzz!

The air in the entire community trembled slightly, as if welcoming the rising sun.

Ordinary people can't see it. Ning Moli, on the other hand, had constricted his pupils and stared at a whirlpool with a diameter of about 100 meters, which was an invisible and massless air whirlpool, like a strange scene of reversing the sky.

"Quench the internal organs, and the air is whirlpooled!"

"This is the characteristic of the high-level Martial Sect Realm, as long as the body has a trace of energy characteristics, you can step on the title of the three-step Martial Sect Realm. Ning Moli stood up suddenly, speechless.

Outrageous!

Ren He was once a Dharma Realm Venerable, and he was also in a mood at this time.

"How long has it been?"

"From advancing to the Martial Sect Realm and then to the high-ranking Martial Sect Realm, it only took Han Dong three months?" This was Ning Moli's first gaffe since he accepted Han Dong.

As everyone knows.

The Martial Sect Realm is divided into lower, middle, and high. In fact, the high-level Martial Sect Realm belongs to the pinnacle of the Three Realms of Martial Arts...... Further up, the title of the Martial Sect Realm has already involved the energy-based category of the martial arts level, between martial arts and martial arts.

No exaggeration.

The high-level martial arts realm has the ultimate martial arts power, and it looks down on any scientific and technological hot weapon.

The most important thing is that Han Dong, who is in the middle of the Martial Sect Realm, has the second-step martial arts of the title, and at this time, he has been promoted to the high-ranking Martial Sect Realm, I am afraid that it can be comparable to the third-step Martial Sect Realm!

This moment.

Tranquil bedroom interior.

Han Dong's face was solemn, his right fist was slowly clenched, and the inside of his body revealed a myriad of myriad lights, like a glazed jade, pulling the air within a radius of 100 meters.

"It's a good time. ”

"Today, I have become a high-ranking martial artist. ”

It is completely different from the promotion momentum of normal martial arts practitioners. At this time, Han Dong closed his eyes, and his solemn face turned into a light and indifferent face, as if he was strolling leisurely.

Boom.

Step out with your right foot and stand tall in the air.

Surrounded by wind currents, as if the irresistible rising sun, it instantly broke through the infinite obstacles, and the solid internal force that was majestic to the peak state, fiercely converged, violently contracted, and some immeasurable mystical changes occurred.

Unspeakable, unspeakable, unreasonable.

It can't be checked, it can't be found, it can't be explained.

No matter what changes there were in his internal strength, Han Dong had already advanced to the high-ranking Martial Sect Realm.

Airplanes!

The black and white eyes sparkle suddenly.

"Interesting. Han Dong spread out his palms and looked at the crystal clear skin: "My martial arts foundation is too strong, so promotion is just a matter of course, and it is nothing." ”

The five fingers are closed and glows slightly.

This is not the light of the internal force of the Martial Generals Realm, but the light of the body of the Martial Sect Realm. Unless Han Dong urges the internal force to hide it, once he goes out, he will definitely attract countless eyes.

"Martial arts quenching is truly extraordinary. ”

"I can feel the tenacity of my muscles and bones, and the soft and fragile internal organs are estimated to be comparable to reinforced concrete...... This, this is simply the limit state of flesh and blood. ”

After a moment's silence, he retracted his right palm.

Han Dong wasn't too excited...... Today's promotion to the high-level Martial Sect Realm is really a matter of course.

After all, there was a huge amount of gray and white air currents that strengthened the miraculous effect, laying the foundation for his martial arts three realms.

Disheveled!

Han Dong tried to clench his fists, and the entire bedroom was in a storm, overturning the thin quilt, and even the new emerald green paper drawer was rolling in the air.

The right palm poked out and grabbed the paper and pumped.

Just approaching the paper pump about five centimeters, the internal force trembled slightly, only to see that the unopened paper pump seemed to be twisted three or five times, and then shattered like nothing, turning into confetti sprinkled all over the air.

"Strange. ”

"Solid internal force, should not have such penetrating power. Han Dong was stunned.

What is solid is almost solid.

There is no additional premise of martial arts implications, and the internal force is basically biased towards majesty, because this is the unified concept of the three realms of martial arts.

"Hmm. ”

"Is there a higher form of internal force on top of the internal force?"

Although he couldn't believe it, this thought was like a century-old giant tree that had taken root, lingering in his mind, making Han Dong gasp.

When the second product is made, it breaks the limit of 10,000 catties.

A grade with the internal strength of a warrior.

In the territory of the warrior, the palm has a liquid internal force.

After the general, the internal force is generated.

This is one step ahead, step by step, but Han Dong really can't figure it out...... Dispersion of the invisible internal force, the initial condensation of the tangible force, the internal force of condensation, the liquid internal force, the internal force of the solidification, this is the evolution process of the material form.

So.

What is the form of the solid state?

"Hopefully I'm thinking too much. Han Dong involuntarily rubbed his eyebrows: "If the internal force is too strong, it is beyond my control...... It is estimated that there has never been a solid internal force form in this world, and it is clear that further up is the internal element of the law!"

I pondered for a while.

Han Dong carefully sensed the inside of his body, no longer thinking nonsense, and gently leaned against the door frame, his right palm like jade froze in the air, and gently grasped it.

The internal force controls the power of heaven and earth.

The mobile phone resting on the bed floated when it landed, and the arrow from the string seemed to fall on Han Dong's palm, and there was a > on the screen that was exactly the > of thousands of troops and horses, "Hahaha." Ling Qianyun laughed wildly: "Li Gang and Jiang Whirlwind, you two scissors, the old lady is a fist, you lose!"

"Jiang Fengxuan, not a whirlwind. Jiang Fengxuan was speechless.

Li Gang simply didn't want to speak, he was willing to gamble and lose, so he directly sent a >!

While Ling Qianyun's finger clicked, Han Dong also clicked slightly...... In terms of hand speed, Ling Qianyun is certainly not as good as Han Dong.

"WeChat red envelopes, two hundred. ”

Han Dong's eyes lit up, but upholding the principle of justice, he had no choice but to return the red envelope to Ling Qianyun.

"Hey, hey. Ling Qianyun posted a selfie spitting blood and tears: "Why is there a Chinese coin missing?"

"Bridge tolls?"

"Han!Dong!"

"Well, actually, this is a fee. Han Dong smiled, but shook his head secretly: This Ling Qianyun is usually quite beautiful, but the selfie is too ugly, and it is 108,000 miles away from our family.

And the height is less than 1.5 meters.

I really don't know who gave this child the courage to take a selfie as a chat picture.

"Poor child. ”

Han Dong thought about it for a while, and simply sent a condolence red envelope to Ling Qianyun: How high?

"Yunyun is one meter six, thank you for the leader's big red envelope!" Ling Qianyun, who was just over one meter five, received the red envelope beautifully.

Han Dong exhaled and didn't compare again.

"Hehe, lie to the leader, a violent rain will slap you to death. Jiang Fengxuan didn't believe it at all.

"Hehe. ”

Ling Qianyun was too lazy to take care of it.

This WeChat group chat has become a holy place for the younger generation in the martial arts world, and I don't know how many martial arts geniuses want to join the group chat.

Of course, she has to maintain her image and not let herself go too far.

But immediately after, Jiang Fengxuan, the founder of the Holy Spring Sect, posted a picture of Zhang Mountaineering standing in the clouds, exuding a full of middle and second atmosphere, which almost made Han Dong smile and leaned back together, and also made Han Dong understand the source of Ling Qianyun's courage: "Jiang Fengxuan, can you photoshop your selfie stick?"

"Respected leader Han Dong, this is the power of the overlord, and there is no need to retouch the map. Jiang Fengxuan replied.

"Just call me Han Dong. Han Dong said.

"Okay, honorable leader Han Dong. Jiang Fengxuan secretly laughed, and after him, the same information about the rest of the hidden dragons appeared one after another, and frantically swiped the screen.

"Ahem, as you tease, I have to watch a movie. Han Dong pursed his lips, switched to the interface of the dialpad, and dialed Zhang Hao's mobile phone number.

After the East China Sea.

He lived a normal and leisurely life.

Going out for a walk with her parents Xiaoqian, occasionally getting together with classmates and friends, of course, the most time is to accompany Zhang Hao, because Zhang Hao has reached the limit of the fourth grade of martial arts and is about to hit the third grade.

Three products.

Three products, three products, hey, hey, hey.