The colorful brilliance condensed in the center of the inker's eyebrows, and a faint villain-like thing appeared above the inkman.

From today onwards, you will be a disciple of my Xuanyuan Young Emperor. The figure looked at the inkman and sighed, "Apprentice, this is the last thing I can do for you." ”

A strange brilliance poured out of the figure's body, washing the ink man's body regardless of it, and with the surge of these brilliance, the figure became more and more faint.

"After that, it's up to you. The figure sighed, and the next moment, it completely dissipated between heaven and earth, as if it had never appeared again.

"Ah, my head" the inkman rubbed his heavy head and got up from the ground. Do you want to kill me? When will beer burn my head? The inkman said in a daze.

"Isn't it, I actually slept here?" Looking around at the empty surroundings and then at the lawn beneath him, Moke himself couldn't believe that he had slept all night on the football field.

"I'll go, what's going on" Suddenly, the inkman found that his skin was covered in a layer of black substance, and a fishy stench mixed with the smell of alcohol came to his nose.

The foul smell that came to the nose was that the ink artist himself couldn't stand it, "What's the situation, I'm going to take a shower and wait to be treated as a beggar." ”

It's just that last night's incident, Moke has already forgotten everything, and he has no impression of what he did when he was drunk.

"What the hell is going on?" wondered the inkman.

"Could it have something to do with last night's meteor, isn't that a hallucination?" the ink man thought of the brilliant meteor he had seen last night.

"Buzz"

The next moment, the ink artist only felt as if something had exploded in his mind, and countless memories came like a tidal wave, hitting the ink artist's nerves. There was a tingling pain in my mind, and everything around me seemed to be still at this moment.

"That's how it is" After a long time, the ink man opened his eyes, and at this moment, he finally knew what had happened to him.

Meteors are real, but they are not meteors, but a heritage, a strong inheritance.

Young Emperor Xuanyuan was originally a martial artist in the Four Emperors Realm, but after hundreds of years of hard work, he finally reached the level of Martial Emperor, left the planet where they were located, and traveled the universe. And in the countless years of traveling in the universe, Xuanyuan Young Emperor also formed a lot of grudges, and was finally hunted down to death by the enemy, and this meteor-like thing is the inheritance he left before his death. This inheritance has drifted in the gap of time and space for an unknown number of time and space, but it merged into the body of the ink artist last night. In the process of fusion, the residual energy left in the inheritance of Xuanyuan Young Emperor removed the impurities in the body for the ink man, if other martial artists far away knew, I am afraid that they would envy him to death, this is a great opportunity.

"Qualifications are improved, and muscles and bones are reshaped. I see, Xuanyuan Young Emperor's predecessors were really prescient. The inkman sighed.

Most of the martial artists practice from a young age, and the Young Emperor Xuanyuan is worried that his heirs are already adults and cannot cultivate, so he will leave a force to reshape the qualifications of the ink artist. If there is no power to reshape the physical qualifications of the ink man, even if the ink man gets the inheritance of the Xuanyuan Young Emperor, it will be difficult to cultivate.

As soon as he thought that he could also have the means of a martial artist in the memory of Xuanyuan Shaohuang, the ink artist was excited, flying to the sky, turning over rivers and seas, these are all pediatrics, and even like Xuanyuan Shaohuang, traveling in the universe is not a dream!

"Yang Nuo, perhaps, I should thank you. The inkman muttered, unlike last night's dejected soul, he was full of confidence at this time.

"Master!" Moke knelt on the lawn and kowtowed three times, in the world of martial artists, inheritance is extremely important, and apprenticeship is one of the most important things in the career of a martial artist.

"Master, although you and I have never met, but the disciple has your inheritance, if he has the ability to avenge you one day, he will be the enemy. The inkman said solemnly.

"But the top priority now is to go back to the dormitory as soon as possible to wash up. The inkman looked at his dark body and smiled bitterly, if this was seen, he would definitely be regarded as a beggar.

"Bang"

Pushing open the door of the dormitory, Moke rushed straight to the bathroom.

"Brother Mo, did you bring me breakfast??" At the same time, a voice came from behind Moke.

"Fragrant you, brother fell into the stinky ditch. Hearing this, Moke was also speechless for a while towards Ye Jiang, an otaku.

If you want to talk about Moke himself, he can be regarded as a house, but compared to Ye Jiang, the gap is huge, just now, it is obvious that Ye Jiang played an all-night game last night. Seeing that the college career is over in more than a month, only Moke and Ye Jiang are still left in the four-person dormitory, Chen Le and Jiang Chao have already moved out of the dormitory, one is with his girlfriend, and the other has returned to his hometown to become a civil servant.

After taking a shower, changing his clothes, looking at the fair face in the mirror, and rubbing his delicate skin, the ink man was pleasantly surprised, "Washing hair and marrow still has a whitening effect? ”

"Brother Mo, what did you say?" Ye Jiang, who was playing a game on the side, glanced at Moke.

"Hey, Brother Mo, I don't think you're a little right today. Ye Jiang looked at the ink ke, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Ah Brother Mo, you have turned white, and you are very spiritual. A bright light flashed in front of Ye Jiang's eyes, and he immediately smiled and said, "I remember that you didn't go back to the dormitory last night!"

Moke rolled his eyes, college couples, it is no longer news that they don't go back to the dormitory on weekends, and it's a shame that Ye Jiang can actually think of this.

"Brother Mo, did you eat breakfast?" Ye Jiang suddenly leaned over and said in a low voice.

"Not yet, to put it bluntly, I don't have a hobby in this area. Moke slightly widened the distance between himself and Ye Jiang, and said with a disgusted expression.

The smile on Ye Jiang's face suddenly froze, and he hurriedly said, "I'm a pure master." Brother Mo, you see, I'm not empty here, how about you help me buy breakfast by the way?"

"When have you ever been free?" Moke pouted, according to Ye Jiang, this computer is his wife, and no one can replace it.

Shaking his head helplessly, Moke still went to the cafeteria to buy breakfast, and after breakfast, Moke came to the park next to the teacher's apartment. This park is a small lake near the teacher's apartment, and a single-family villa is built next to it, mainly hosting some experts and scholars. Therefore, there are not many people here on weekdays, only some elderly people exercise in the morning, which is more suitable for ink artists to practice than the dormitory.

The inkman found an inconspicuous clearing and sat down cross-legged.

According to the memory of Xuanyuan Shaohuang, the cultivation of the warriors of the Four Emperors Realm, according to different strengths, is divided into nine levels: Martial Disciple, Zhuji, Po Dan, Martial Sect, Martial Emperor, Martial Saint, Martial Emperor, Martial God, and Martial Zun, each level is divided into nine stages according to the level of cultivation, and some are divided into twelve stages. Originally, Moke didn't cultivate, and he wasn't even a martial artist, but after the power left by Xuanyuan Shaohuang, his strength was almost the same as that of an ordinary three-star martial artist. A martial artist at the level of a martial artist is okay to deal with some ordinary people, but when he encounters a real master, he has no power to fight back at all, and he is the lowest level of existence in the Four Emperors Realm.

Therefore, the current ink can only be compared with some special forces at most, or even the same, and the elite special forces can clean him up casually.

This is a modern society with many thermal weapons, so I am afraid that only at the stage of building the foundation can the threat of ordinary thermal weapons be avoided.

The ink man sighed, I still have to hurry up and cultivate, my path to domination, my journey to the world, I am here