"Trial qualifications?" Hearing Murong Han's words, everyone shouted. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Could it be that these ten levels are just the beginning?" Wu Tuo asked, seeing Murong Han nodding, he smiled bitterly: "I originally thought that we had reached the halfway point, and we couldn't even enter the door. ”

Hearing Wu Tuo's words, the others nodded secretly in their hearts, they didn't even have the qualifications to get started.

"It's a trial, so there should be some reward. Hua Yi pondered.

"That's right, it's true that there will be a reward after passing. ”

"What is it?" everyone wondered.

"A legacy!"

"You kid got it?" asked the old man in black.

"No, with my current ability, I can't pass at all. And a person can only go in once in a lifetime. Murong Han suddenly remembered what the figure said, nine out of ten if he went in, he would fall there.

"Then you ......"

"I didn't go in, I still had the opportunity. Murong Han said this, which made Li Ye's heart breathe a sigh of relief, comparing Murong Han to the most likely inheritor.

After everyone finished eating, they all went back to their own homes, Murong Han did not return to the dormitory, but left with Li Ye, he needed to settle down, with Li Ye helping him protect the Fa, no one could disturb him.

But before he and Li Ye left, he went to the library and saw the old man who was sleeping fakely, Murong Han saluted: "I don't know what the seniors are looking for me?"

"You have passed all the levels perfectly, I don't know what's so special?" the old man looked at Murong Han.

Murong Han was stunned, it turned out that the other party had been looking at him, and immediately told him all those things, along with what the figure said.

"So that's the case!" the old man nodded, and said to Murong Han: "Go, if possible, you can only go at least when you reach the ninth-order spirit master, and it is best to go after the great spirit master." ”

Murong Han nodded, bowed and left, retreating at the dawn of the night, precipitating what he had learned little by little.

In the retreat, Murong Han exuded demonic energy, his face was already wrapped in black and gray magic patterns, his eyes were red, and the death marks in his hands appeared, but Murong Han was very awake at this time.

In this state, Murong Han felt that his perception was more acute, and he could clearly feel the power of the transformation with the death mark.

He was already thinking about how to make the Birth Seal transform, if the Death Seal was to absorb a large amount of Death Qi, wouldn't it mean that the Death Seal would absorb a lot of Life Energy!

Time passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, a month and a half had passed, and Murong Han was finally out of the customs, at this time he was extremely introverted, if he didn't make a move, he couldn't see his strength at all.

There is still half a month left, Murong Han also began to go out for walking, Wu Tuo's class Murong Han no longer has to go, it is enough to have Li Ye's teaching.

The lines on the purgatory are becoming more and more obvious, almost exactly the same as those on the sarcophagus, and in the last time, Murong Han seems to be brewing something, and the old man Bing asked Murong Han to continue to learn the second form in the remnant sun - the sunset, but Murong Han seems to have other plans.

The green grass was green, the Night Demon Tiger Claw had been opened, and I saw Murong Han pressing his hands on the ground, one in front of the other, one foot slightly cocked back, and a strange aura diffused from his body.

The momentum on his body became stronger and stronger, and when the momentum reached a peak, Murong Han moved, as if a cannonball was shot out directly.

The accumulated momentum exploded at this moment, becoming Murong Han's strength, and Murong Han in the air changed a few movements, and punched out.

A tiger roar sounded in Murong Han's body, and Murong Han pounced like a giant tiger, but the giant tiger's claws were replaced by his fists.

The two-sized trees in front of them were shaken by Murong Han one by one, and they slammed their fists on the stone wall and fell to the ground.

Murong Han looked at his slightly trembling arm, then looked at the crack on the stone wall, and said secretly: "It's so powerful, it's no worse than that move 'Ascending Sun', this punch is the tiger fist composed of those few movements." ”

This punch is all pure physical strength, and when a punch is blasted out, the opponent has a good feeling, and the load is still too great.

Murong Han shook his head, his hand was still painful, and he had already forged his bones, so that the bones in his body had strengthened a lot, if not, then this arm would be broken now.

Murong Han was secretly glad that he couldn't perform this trick in the Ancient Ruins because his bones were not strong enough, otherwise, he would not have broken bones, and I am afraid that his entire arm would explode because he couldn't bear the strength.

As if thinking of something, Murong Han used this trick again, bombarding the stone wall, sometimes frowning, and sometimes stretching out.

The medicinal properties in his body have been repairing Murong Han's arm, and if he is replaced by someone else, he has to rest for two or three days, but Murong Han has obviously entered a special state, and Old Man Bing did not disturb him, letting him go on like this.

This trick takes too much time, and only after Murong Han is proficient can he shorten the time, and Old Man Bing knows that Murong Han is making some kind of attempt.

Time passed little by little, Murong Han never stopped, there was medicine to recover from his injuries, and at this time, Murong Han only had his own fist and the stone wall in his eyes.

The day after tomorrow was the day when Murong Han fought against Mo Yuan, Ye Yu summoned Mo Yuan after he recovered, and no one saw Mo Yuan for a few days since.

The time it took for Murong Han to cast his tiger fist was getting less and less, and the cracks on the stone wall were getting smaller and smaller, if anyone was watching these days, they would already have questions about why Murong Han's attack power was getting smaller and smaller.

But there was an approximate interval between each of Murong Han's attacks, and there was no repetition, and when the last place was hit by Murong Han, Murong Han stopped.

Looking at the intact piece of stone wall, Murong Han knew that he had succeeded, and with a light touch of his fingers, the huge stone wall in front of him split apart and fell little by little.

"Old man Bing, how many hours have passed?" Murong Han took off his already soaked clothes, revealing his sturdy body, and although his muscles were not big, they were very well-proportioned.

"It won't be long before the day after tomorrow is the day when you fight that kid, aren't you happy?" said the old man Bing.

"Why is it so fast!" Murong Han's tone was a little surprised, he seemed to have only passed a little bit of time.

Sure enough, there is no Jiazi in the mountains, and there are no years of cultivation. It's no wonder that the retreats of the big names are counted in hundreds of years, and this time passes in an instant.

Murong Han immediately left with the sarcophagus on his back, found a stream, jumped down and took a bath, and then returned to the dormitory and fell asleep without the slightest sense of urgency.

He fell asleep quietly, and in his dreams, he saw a little black tiger with a sickle on its back, toddler, falling to the ground as he walked, but standing up unyieldingly.

As time passed, the little tiger grew up a little, something seemed to grow behind the tail, and tender claws grew on the tiger's palms, like the new shoots of a baby.

The black tiger was scratching at the tree for a while, and kept scratching, and the young claws gradually sharpened and became lethal, and it captured a rabbit with its claws.

Absorbing the rabbit's qi and blood and turning it into its own strength, the tiger cub slowly grew up a little, and then the picture changed.

The sky was full of stars, and a bright moon appeared in the sky, and Murong Han saw a piece of iron chain growing out of the tail of the black tiger cub, and what else was on it.

I saw the black tiger cub standing on a stone, making movements one by one, its limbs trembling, these movements he was very familiar with, it was "Tiger Cub Chapter!!

No wonder Murong Han felt that those movements were very strange, they were not human movements at all, they were really tiger cubs!

The black tiger stood on the stone, thinking about catching the bright moon, and the movements he had just made were superimposed, and the little tiger jumped towards the moon.

Murong Han looked a little obsessed, and suddenly he saw the black tiger's face getting bigger and bigger, and shouted: "Brother Murong!"

The black tiger's face changed, gradually turning into a human face, and the black tiger's body became larger, became fat, and walked towards Murong Han.

The young tiger's face gradually turned into a fat man's face, and he ran towards Murong Han with a flick on his face, his expression becoming more and more humane.

Murong Han directly kicked the other party away, and shouted: "What a demon!"

Immediately followed by a miserable scream, Murong Han heard this voice and exclaimed: Qian Wanguan!

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