Wang Teng manipulated the giant sword and did not return to Liberty City, but went straight back to the direction of Xianglong. Arya was suspicious at the moment, but Wang Teng's chill, even if she looked at it, she didn't dare to ask. It wasn't until it was dark that Aryan asked Ye Wenhao about the cause and effect.

When Ye Wenhao told her this shocking news, she couldn't believe her ears, her hands were tightly grasping her cuffs, her eyes were staring blankly, and her body suddenly softened under the sword. In Arya's heart, in addition to the purple Zefeng, the best for her are Long Gaitian and Liu Suifeng. Compared to Wang Teng's hard training in the past ten years, Arya lives like the truly lovely daughter of the Duke's family. She never thought that one day, they would leave themselves, tears falling quietly, slight sobs, overnight.

Wang Teng's body stood upright in front of the giant sword, his clothes were "fluttering" in the night wind, his black eyes were staring at the front tightly, the cry behind him did not hide his ears, at this time, the pain in his heart was twisted like a knife, Ye Wenhao first comforted Ya'er a few words, but suddenly saw Yi Shuihan unconscious, he remembered this sudden bad news, and the sadness from his heart for a while could no longer be concealed, the eldest young master, opened his mouth and cried.

The man in the viscarf sat quietly behind the greatsword, and next to him lay a woman dressed in white. A few stars twinkle in the night sky. His eyes were fixed on the night sky. The bath towel undulates like a thin wave in the evening breeze. All that flashed in his ears were cries, the sound of the wind, and a few shrill bird calls. No one knew what he was thinking at this point.

"Woo ......" The sound of the flute paused, the low sound of the sobbing flute gradually floated around the people, the flute was low like the blood of a cuckoo crying Dou E's appeal, what a sad pain, Ye Wenhao's tears stopped, and the sound did not come out, his teeth bit his lower lip tightly, his fists were clenched, his temper was very straight, but he was not stupid.

With the bodies of Long Gaitian and Liu Suifeng, they will definitely not be the ones who died suddenly after drinking. There must have been another reason for their deaths. Ye Wenhao locked them in the murder case almost immediately, no matter who it was~! Blood debts must be repaid with blood~! Ye Wenhao muttered in his heart, and his face was full of tears, and he sat down under the sound of Wang Teng's flute.

The palms of the hands face the sky, the heart faces the true Buddha, the dragon protects the body, the heavenly tiger protects the spirit, and the battle goes from one star to another. According to legend, the Dragon Crouching Tiger Fist was created by the Dragon Descending Statue in collaboration with the Tiger Arhat. This is a higher multiplication technique in Buddhism. If practiced to the extreme, there will be a strange sight of a dragon haunting him. Ye Wenhao is punching now, but he can make the sound of a tiger, and the power of boxing can't be turned into anything at all. It's not because he's lazy, it's because of his inner desire for power, and he's always had a little taboo.

This taboo comes from his special constitution, and humans are crazy. Ye Wenhao himself really didn't care about the so-called crazy consequences, but he didn't want Wang Teng to worry about himself. As a result, he has been suppressing his thirst for power. Therefore, without Wang Teng's consciousness, he is actually gradually controlling his advanced forces. Ye Wenhao himself knows very well that with his character, the greater his strength, the more impulsive he becomes. Therefore, he has been deliberately suppressing.

"Ah~!" A loud shout, Xiao Zhan stopped, Ya'er cried, crying without tears, his eyes looked at the dark night sky blankly, and suddenly heard the sound of drinking, his eyes suddenly golden victory, Wang Teng's fingers circled, and a tactic came out of his mouth, "OK~!" The time when the greatsword was erected stopped in mid-air.

turned around and looked, only to see sitting on Ye Wenhao's body, covered in golden light, the voice shouted out of his mouth, the golden light formed a beam, and the light came straight up in the dark sky.

Ariel's eyes tightened, and she shouted, "Empty, what are you doing, stop!" Ya'er shouted, Ye Wenhao couldn't hear it at all at this time, although he had slackened the Dragon and Tiger Fist, but the essence of this punch, in his heart, he didn't know how many times he had practiced with his own strength, grief and shame, he actually broke through the realm at this moment.

The highest level of the Dragon and Tiger Fist is that the dragon and the tiger are entangled. Ye Wenhao never dared to try to say the taboo from the bottom of his heart. Now, somehow, he is on the verge of breaking through. Wang Teng looked at Ye Wenhao, he turned a deaf ear to this, and immediately understood more than half of it. When he practices the truth, he has become a practical person. The practitioner spoke of this opportunity. The conditions that most easily trigger an opportunity are great sadness and joy. I think that the incident in Liaoyang greatly stimulated Ye Wenhao, which made him break through the state.

"Brother Yu, what's going on?will he be okay?" Seeing that his crying was ineffective, Ariel touched the tears that were almost dry on her face. She asked hurriedly. Wang Teng frowned and said, "He is breaking through this field." It is not clear whether this is a blessing or a curse. "Brother Yu, the slight cold is currently in a coma, there is nothing to do, you stop him!" Usually, Ya'er would never say such a thing without consideration, but now this situation makes her a woman think too much, her brother died violently at home overnight, her brother grew up in a coma, and her brother has been taking care of him but has fallen into this situation, she can only pin all her hopes on Wang Teng.

The national breakthrough, for any kind of repairman, can't wait, no one will say to give up such an opportunity, although Wang Teng is also worried, but he really can't stop Ye Wenhao, Ye Wenhao thought, he can probably guess the approach, his two brothers, usually look at one more slippery than the other, in fact, one is more stubborn than the other.

"Forget it, we have to grow up. Even our dearest brothers must learn to grow independently. We can't take care of them for the rest of our lives. It's his own way. Let him go by himself~!" Wang Teng took Ariel in his arms and refused.

"I really don't want him to have anything else to do...... Ya'er only said one sentence, lying in Wang Teng's arms and began to cry, half crying for the elders, half crying for Wang Teng, everyone is on the giant sword, perhaps, no one's sadness can be compared to Wang Teng.

Ye Wenhao's journey to break through the realm lasted half an hour. In the end, he managed to sing a dragon song. When the four-clawed golden dragon that was obviously different from the Heavenly Road Continent descended from the sky and wrapped around Ye Wenhao's body, Wang Teng's eyes were full of a crystal smile. He did it~!

After becoming a demon, Wang Teng traveled thousands of miles in a day, destroying morality and destroying Yuan Ying, which meant that he was an apostate. If this is within the confines of distorting the facts, he is almost a wicked man condemned by thousands. While distorting the facts is against heaven, it is not against heaven. Wang Teng's actions are almost apostasy, apostasy, apostasy~! Such a price is a very generous reward for nature, Wang Teng's magic works were directly forced to the realm of the Demon Venerable, this realm, which is equivalent to the time of cultivation, is transformed into the power split of the Heavenly Road Continent, and Wang Teng at this time is already at the level of a battle god.

Ye Wenhao, the final state of the Dragon Descending Demon Fist, has reached the level of a battle saint. However, his true state of cultivation is still at the core stage. After all, he had only been practicing true cultivation for a few months.

With the support of powerful magic, the speed of Wang Tengfei's sword soared. Before the weather cleared, Wang Teng had already flashed to the northeast. The man in the black towel had insomnia. Although he didn't know what kind of artifact the flying sword operated by the young master was, he had already identified it as an artifact. Even so, when he saw the Liaoyang City Gate in the morning, the man was shocked. What a terrible force and weapon.

You must know that he arrived from Liaoyang Free City, it was so fast, this was from his field of vision, and the cost of this vision was not cheap, using it once was equivalent to consuming ten years of ability, and Wang Teng, from Free City to Liaoyang, just stood on the sword all the way, and all of them were flying back by the sword, how could this not surprise him.

When Wang Teng and they fell into the city lord's mansion, it naturally caused a commotion, both inside and outside the mansion were heavily guarded, and after a while, Wang Teng and they were surrounded by elite soldiers, if most of these soldiers didn't know Wang Teng, even if this meeting would cause bloodshed, the soldiers in the northeast were quite strong, under normal circumstances, there was no military password to break in, this was a direct attack without telling the superiors.

Guarding the room were all overweight giant generals, a general in his forties, wearing armor, after hearing the news, he almost ran over, saw Wang Teng, and suddenly felt that he saw a rainbow through the dark clouds, and the obvious crying face naturally unfolded a few dullness.

"Young master, you're back~!" How did Wang Teng come here, he naturally wouldn't ask, this is his basic standard as a subordinate, General Wang Teng naturally knows that he is the garrison of the Liaoyang army, although the official is not high, but in the northeast of this interface, this office means that he is the henchman of the Long family, this person is Lin Mingkai, but Long Gaitian has a general, and Wang Teng is in his army.

Wang Teng was not in the mood to say anything, but after so many years of education, he still had some tolerance from his superiors, his face was expressionless, and his hand was raised gently. Wang Teng said calmly: "General Lin, let's go in and talk." ”

Lin Kai immediately agreed. As soon as he turned around, he opened the road ahead. All the soldiers put their swords in their sheaths and stopped their guns. All the heavily armed soldiers dispersed into the ranks. Before leaving, they all looked at Wang Teng a few times.

After entering the house, Wang Teng's strength and composure disappeared, "General Lin, where are my grandfather and their corpses? I want to see it~!" Wang Teng almost gritted his teeth and said these words, Lin Xingxing was not comfortable, he was a commoner's son, if it weren't for the approval of the old duke, he would have been mediocre all his life, and in this peaceful and prosperous era, the people's lives are booming, and the duke and master both gave up, which is enough to shake the foundation for every Northeast Dragon system.

One day yesterday, he could scarcely recall how he had survived. He did not dare to look at the bodies of the duke and his master. He was afraid that he would go to see them. He couldn't hold back his grief any longer. However, he exposed his feelings in front of the soldiers. Wang Teng made this request. Lin Kai naturally would not refuse. Taking advantage of Wang Teng's turn, he quietly felt the moistness in the corners of his eyes. Lin Kai strode over Wang Teng and took Wang Teng to the morgue.