Mr. Ke, the oldest old man in the blood refining division here.

He's more than three hundred years old,

His blood has not evolved successfully, but how can he live to be four hundred years old if he combines drugs and beast blood.

Of course, because it is not a complete blood refining technique, although he can live to four hundred,

However, it will also get older and older, and when it finally dies, there will be bones left.

At the same time, in the middle of the night, the pain is unbearable.

Mr. Ke has a fire in his heart, and he has nowhere to vent. His name is Bogu, Mengtian left here with young people, and the books here are not for anyone to read.

"No, Mr. Ke, let him see. Bogu had listened to this old man before, but now he refused.

"Yes, let him see. Mengtian also said firmly.

No matter how senior anyone is, it's useless.

This is related to the birth of the true blood refining technique.

Who would dare to stop it?

Who is the sinner of the ages in the history of the blood refiner.

"What do you mean by that?" looked at Mengtian, who used to listen to himself very much, Bogu. actually refuted himself, to be honest, Mr. Ke was a little confused.

"You ...... What the hell are you doing?" Mr. Gram asked.

"I, with a clear conscience. Regardless of Mr. Ke's condition, Bogu still said, "I am for the birth of the great blood alchemy. ”

"Yes. For the birth of the great art of blood alchemy. Mengtian also has passion in his chest and is full of momentum,

Blood refiner, it takes a lifetime,

Why?

Isn't it the true art of blood refining?

"Blood Alchemy, do you believe this young man...... Ridiculous, ridiculous......" Mr. Ke was furious, pointing at Bogu, Mengtian, his fingers were extremely angry, and he trembled slightly.

Bogu, Mengtian also didn't give an inch.

"Good, good, good......" Mr. Ke was furious and walked away, shouting at the same time, "With him without me, with him without me...... Jokes, jokes, we old people, we haven't created the art of blood refining, do you believe a young man? ha......"

Departed with mocking laughter.

"Bogu, Mengtian, you are confused. ”

"Go and apologize to Mr. Chake. ”

The other old and reading blood refiners came one by one, all of them were called Bogu, and Mengtian went to chase people.

Think of Mr. Gram as their hope. The oldest person is also the one in their group who has the most hope of creating the art of blood alchemy.

Bogu and Mengtian glanced at each other, but they both shook their heads and refused.

If Mr. Ke is chased back by them, Mr. Ke will definitely ask Wu Tian not to read here.

In their opinion, Mr. Ke is the oldest person, and he is also the person who is most likely to create the true blood refining technique in their group.

But most likely, it doesn't mean that it will succeed.

There used to be a man who was older than Mr. Gram, but in the end he died of old age.

He lived only five hundred and thirty-five years.

For the sake of the truly great blood refining technique, Bogu Mengtian decided not to chase it.

"You ......"

"Are you two sick today?"

The blood refiners here blamed Bogu, and after the dream, they went to chase Mr. Ke.

...... Bogu, Mengtian stood in place, ignoring the attitude of the other blood refiners.

It was their last ditch stand.

They looked at Wu Tian who was reading a book again, Wu Tian was still like that,

Read a book, turn the page directly, and it seems that just like that, after reading a book.

Bogu, Mengtian's face was strange, tangled, struggling, and uncomfortable......

They are also afraid that Wu Tian is teasing them,

But they have already made a choice, so they can only stand firm in that choice.

But in their hearts, they are also afraid.

If Wu Tian was just joking, then Bogu, Mengtian knew that he was finished.

...... Just when Wu Tian was reading a book in the ancestral hall of the blood refiner, Dao Crazy and others were also practicing, and Zhou Wei was practicing boxing, practicing while walking, and finally gradually walked out of the palace.

"These five square fists are really the king of boxing. ”

The more I practiced, the more I felt that Wufang Boxing was infinitely mysterious.

The boxing he practiced before, now that he thinks about it, it's bullshit.

Zhou He's heart was excited, his heart was boiling, with the Wufang Fist, the Heavenly King Realm could no longer satisfy him.

"This Blue Emperor Fist seems to be suitable for cultivation in the early morning, and this Red Emperor Fist ......"

When he was thinking about how to cultivate and be more fast, he heard footsteps and someone approaching him.

Zhou Wei turned his head to take a look.

"How are you?"

It is the elder of the Divine Fist Sect, the disciple.

They didn't dare to enter the palace to find Zhou different.

The Divine Fist Gate can't be without a master for a day, and they can only be anxiously outside the palace, waiting for an opportunity.

Now I finally waited for the opportunity for Zhou Wei to come out alone.

So, they couldn't help but look for it,

"Door master, we miss you so much. ”

"Door master, did that Wu Tian torture you?"

"How could he torture me?" disciples, the words of the elders, made Zhou Wei stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he sighed: "Don't misunderstand the Lord of Wu Tianmen, the Lord of Wu Tianmen, erudite and talented, the old man follows him, it is the most important decision in the old man's life...... As for the position of the master of the Divine Fist Gate, you can find someone else. ”

What kind of god fist sect master, Zhou is not the same old naughty boy, it is not uncommon now.

"What? You don't want to be the master of the door, who should be?"

"Door master, how can you talk like that, you must have been deceived by Wu Tian. ”

The elders and disciples advised one by one, but one of the elders couldn't help but notice Zhou's different fists, among which the fist blade, although it did not move, but the qi contained in it, made this elder stare at it, and he couldn't help but feel trembling.

"Door master, you...... Your fist ...... How can it be so powerful?"

"This?"

Zhou Wei raised his clenched fist, he had not yet achieved the point of compressing his strength, simplifying the complex, and introverting his power like Wu Tian.

His fist was sharp: "This is the boxing technique taught to me by Lord Wu Tianmen." ”

"What, he taught you? How can he be a young man, how can he have such martial arts......"

The elders, they were incredulous.

As the elders of the Divine Fist Sect, of course they could see that Zhou Wei's boxing skills cultivated at the moment were invincible.

"What's wrong, Elders?"

"yes, what the hell is going on?"

The disciples of the Divine Fist Sect looked shocked when they saw the elder's expression, and they were puzzled for a while.

"If my guess is correct, this punch is a no-grade punch. An elder said solemnly.

"Martial arts are divided into Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, no grade, what does it mean?" the disciples didn't know.

"A non-grade martial art is a special martial art, which means that a martial art that can be infinitely improved, a yellow-level martial art, no matter how powerful it is, it is limited to a yellow-level martial art. The non-grade martial arts are different, there were once rumors that someone auctioned a non-grade martial art, which was worth ...... A kingdom of seven stars. "There was an elder who also spoke solemnly.

"What?" Hearing this, the disciples were all startled, and their faces changed greatly.

The elders, whose tone also revealed surprise, looked at Zhou Wei and said, "Door master, he ...... Did he really teach you this martial art?

(End of chapter)