Song Jun nodded, and a vague smile appeared on his face and said: "Yes, innate skills, ten thousand laws, innate is the most, I'm afraid you don't know this sentence." Don't talk about you, not even my father may know that.

Innate power, can calculate the past and future, good fortune and misfortune, mystery and mystery, the door of all wonders, legend, innate power is a direct point to the avenue of the supernatural power.

In fact, I have cultivated the innate skills, and I have already felt the danger of the Song family in the capital, not only is the Song family in danger at this time, but as long as I come to the capital, I will also be involved in this endless danger, but I am destined to go through this catastrophe, so I can't escape. Now, I finally understand what this catastrophe is all about. ”

Having said this, Uncle Hai didn't understand very well, even if it was Song Liang, who had always been Song Jia's descendant, he didn't understand this matter very well, how many years has no one in the Song family been able to cultivate innate skills, this Song Liang has almost forgotten it, if it weren't for the news that Song Jun, the eldest brother, had cultivated innate skills, then at this time, Song Liang might not have remembered that there was such a kind of supernatural skill in his family.

Song Jun took out some fragments from the pocket on his chest, which was the three-legged tripod that Liu Wei gave him, which was broken by Uncle Hai's tiger descending the mountain and washing the world with a palm.

At this time, Song Jun turned around, looked at Qian Xiaofei and said: "Fei Shaohao Yaxing, go all the way to Jincheng, just for the Liu family's dog training, I don't know if you are Weishenme will do that, but I can tell you a piece of news." Free, this three-legged tripod is the key to the Liu family's dog training. ”

Hear here. Qian Xiaofei was stunned, he had all kinds of speculations before. Guess what kind of magical power this dog training technique is, but, no matter what, I didn't expect that this dog training technique is some broken fragments, as if, Song Jun said that this is a small three-legged tripod, looking at those fragments, it really looks like a small three-legged tripod has been broken.

At this time, Qian Xiaofei was full of suspicion and said: "The three-legged tripod is the key to dog training, this news is true or false." I've never heard of it all over again. ”

Song Jun looked at the broken three-legged tripod in his hand, thoughtfully, just now, at a critical time, a powerful liliang poured into his body, thinking about it, this liliang should be produced after the three-legged tripod was broken.

And in such a situation, Song Jun also understood what kind of means the Liu family's dog training technique was. At this moment, Song Jun faced Qian Xiaofei's question, thought for a while and said, "Such a simple thing. Probably the Liu family didn't expect that the secret of this three-legged tripod is so simple, now, you are optimistic. ”

Let's say that the glory in the hands of Song Jun is circulating. A red light flickered, enveloping the shattered three-legged tripod, and at this time. A miracle happened, and the three-legged tripod was shrouded in red light. The pieces of fragments melted together like flowing water.

For a while, it re-condensed into a small three-legged tripod. Mysterious and mysterious, the door of all wonders, but it's as simple as that.

Song Jun was stunned by everyone, picked up the intact three-legged tripod and said: "Innate Gong is so magical, now you know Weishenme, Qiankun Wanfa, Congenital First, Innate Gong is the program of the general leader of Qiankun Wanfa." Uncle Hai wants to take me back and ask for a reward, but it depends on whether you have this ability. ”

Song Jun also said that he would fight, the three-legged tripod was retracted, and his right hand gently drew a perfect trajectory in the void, and in this moment's effort, a gust of wind blew, turning into a sharp arrow and heading straight for Uncle Hai, as if, it was a sharp arrow from the long river of fate in the underworld, without a shadow and formless, but it burst out with a powerful sound of breaking the sky.

And Uncle Hai also felt a burst of danger at this moment, Song Jun, who had just entered the realm of dark energy, was so heartfelt in controlling the dark energy, which was simply the same position as an old dark energy master.

Song Jun was able to do this at a young age, which means that Song Jun's martial arts talent is very amazing, and absolutely no one thought that the young man who was sent to Donglin Village as an abandoned son back then actually had such a means.

At this moment, Uncle Hai immediately thought that once Song Jun really grew up, it would definitely be a huge threat to Song Qianjian, a master of dark energy, which had considerable destructive power, therefore, at this moment, Uncle Hai had murderous intent in his heart, even if Zuihou would be punished if he went back, he decided to kill Song Jun on the spot.

As an old qualified master of dark energy, although he was surprised by Song Jun's methods, at this moment, he still believed that he had the means to directly destroy Song Jun.

Thinking of this, Uncle Hai's internal force continued to swim, and bursts of tiger roars came, and the roars of the tigers in the mountains and forests shocked people's hearts.

And at this moment, Uncle Hai's surroundings were also blowing a whirlwind, and the blood-colored aura began to permeate his surroundings, the tiger roared in the mountains and forests, and I was the only one.

Around Uncle Hai, bursts of aura with a blood-red aura continued to surge, it was a domineering aura, powerful and incredible, within a hundred steps, I was the only one. At this moment, Uncle Hai's two hands also turned blood-red, as if a pair of hands had stretched out from hell.

Uncle Hai roared violently, and the internal force turned into a blood-colored tiger, and rushed straight to the Song army, as if to tear the Song army to pieces, it was a kind of invincible domineering momentum, the king of beasts, extremely domineering, a pair of blood-colored hands, like the sickle of death, drew a mysterious trajectory in the sky.

Uncle Hai is going all out, he thinks that even if he can't kill Song Jun, but at this moment, he can test what the details of Song Jun are like, which is also very important news for Song Qianqian.

Therefore, at this moment, Uncle Hai actually has no intention of retreating at all. However, after Song Jun conjured up a sharp arrow with internal force, a palm was slapped out, which was extremely strong, and the stele hand was opened, and Song Jun's palm turned into the color of bluestone at this moment, and went straight to the blood-colored tiger.

The big stele hand, the stele cracking, brave and domineering, is a kind of hard and hard means.

But at this moment, this trick was surprisingly effective, and at this moment, the blood-colored tiger was smashed by a smash. In Uncle Hai's surprised gaze, Song Jun followed with a palm without hesitation, and slapped it firmly on Uncle Hai's chest.

And at this moment, Uncle Hai flew out like a kite with a broken string, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Uncle Hai was seriously injured by a palm, lying on the ground and looking at Song Jun incredulously and said: "Open the stele hand, open the stele and crack the stone, this is the big stele hand, how can you open the stele hand, impossible, impossible." Song Jun didn't mean to be polite, he smiled and said: "Everything is possible, under the innate skill, nothing is impossible, I have seen Shang Sihai, if I say that this hand is a big open stele hand is given to me by Shang Sihai, do you believe it or not." ”

As he spoke, Song Jun showed a playful smile, as if he was standing on top of the high clouds and looking down on all living beings, and that feeling, Uncle Hai felt like the gods and Buddhas of the heavens appeared in front of his eyes.

Could this be the powerful and domineering momentum cultivated by the Song family's innate skills, it is a kind of spiritual suppression, suppressing the opponent to the death, so that the opponent has to surrender.

Uncle Hai spat out a mouthful of blood and said: "Even if you have cultivated to the innate skill, in fact, you can't be your father's opponent, your father, that is just one step away from being able to enter the realm of martial arts kings and become a master of the real martial arts king. In front of the master, you can't make a move. ”

Song Jun didn't make any movement at all, shrugged his shoulders and said: "Martial arts king, how can it be so easy, besides, my father still has a few days to live, time, this is his fatal injury, it is undeniable that my father is also a martial arts genius, if he is given another five years, or even another three years, then he can also enter the realm of martial arts kings and become a real master, but now everything is impossible, otherwise, it is impossible for him to become so crazy." , I actually want to sacrifice the interests of the Song family, and I really don't know what my grandfather thinks, and he actually let my father ignore it. ”

It is said that Song Qianqian's approach is not advisable in any wealthy family, at least the head of the family will not want such a thing to happen.

However, the Song family is different, it seems that now, the Song family is Song Qianjin in charge. Uncle Hai laughed out loud very frantically and said, "What about the master's methods that you people can know, young master, listen to me, don't go against the master's wishes, otherwise your fate will be even more miserable than mine." ”

Song Jun resolutely said: "My fate is not up to others to decide, I am in charge of my fate, but no matter what, it is impossible for you to see it,"

Since Uncle Hai had murderous intentions against Song Jun and unceremoniously killed him, therefore, at this time, he naturally had no soft-hearted thoughts.

If you don't kill people, people will kill you, this is the eternal law of iron and blood on the rivers and lakes. Therefore, at this moment, a trace of fierce color flashed in Song Jun's eyes, and a cold light flashed in his hand, heading straight for Uncle Hai, the wildfire could not be burned, and he didn't want it to happen if the spring breeze blew again. (To be continued......)