Yanlong Dynasty, on a mountain peak in Qingzhou City.

Under the shade of the tree, a young man was scratching his head with both hands, a piece of grass in his mouth, and the corner of his mouth smiled and pointed to the burly young man not far away to practice boxing.

However, the young man who was the 'teacher' was weak in qi and weak in his qi and blood, and obviously had never practiced.

The young man's name is Ye Wushuang, and he has been in the Qingzhou School Palace for five years, and he has endured too many white eyes in the past five years, but the young man still has a bright smile on his face.

All kinds of cold eyes and ridicule did not cool his heart to practice, and his blood was still there.

Martial arts prevail on the mainland, strength represents everything, as long as the strength is strong enough, one person can be the emperor, be the emperor, dominate hundreds of millions of living beings, shatter the void, and follow the ancient gods.

Qingzhou City is a remote town of the Yanlong Dynasty, if you want to practice, you can only go to the school palace to be a registered disciple, and there will be teachers in the school palace from time to time to teach the Tao, which is the only way to obtain the method of cultivation.

The young Ye Wushuang and Han Shan are good brothers, and they are also registered disciples of the School Palace, registered disciples, in fact, they do not belong to the School Palace, they need to work every day, and they are not so idle.

Ye Wushuang used the time to chop wood to guide Han Shan to cultivate.

The burly young man's fist climbed to the extreme, and with a punch, a mighty demon tiger phantom flashed, and the ancient wood in front of him instantly split apart, and sawdust flew all over the place.

"Tiger Fist Transformation Realm, it's done!"

Han Shan, a burly young man, with a simple smile on the corner of his mouth, said to Ye Wushuang stupidly.

Han Shan's cultivation is the five-grade martial arts, Tiger Fist, taught by the teacher of the Xue Palace.

The realm of martial arts is divided into: beginner, skilled, proficient, consummation and transformation.

The Tiger Fist is not accessible to the registered disciples, but when Ye Wushuang once brought water to the preaching teacher, the teacher happened to be preaching to the official disciples of the Xue Palace, Ye Wushuang only listened to it once, and then memorized the Tiger Fist, and instructed Han Shan, and cultivated to the realm of transformation.

Even those geniuses in the Academy Palace can't do it.

"Wushuang, you practice first, it's not too early, and when I finish chopping wood, we'll go back. The corners of Han Shan's mouth had a sincere smile.

Han Shan knew that Ye Wushuang had wasted a lot of time by instructing him to cultivate, and Ye Wushuang also had to cultivate, but what Ye Wushuang cultivated was not the method of quenching the body.

"Good!"

Ye Wushuang was also not polite, because he had not awakened the martial spirit, Ye Wushuang could not practice the method of quenching the body, but could only cultivate divine sense.

Ye Wushuang closed his eyes, and soon fell into a deep sleep, what Ye Wushuang cultivated was the Taixu Dream Divine Decision, a cultivation method of divine consciousness.

"Monster!"

Seeing Ye Wushuang fall into a deep sleep, a smile appeared on the corner of Han Shan's mouth and he scolded.

Others regard Ye Wushuang as a waste, but Han Shan knows that if Ye Wushuang is a waste, then there will be no genius in the world.

He had never practiced the method of quenching the body, but he could awaken his divine sense, except for Ye Wushuang, Han Shan had never heard of it.

"Quench the body and wake up the mind, swallow the spirit and step on the clouds, condense the mountains and the sea......"

Even the ancestors of the human race had an irreversible path of cultivation, but a miracle appeared in Ye Wushuang's body. Ye Wushuang didn't quench his body, and directly awakened his divine sense.

Half an hour later, Han Shan had already trapped the firewood.

"Wushuang, let's go!"

Han Shan woke up Ye Wushuang, and the two of them carried firewood to the school palace.

"Tomorrow is the Day of the Enlightenment. ”

Walking between the mountain roads, Ye Wushuang's eyes became incomparably bright.

"Hmm!"

Seeing Ye Wushuang's destructive gaze, Han Shan was also devastated by his gaze.

"It's been five years!"

The corners of Ye Wushuang's mouth flashed with a look of expectation.

"Wushuang, those people tomorrow should also shut up. ”

In Han Shan's eyes, a hint of chill appeared.

In the past five years, Ye Wushuang has suffered too many white eyes.

"As long as it's worth it, why care about other people's eyes, we and them are originally people from different worlds. Ye Wushuang said with disdain

......

Soon, he faintly saw the Qingzhou Academy, and Ye Wushuang said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "What do you guess Junyu is doing?"

"It must be doing it again!"

Han Shan said without hesitation.

The registered disciples live in the periphery of the school palace, at this time the registered disciples are in the miscellaneous area, a young man is dancing with a long sword in his hand, and is practicing the sword, but the young people around him are busy one by one, finishing all the work of the young man, and from time to time he has to serve tea and pour water, and he does not dare to have the slightest complaint about the young man who practices the sword, only in awe.

"Jun Yu, don't come out to greet you yet!"

Outside the door, Han Shan's gasping voice sounded.

"It's coming!"

The boy threw the sword in his hand and returned to its scabbard with unmistakable accuracy.

The young man who practiced swords, named Bai Junyu, was rescued by Ye Wushuang from the pile of dead five years ago.

"Brother Wushuang, why did you go to chop wood yourself, didn't you say it all? ”

Bai Junyu walked over with a look of blame on his face.

"Who said, the work can be handed over to others to do, even if today is the last day to stay in the school palace, you have to work, if you don't awaken the martial spirit, it's a waste, that privilege. ”

A middle-aged man with a beard walked over, with a look of disdain and disdain in his eyes.

"You're ......!"

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Han Shan and Bai Junyu's eyes were angry.

"What, are you not convinced?" said the middle-aged man with a gloomy expression.

Seeing the angry Han Shan and Bai Junyu, a sneer appeared on the corner of Ye Wushuang's mouth.

"The dog bites you, do you still want to bite the dog!"

"What should I do then!" Bai Junyu asked Ye Wushuang.

"Naturally, I didn't dare to scream!"

As soon as Ye Wushuang's words fell, two figures flickered and rushed towards the middle-aged man.

Especially Bai Junyu, he shot ruthlessly, and the middle-aged man fainted in an instant.

"Brother Wushuang, it's long overdue to teach this waste a lesson, a handful of years, but only cultivated to the peak of the ninefold quenching body, he dared to be arrogant in front of us, five years, I really want to kill him. ”

Bai Junyu's face was murderous.

"It's okay, who made me fail to awaken the martial spirit?"

Ye Wushuang smiled at the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, a terrible beast roar came, piercing through the golden cracking stone.

In the sky above the Qingzhou School Palace, a huge fierce beast flew over, the terrible flesh wings flapped, and flames appeared from time to time on its body, with a snake head and a bird body, without a single feather on its body, and it was fierce and monstrous.

On the back of the beast, there was a figure, the wind was blowing, but it did not move.

"Holy Dragon Emissary!"

Bai Junyu on the side said loudly.

Hearing Bai Junyu's words, Ye Wushuang and Han Shan looked at each other and glanced at Bai Junyu.

"Brother Wushuang, I have read it in the history books, and it feels similar to the Holy Dragon Messenger described in the book, so I guess it is the Holy Dragon Messenger. ”

Bai Junyu explained.

"It's indeed the Holy Dragon Emissary, but I don't know what happened?" Han Shan said suspiciously.

"Whatever, it's none of our business anyway, you rest, I'll go shopping. Bai Junyu left with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Wushuang, I always feel that something is wrong with Jun Yu, I know too many things. Han Shan's brows furrowed.

"Do you want Jun Yu to act like a fool?" Ye Wushuang didn't care, turned around and walked towards the cliff courtyard.

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