Qingji was shocked, and hurriedly vibrated the source force in his body to resist.

But it's like a praying arm blocking a car, and the endless scorching power of the majestic is like a mountain and a sea, and an abyss is like a prison. Where is what a small Tianyang Quadruple Heavenly Martial Artist can resist in case.

Qingji instantly became sluggish, and his whole person was enveloped in that infinite heat.

"Hey, this kid...... Don't...... Is it possible to get a transformation from the hand of the First Ancestor?"

The bald old man Qing Xinghai had been standing behind Qing Ji with a smile on his face. Looking at this young man as if he was a hillbilly entering the city, he looked up stupidly at the majestic courtyard of the Qing clan.

This kind of scene, as an elder of foreign affairs, Qing Xinghai has naturally seen a lot.

However, the next scene almost made his jaw drop. Qing Zhenghong, the old man with long eyebrows standing beside him, retreated a few feet away with a shocked face.

His martial arts cultivation is inferior to Qing Xinghai. When the endless scorching power of the majestic wall rushed out from the ancient seal, Qing Zhenghong felt as if he was about to be burned to ashes in an instant.

The creation contained in the ancestor's handbook was obviously aimed at the young man. He couldn't even resist the coercion of the holy will that came to him, let alone try to get involved.

It was Qing Xinghai, and after only holding on for a few breaths, he couldn't help but retreat again and again.

Fortunately, as members of the Qing clan, the two elders faced the coercion of the holy will left by the ancestor of the Qing clan. As long as you don't deliberately offend, you won't be in danger of your life.

"Brother Xinghai, this little guy is really a little amazing. How many years have passed, I remember that the last time was two hundred years ago, the young master of the Heavenly Ancient Kingdom came to my Qing clan as a guest.

When he looked up at the plaque written by the ancestor, he had a clear understanding, and immediately broke through the border, and it was passed on as a beautiful talk for a while. ”

"Brother Zhenghong remembers correctly, at that time, I was still a small early stage martial artist in the Flying Heaven Realm. I saw with my own eyes that the young master of Heaven looked up at the kung fu of the three pillars of incense in front of my Qing clan's gate, and then jumped into the realm of refining gods. ”

"A demon is a demon, and the young master of an ancient country is certainly worthy of his reputation. However, speaking of which, this plaque of my Qing clan was written by the ancestor of the ancestor who looked down on the world and divided the land for the queen of the clan.

Among the five ancient seals, there are rumors that contain all kinds of incredible martial arts creations. However, if it is not a genius of the world, it is impossible to gain a cent from it.

It is based on the past and present, whether it is the Tianjiao of my Qing clan, or the countless heroes who are famous on the Void Continent.

The number of people who can be awarded the creation and the ground-breaking under this plaque written by the ancestor has never exceeded the number of hands.

I didn't expect this kid Qingji to be among them. It is worthy of being a rare talent who can be placed at the same level as Wang Yuhan and other fierce people. ”

The two elders were shocked and envious, but Qingji on the side was still like a clay carved wood sculpture, and he didn't move.

Just then, there was a rumbling sound ahead.

I saw that the seventh side gate on the left side of the main gate of the clan was slowly opened, and five young people stepped out.

"I've seen two elders."

Seeing Qing Xinghai and Qing Zhenghong, the five teenagers saluted respectfully from afar. But then, their eyes all focused on Qingji on the side.

"Is this the kid from the Beishan Prefecture?"

"It doesn't look like anything out of the ordinary."

"Look at his stupid appearance, he has never seen the world. But it's no wonder how noble and solemn my Qing family court is. Looking at the Dayu Dynasty, there are very few people who can not be shocked when they first come here......"

The five teenagers had just walked out of the door, and they were still quite far away from Qingji. The place where they stood at this moment had not yet passed under the plaque in the Holy Ancestor's handwriting.

It was the five of them who didn't feel anything strange in the distance except for seeing Qingji standing there stupidly for a while.

Previously, because they had been explained by the two elders, Qing Liou and Qing Xijin, the five teenagers all knew what they needed to do to this separated boy who had jumped out of the poor countryside.

At the moment, Qinglong of the Red Yin Vein, and the two brothers Qingkun and Qingpeng of the Red Spirit Vein, couldn't wait to start sneering.

There was also a young man in the Red Spirit Vein, but he didn't speak. He just put his hands behind his back, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly and squinted at Qingji.

This young man named Qing Wuving was certainly not so reckless as to disobey Elder Qing Xijin's order. But with his usual arrogance and self-appreciation, he felt that being sent to do such a degrading thing today was really the greatest insult in his life.

He celebrates his invincibility and is famous in the Red Spirit lineage. Under the realm of Yuanzun, flying and domineering, it is difficult to meet opponents.

Although his martial arts cultivation is still trapped in the late stage of the Flying Heaven Realm, he is extremely talented and brave. He has always been a powerful fighter and swept across the same level.

Even the powerhouses at the peak of the Flying Heaven Realm saw him, and they all had a big headache. Some of them are weaker and even avoid them.

Some time ago, it was because of some trivial quarrels. Qing Wushu directly beat the only son of an archdeacon of the Red Spirit Vein to death.

The poor young man had just stepped into the peak of the Flying Heaven Realm, and he was so complacent that he thought that even if he couldn't win against a genius martial artist like Shangqing Invincible, he should have some confidence in self-preservation.

Unexpectedly, once the two sides fought, Qing Invincible's fierce god shot like a mad demon, which suddenly made his heart chill. Ten percent of the cultivation is at most six or seven percent, and he is beaten to the point that his soul is not possessed, and it is miserable.

It was not the first time that Qing Wushu had done it by beating the peak powerhouse of the Flying Heaven Realm. It's just that this time the other party's background is too tough, which immediately caused an uproar.

In the end, it was alarmed to the top of the vein system, and the elder Qing Xijin personally ordered him to be punished for three months in the Wind Thunder Cave.

Now the deadline has not expired, but it has been released early. The reason is just to let him celebrate his invincibility to bully a weak ant of the Tianyang Four Heavens?

It's ridiculous. If given the choice, Qing Wushu would rather remain imprisoned in the Wind Thunder Cave himself.

Although these days, he has been tormented to death by the power of wind and thunder that is suddenly launched at two o'clock in the meridian in the cave.

But at least that kind of destruction is of great benefit to sharpening the physical body and arousing the will of martial arts.

The Qing clan's ten-year Shending baptism battle is about to begin, and how can he have time to spend on the weak ants.

However, Qing Wushu is also a little curious, what is there about this rustic young man in front of him who transcends the mundane?

Not only did the Red Spirit Pulse send himself, but the Red Yin Pulse, which has always been in the same breath as the Red Spirit Pulse, actually sent a ruthless person like Qing Yu who was not under him regardless of his reputation and combat power.

Qing Wushu squinted and looked at Qing Ji for a moment, but he still didn't find anything special. His gaze simply shifted away, and instead he stared at Qing Yu on the side, and his blood couldn't help but boil.

Now among the late stage martial artists of the Qing clan's Flying Heaven Realm, only Qing Yu can make Qing Invincible have a fighting spirit, and it can even be said that he has some fear.

(End of chapter)