The next moment, blood flowed from one hand and fell on the left rear and towards the proud right hand.

Real blood dripped on the wounds of pride and explosions. As soon as it stopped, it quickly disappeared.

After a while, Ao Cangsheng only felt a breath of blood in his body, and it quickly turned into a tornado, and he became unscrupulously angry in Ao Cangsheng's body.

Come on, the arrogant Kurayu's body begins to swell. Seeing the blue veins burst all over his body, pain and red time gas began to flow rapidly in his blood.

With the frantic sweep of the red light, the proud body began to make a "fierce individual" sound. His entire bones, at this moment, could not withstand such a huge filling force, and began to stretch continuously.

Okusang felt like his body was about to burst, and his muscles and bones were about to be washed away. It felt very painful and hard, but Ao Cangsheng gritted his steel teeth and was very persistent.

A drop of Canadian sweat began to fall from Ao Cangsheng's forehead. His face was contorted from the pain.

However, even so, Ao Cangsheng still didn't hum at all, let alone scream loudly. The pain, though unbearable, was no more than what he had suffered when he broke into customs.

The arrogant people are very painful. In middle age, Yingwu only glanced at it secretly and didn't say a word.

In Ao Cangsheng's body, the brutal blood was constantly raging, causing his entire body to continue to expand and open. Under the ** rule of Ao Cangsheng, the "personal" voice on Ao Cangsheng's body continued to sound.

It wasn't until a fragrant time that the scent of madness faded in the canyon of pride, and all the bones of the body began to stop exploding.

Here, Okucansheng finally got rid of his pain. But at this time, he was much taller than before, and became tall and big.

Waiting for the proud Cangsheng to regain his composure, he looked at the middle-aged hero in front of him and said, "Master, what kind of blood was that just now?"

The middle-aged young man smiled and said, "This is the blood of the husband." ”

"What bloodline?" Ao Cangsheng asked in surprise.

Xiao Yingwuzhong shook his head lightly and said, "You don't know for the time being. You must be enough. You'll understand. ”

Ao Cangsheng lowered his head and said, "Do I inherit your bowl now?"

Yingwu shook his head again when he was middle-aged: "Not at all!"

"Then how can you inherit your bowl?" asked Ao Cangsheng.

At this time, the heroic middle-aged man did not speak, but slowly raised his right hand, and then stretched out the basketball and index finger in the middle, while pointing at the proud forehead.

Suddenly, Ao Cangsheng only felt that his heart was blocked, and a head seemed to be about to burst open, and he began to bulge vigorously.

At this point, his consciousness began to blur. He couldn't see the middle-aged hero in front of him, and he couldn't see the hall in front of him. There was a voice in his ear, as if someone was calling him, or that he had fallen into the abyss.

I don't know how long it took him to feel a sudden chill in his heart, like roasted soil soaked with this dew. When he came, he regained his senses.

His head no longer puffed up, his mind stopped turning, and everything returned to its original state.

"Well, you're in my bowl now, my real apprentice!"

Suddenly, the heroic middle-aged voice sounded in the ears of the arrogant man, as if in the twilight of an hour, he was completely pulled back.

"Master, thank you for calling me a bowl of clothes!"

Yingwu said in middle age, "Today, I will pass your clothes and bowl to my teacher. I hope you can do me a favor. ”

"What's the matter, master?" said Ao Cangsheng solemnly.

Yingwu smiled when he was middle-aged and said, "You just need to promise." When you are convinced that this is important, you will tell you for your teacher. ”

When Ao Cangsheng saw Yingwu's middle-aged, he temporarily refused to explain. At the moment, he said: "Master, but it is useful. Disciples will dishonor their lives!

Yingwu is a bit of a middle-aged person, and then says, "What's your name?"

Ao Cangsheng said: "The disciple's name is Ao Cangsheng!"

"Good name!" said Yingwu in middle age.

After that, he talked for a while, and then said, "Now that you have a successor, you must leave the Lock Dragon Tower!"

Ao Cangsheng was startled when he heard this, and said, "Master, doesn't the disciple know your identity?"

The middle-aged and rough voice of the heroic warrior made a sound, which was a little sad: "As a teacher, you now know that it is harmful and unfavorable, so, for the time being, you will not hear it. But there is one thing a teacher can tell you, a teacher is not a bad person!"

"And, you see me now, it's just my soul. Maybe we have a chance to meet you at a time when you are important and powerful. Of course, it's just or!"

That is, middle-aged people can't help but show loneliness and hope all the way.

Naturally, Ao Cangsheng doesn't know the first god?

"I don't want to dazzle people, do I? The people in front of me seem to be proud of the trash!"

"I don't like it very much, so the waste is proud of the common people!"

"I heard that Ao Cangsheng has entered the Lock Dragon Tower. How can he still be here?"

"I don't know! Who else have you seen? I've heard that no one who enters the Locking Dragon Tower can be born!"

"Yes, that man is proud of the waste wood! It's hard not to see that he didn't enter the Lock Dragon Tower?"

"I don't know! These things should be reported to the Council of Elders as soon as possible!"

With the return of the arrogance, a storm broke out in Yinfu. Those who saw the arrogance of the common people, while singing, rushed to their original Yin Mansion to report this terrible thing.

Slowly and arrogantly, Sri returned to the courtyard, took off his clothes and took a hot shower. Then he changed his clothes and walked straight into the training room.

He sat cross-legged, holding his breath, and soon fell into a state of forgetfulness.

O'Cangsheng felt that he had come nine days ago, and the howling wind blew on his clothes, making a loud noise.

In front of him was an endless starry sky, deep and brilliant. In front of the starry sky, the proud feel insignificant.

He bathed in the winds of the nine heavens, feeling the rhythm and breathing of heaven and earth. His body fluttered in the wind, and his heart rose with the stars.

Gradually, as the consciousness of heaven and earth continued to be arrogant, the body of the common people slowly exuded a trace of invisible phosgene.

This phosgene is the breath of life, which is caused by the temple of life. Abbreviated as the Temple of Life. Only when the Temple of Life merges with the Qi of Heaven and Earth can the Temple of Life of a monk appear.

When Ao Cangsheng's life grew up, he floated like a thread of silk. In the starry sky, there is no place to wear it.

At the same time, there was a breath of heaven and earth, slowly moving in the void. Unconsciously, the breath emitted by Ao Cangsheng suddenly met with the breath of heaven and earth, fused several times, and finally became one.

Just when these two paintings became one, a magnificent palace appeared in front of Ao Cangsheng. This magnificent palace was so majestic that it was impossible for any palace to reach the level of luxury that Okucansheng had ever seen.

Above the magnificent palace, there is a starry sky and an old cow is shining.

At the front door of the palace, there is a shining star, but this picture of the star is opened on a real star, and the language is not known how many times smaller.

But even so, the terrifying aura emanating from the twinkling stars still shines in the hearts of the proud. Fupin Chinese