The four flying saints rose into the air to protect their children, the old woman was still there, and the real person was already in front of Zhao Yingru. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Han Jueqing, who had spare energy, was distracted, this scene made him gasp, and the other party's speed was far beyond the limit of his observation.

The platform swayed slightly, and nothing else was unusual. Everyone found the source of the accident, which came from the cyan wall, and the culprit was the masked man of the Luo family. The holes above his head emitted a blue glow, with a few faint reddish wisps.

Triple Bloodline!

Even a second-level bloodline!

Luo Yingchong was dumbfounded, Han Jueqing's mind was full of incredulity, and Zhao Wuqi's eyes rolled rapidly. The three family heads almost lost their cool, this kind of bloodline is one in a million even in this sect. In the records of family inheritance, it has always been very rare for descendants to reach the red bloodline.

The power of the bloodline is related to the ancestors of each family, and the bloodline is the closest to the ancestors, and the higher the level. The second generation of the four families was all purple blood, and the third generation was red blood. Passed down from generation to generation, the bloodline gradually thinned. Unless future generations break through the bottleneck and reach the realm of the ancestor or the second or third generation, they can regain the high-level bloodline.

The reason why Luo Tong's bloodline power surpasses Luo Yinghao is because of his father's extremely high talent, so he has such a blessed fate.

Everyone was shocked for a while, and Zhao Wuqi first teased sourly: "Ying Chongxian's nephew, could it be that he is your long-lost brother?

Glancing at the old fox with a smile, Han Jueqing's heart was bright. This clearly implies that the masked man is the illegitimate son of Luo Daqiu, and his bloodline is so strong, it is really unpredictable whether the position of the head of the family will fall into the hands of Luo Yingting in the future. It's a pity that Luo Yingchong's face is as usual, and he can really calm down.

"Well, Luo Yingting is the most insidious and cunning in the third generation of the East China Sea, and his expression is so calm, could it be that he ......" He felt weird, suddenly remembered something, and looked at his grandson, who nodded decisively.

Zhao Wuqi is about to miscalculate. ”

Making a conclusion in his heart, Han Jueqing watched the situation of the Zhao family. There was no accident in the first six people, and the result was the same as that of the ordinary children of the Luo family, it was green blood. Zhao Wuqi's face is not very good-looking, and the only hope of saving face is on Zhao Yinxue.

Living up to the name of the first day of talent in the East China Sea, Zhao Yinxue's blood dripped into it, and the eyelets immediately turned yellow. The groove turns blue halfway, and at the end of the day, the red glow is more than twice as large as that of the masked man.

Zhao Wuqi was very excited, looking forward to himself, and his voice was much louder: "Haha, our Zhao family has enough silver snow, you ......"

He is also ready to make some bold statements and severely suppress the other two. Zhao Yingru's actions made him almost bite his tongue, this granddaughter's blood just entered the groove, and the eyelets were directly red, shining on the entire platform.

And then the result also made everyone still remember it after a long time. The purple light took up half of the holes, and the cyan walls shook violently like a monster breaking free from its cage before it slowly stopped.

"Your Zhao family is not bad, the two granddaughters are so powerful, don't bury talents. Pretending not to see Zhao Wuqi's face like ashes, Han Jueqing deliberately envied: "It's a pity that our Han family is not as good as the generation, and it is estimated that there is not even a blue bloodline." ”

Lost soul, such as in a dream, these are not enough to describe Zhao Wuqi's mood at this time. He longs for time to turn back, as long as it is ten years ago, when he can save his relationship with Zhao Yingru. He will vigorously support this granddaughter, so it is likely that the Zhao family has one more flying saint now.

Zhao Yinxue tried her best to hide her frustration, the sister she looked down on the most, the daughter born to the servant girl, her blood was purer than her, how could she be embarrassed.

"The power of the bloodline represents the past, and it is up to you to truly grasp the power. Even a generation of ancestors rose from the bottom step by step and stepped onto the peak. The flat tone and confident tone encouraged the original master of the Han family.

Han Yunhao's arrogance infected several clansmen, and Han Yunxiang roared in response: "Yun Hao is right, as long as you are willing to work hard, everything is possible, go to the power of his mother's bloodline." ”

"You're cursing your ancestors like this, I'll tell the fourth grandfather when I go back. Han Yunting looked like he was grabbing the other party's handle, and the loss just now was also forgotten.

The two of them dripped into the blood in turn, and no miracles happened, both were green blood. Han Yunting was a little better, and there was a hint of orange in the green light, which made him really proud: "Haha, Han Yunxiang, you always rely on cultivation to bully me, see if I beat you all over the ground in the future." ”

"Don't dream big, if you practice for five hours, I'll do it for eight hours, don't think about surpassing me in this life. Han Yunxiang didn't care about the results of the bloodline test at all, and raised his fist.

Encouraged by the fighting spirit of the two of them, the other Han family original masters, even if they were cyan blood, did not show any decline. The unexpected joy was Han Yunrui's cousin, this guy's bloodline stimulated the holes to turn yellow, which made him triumphant: "Go back to grandpa to ask for cultivation resources, there's no reason not to pay attention to my yellow bloodline." ”

Leng Xun's gaze stared at him, and it wasn't until he lowered his head that Han Yunrui said lightly: "What is the bloodline, our family, you can only follow me forever and look up to my demeanor." ”

This guy has become like this since he fainted in the Martial Arts Pavilion and woke up, and he kept praising himself. After the sixth grandfather analyzed, he told everyone that this is a mental illness, called psychological imbalance megalomania. The shadow of failure cannot be eliminated, and there are too many emotions accumulated in the heart, which will cause a rebound.

Fortunately, except for the words that are not in tune, as long as you follow his will and do not argue, there is no problem in participating in the trial. After all, the Han family's powerful sons and daughters are the ones who can handle it. Everyone was silent, Han Yun Ruizhi was proud, picked up the knife and slammed it into his arm, and a stream of blood flowed.

He poured into the groove, and suddenly the eyelets changed from blue to green, from green to yellow, and instantly turned orange. This guy is still bubbling out despite the blood, and he crosses his waist and looks up to the sky and laughs wildly: "Haha, little miscellaneous people, see the blood of the master." The purple bloodline is purer than the ancestor, and in the future, you will all mix with me, and you will all keep it as a flying saint. ”

Han Jueqing almost hid his face and left, it was really a shame, so he hurriedly urged Han Yunhao: "It's just you, don't hurry up, go in and take care of it, don't let this fool die in vain." ”

"Han Yunlong, dare to pretend that Han Jueqing scolds me, wait for me to be the head of the house, and let you wash the toilet every day. Han Yunrui pointed at Han Jueqing and scolded him as a cousin.

Han Yunxiang, Han Yunting, and Han Yunlong rushed up, wrapped a strap around the wound, and stuffed torn socks into their mouths. Seeing that the situation was in a mess, Han Yunhao hurriedly bit his middle finger, instantly filling the groove.

Before he could see the color of the eyelets, rings were projected above the cyan walls. Regardless of the Luo and Zhao families standing quietly or the Han family making a mess, the twenty-four original masters were all trapped and disappeared in an instant.