Thunderstorm Fist, at the beginning of cultivation, it is necessary to draw a trace of thunder into the body and turn it into a natal thunder bead, so that Ye can truly cultivate. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 With Ye Ling's current strength, it is naturally impossible to attract the power of thunder, so he can only hit the elixir with his idea.

After swallowing the thunder mushroom in his hand, as the medicinal properties gradually dissolved, a wisp of light blue thunder power appeared in Ye Ling's body.

Crackling~ The body sitting cross-legged suddenly trembled, and on the surface of Ye Ling's body, there was a faint flash of thunder. At the same time, that light blue thunder force also began to rage in his body, and a tingling sensation all over his body surrounded Ye Ling.

"Give me refining. Gritting his teeth, Ye Ling ran the Ye Fa recorded in the Thunderstorm Fist, constantly wrapping that wisp of light blue thunder power with the power of qi and blood, trying to refine it into a life thunder bead. However, as time passed, a wry smile gradually appeared on Ye Ling's face.

Because he found that his qi and blood power was not the opponent of this wisp of thunder power at all, and in the continuous wrapping, instead of refining this wisp of thunder power, it was dissolved a lot. If he continues like this, it will have a great impact on his strength, and he may even fall from the sixth level of the Quenching Blood Realm.

"It still seems to be reckless. Ye Ling said helplessly. With his unparalleled comprehension, some jerky and mysterious earth leaves in the Thunderstorm Fist could not be difficult for Ye Ling at all, and he was often able to integrate them quickly. However, this leads a trace of thunder power into the body, refining the Thunder Bead of Destiny, but it requires real cultivation strength. There is no doubt that Ye Ling at this time still lacks a lot in cultivation.

Just when Ye Ling was about to force this wisp of thunder out of his body and give up completely, in the Yuan Fetus, which had not moved at all, a mysterious air flow suddenly swept out, and the raging thunder force quietly quieted down.

"This ......" didn't have time to be surprised, looking at the wisp of thunder power that had completely quieted down, Ye Ling knew that this was an excellent opportunity, and the power of qi and blood around him surged and wrapped this wisp of thunder power. After a few breaths, the power of qi and blood dissipated, and a thunder bead only the size of a grain of rice appeared in Ye Ling's body.

"It's done!" Ye Ling said excitedly.

Refining the thunder power, no matter how Ye Ling investigated, there was no movement in the Yuan Fetus in his body, he shook his head helplessly, Ye Ling no longer bothered about this matter, stood up, and began to truly cultivate this six-grade combat technique by the river - Thunderstorm Fist!

"The body contains thunder, with a fist to resist thunder, a punch out, the thunder ......flashes violently" By the river, Ye Ling closed his eyes and muttered to himself, as if he had fallen into some kind of situation. Then, he raised his hand, clenched his fist, and slowly struck towards a boulder beside him.

Boom! A crack appeared on the surface of the boulder, and then it exploded.

"Hu ......" slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and a touch of excitement flashed on Ye Ling's face: "Just getting started has such power, it is worthy of a six-rank combat skill." ”

Looking at the lake in front of him, Ye Ling's eyes were full of coldness: "Now that I meet Ye Yikong again, I can defeat him with this move!"

"It took me Ye Ling to master the Thunderstorm Fist in one day, if I say this, no one will believe it. ”

Ye Ling picked up the river water and washed his face, looking at his reflection on the river, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

......

While Ye Ling was cultivating, the Ye family was in a courtyard.

"Young Master Yikong, you want to avenge me!" Ye Minghu limped with a broken leg and looked at the young man in front of him with a sad and angry face, "Ye Ling's little bastard, it's too vicious!"

"Waste. Ye Yikong glanced at Ye Minghu indifferently, and said coldly: "I was injured like this by Ye Ling's little bastard." ”

Hearing this, Ye Minghu's face was ashamed for a while, thinking of yesterday's situation, he was still a little unbelievable, when did a waste who couldn't cultivate have this kind of strength?

"Don't bother with him for the time being, tomorrow my father will join forces with the second uncle to abolish Ye Qingshan's position as the head of the family, and then Ye Ling's waste, hehe......" Ye Yikong sneered.

"Abolish the position of the head of the family...... Ye Minghu was suddenly startled, but then a cruel smile appeared on his face: "When Ye Qingshan loses the position of the head of the family, Ye Ling is just a lost dog, when the time comes, hehe......"

The Ye family in the early morning was particularly lively, because there was a family meeting, and the Ye family's furniture was walking towards the martial arts arena located in the center of the Ye family.

"Have you heard, this family meeting, the eldest and second masters have all returned, and some people have even seen the figures of a few elders, it seems that they are going to the head of the family. ”

"What? The elders have all appeared, it seems that this time the uncle, the second master is menacing, and the grasp is not small......"

Elders, their status in the Ye family is very high, because they are the only remaining older generation of the Ye family, and they are also the figures of Ye Ling's grandfather's generation. Ordinary time is spent in penance, in order to break through the limit of life and death, it is difficult to see, and only extremely important things happen before everyone.

"Alas, although the patriarch is powerful, who let him give birth to such a son, and there are no other heirs, uncle, the second master has always been dissatisfied with the patriarch, and now it seems that he has accumulated enough strength to really make trouble. ”

"Maybe this time our Ye family is going to change hands......"

On the way, many people from the Ye family were talking in whispers, but it was not difficult to hear from the many words that most people were not very optimistic about the head of the family, Ye Qingshan.

At this time, Ye Qingshan and Ye Ling were naturally in the crowd, although there was not much discussion around the two of them, but Ye Qingshan was so ear power, how could he not hear it.

"It seems that my two good brothers have made a big battle this time, but I don't know if they can drive me out of the position of the head of the family. Ye Qingshan sneered.

"It's just two clowns who jump off the beam, and when the time comes, my father only needs to suppress them with absolute strength. Ye Ling chuckled. Then the voice changed, "I think the child will definitely surprise them." ”

"Haha, Ling Er said it well. Ye Qingshan smiled with satisfaction. His strength was originally much higher than that of Ye Nanxiao and the others, otherwise he would not be able to sit in the position of the head of the family. Now that Ye Ling can cultivate again, he is naturally even more fearless.

"By the way, which combat skill did Ling Er choose in the Martial Palace?" Ye Qingshan asked. After Ye Ling chose the Thunderstorm Fist, he had been cultivating penance, and even he didn't know that his son had chosen this terrifying six-rank combat skill!

"Father, you'll know when the time comes. Ye Ling blinked his eyes and smiled mysteriously.

"There are even people who talk and laugh, it seems that the nerves of the waste are really big. At this moment, a piercing sneer suddenly came, causing many people's eyes to stagnate, and when they looked up, they saw a group of people walking over with extraordinary momentum.

The person who opened his mouth was a young man, Ye Yikong, the son of the uncle Ye Nanxiao, the cultivation of the Six Heavens of the Quenching Blood Realm, and he was a rare master among the juniors of the Ye family.