Chapter 763: The Young Pavilion Master of Tianyin Pavilion

At the beginning, when they left Tianyin Pavilion, the pavilion master told him a thousand times not to let this aunt have an accident, and so far, the three of them still vaguely remember how they patted their chests and promised at that time. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Now, this aunt and grandmother ran away with someone when she left Tianyin Pavilion for the first time, and she couldn't imagine how angry the pavilion master who learned the news would be, and it was estimated that her group would be beaten alive into pigs' heads.

Thinking of the pavilion master's violent temper, the three of them glanced at each other and shivered in unison.

Fortunately, this aunt was just joking, otherwise, it would have really cost them their lives.

However, when the three of them had just put their hearts at ease, the girl's words suddenly raised their little hearts again.

The girl looked at the three of them a little strangely and said. "Are you kidding? Who said Miss Ben was joking?"

As soon as they heard this, the three of them almost didn't kneel down, and secretly said in their hearts: "My little ancestor, you can spare us!"

Seeing the three of them about to cry, the girl still touched her cute chin, and her black and white eyes were rolling around, as if she was thinking about how to make these three people more fun.

"Miss......" Aunt Ling looked at her almost with pleading eyes, if the other party really said another word to recruit her son-in-law, I am afraid that she would really die here.

You know, once this aunt and grandmother play for real, then they are estimated to be not far from the date of death, and they are still the ugly kind of death.

"Alas, forget it, forget it, I won't tease you. Seeing Aunt Ling's expression, the girl suddenly couldn't cry or laugh, and immediately waved her hand and said.

After saying that, the girl walked on her light little feet and sat down in the same place again.

Seeing this, Aunt Ling immediately breathed a sigh of relief, sat back on the seat, and then wiped the cold sweat on her forehead.

This aunt is really a toss!

It's just that the three of them didn't notice that after the girl sat back in her original position, a pair of eyes full of aura were still spinning around, as if they were playing with some ghost idea.

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"Boom-"

On the penultimate floor of the trading center, the confrontation between the two people's artistic conception did not stop, but intensified, Yang Ming's artistic conception of water was like the wild waves in the vast ocean, as if it was about to submerge the artistic conception of the blue-haired youth of the other party......

However, the latter's soft water power is in all directions, no matter how terrifying the impact of Yang Ming's artistic conception is, it can't break the opponent's defense, and in the long run, once Yang Ming's power is exhausted, that is when he loses.

Gradually, the cold sweat on Yang Ming's forehead became denser, on the other hand, the promiscuous young man still looked relaxed, and in an instant, Gao Xia was suddenly judged......

Just when Yang Ming was about to lose his hold, the power of soft water like the poles of yin and yang suddenly slowly dissipated, and the violent collision of the artistic conceptions of the two sides finally came to an end at this moment.

In this collision of artistic conceptions, Yang Ming was defeated!

If it weren't for the mercy of the blue-haired young man, this confrontation of artistic conception would probably hurt Yang Ming's soul, and if the situation was serious, I am afraid it would leave an indelible dark wound on the soul, so that it would affect the future entry, thinking of this, Yang Ming suddenly felt that his back had been wet with cold sweat.

At this moment, Yang Ming had already secretly sworn in his heart that before the artistic conception did not have a great consummation, he would never confront the artistic conception of others again, otherwise, he would have to finish the game if he was not careful.

Thinking of this, Yang Ming suddenly arched his hand towards the promiscuous young man, and a look of gratitude appeared in his eyes.

This time, if it weren't for the mercy of the indiscriminate young people, I am afraid that his fate would be very miserable.

However, this encounter of artistic conception made him gain a lot, although this artistic conception of water is not a real artistic conception, just a trace of sword intent imprinted on the power of his divine soul.

At the beginning, when he got the inheritance of the Divine Soul Imprint, he was branded with a sword intent imprint, if it wasn't for the stimulation of the blue-haired youth's artistic conception of water, today's collision would not have occurred, but after this collision of artistic conception, the sword intent imprinted in the depths of Yang Ming's divine soul gradually disappeared.

Although it is only a style of swordsmanship, if this style of swordsmanship is cultivated to the fullest, it is also very likely to comprehend the artistic conception of water, and this Heaven Splitting God Sword Technique is a inheritance of swordsmanship, there are a total of four types of swordsmanship, and the sword intent of water is only one of them.

Seeing Yang Ming's expression of gratitude, the blue-haired young man also smiled and bowed his head, which was regarded as a greeting, and then walked to his box with a few old men in white.

Looking at the figure of the blue-haired young man slowly leaving, Yang Ming's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and a trace of complexity flashed across his face.

According to the temptation just now, Yang Ming almost touched the strength of the blue-haired young man, in the early stage of entering the God Realm, although he had only just broken through, but with the power of the soft water artistic conception, even if he met a master at the peak of the God Realm, he could fight with it.

In terms of overall strength, although the blue-haired young man is still far inferior to himself, the other party has comprehended the power of artistic conception, and over time, the latter will definitely be able to become the top powerhouse on the Kyushu continent.

And, once the other party's soft water artistic conception is completed, then there is one more peerless powerhouse in the world who can comprehend the truth of heaven and earth.

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Ming's heart was full of sighs, don't look at his strength now, but when it comes to potential, the blue-haired young man is more than a step stronger than him.

After all, the other party comprehended the power of artistic conception at such a young age, and his strength also reached the realm of channeling gods, such qualifications are not an exaggeration to describe with the word demon.

Sooner or later, I will have my own artistic conception. His fists clenched slightly, and Yang Ming murmured to himself.

When the figure of the blue-haired young man disappeared completely, the four elders and his party slowly came back to their senses, and then turned their heads with some difficulty, staring at Yang Ming with a firm face, and their hearts suddenly had mixed feelings.

Especially young people like Morin, almost everyone's eyes revealed a deep color of jealousy and despair.

Before that, they may have believed that they would one day catch up with the young man in front of them, but after seeing the artistic conception collision between Yang Ming and the blue-haired young man, they realized that the latter had left them far behind, and even if they wanted to catch up, they could no longer see each other.

Thinking of this, the corners of Mo Lin and the others couldn't help but show a faint bitter smile on the corner of their mouths, and at this moment, they finally realized what it means to be desperate.