"Open Heaven Slash!"
This Yanlong Festival is different from the old age. This time is the 10,000th year of the Yanlong Calendar. It has been ten thousand years since the beginning of the Yanlong Continent.
Ye Tianlong, Ye Baihu, and Ye Qingniu were not in the mood to practice, but gathered together. The three of them stood helplessly by the lake, looking at the entrance to the back mountain, feeling sad and at a loss.
"There is a rumor in the Night Emperor's Seven Styles family that if the seven styles can be fused into one style, the power will be increased tenfold. However, these seven styles feel completely unrelated, how can they be fused?"
Ye Qinghan slashed hard at the sky. The long blade at the front of the Azure Dragon Dagger instantly separated from the edge and swelled up in the wind, turning into a semi-circular sword energy and hitting the crocodile monster in front of it.
"Open Heaven Slash!"
A shadow emerged from the chest, and Xiao Hei appeared in front of Ye Qinghan. It twisted its little arms and legs, stretched out in a very humane way, and said through the voice: "Not bad, boss, how long will you last today?" Ten more minutes! Keep up the good work.”
Ye Qinghan slashed hard at the sky. The long blade at the front of the Azure Dragon Dagger instantly separated from the edge and swelled up in the wind, turning into a semi-circular sword energy and hitting the crocodile monster in front of it.
Ye Qinghan slashed hard at the sky. The long blade at the front of the Azure Dragon Dagger instantly separated from the edge and swelled up in the wind, turning into a semi-circular sword energy and hitting the crocodile monster in front of it.
Ye Qingyu didn't reply or turn around. She just shook her head slightly and still stared blankly ahead, with a pair of clear eyes without any impurities, full of a touch of sadness and sadness.
"boom!"
Cangcheng is also bustling, and Yejiabao is certainly no exception. There were lanterns and colorful decorations, and the atmosphere was full of joy.
This Yanlong Festival is different from the old age. This time is the 10,000th year of the Yanlong Calendar. It has been ten thousand years since the beginning of the Yanlong Continent.
"Don't worry, boss. It's only been a few days since you learned to release your aura. Get used to it slowly. I estimate that if you can face the group attack for half an hour, we can hope to break through the siege of monsters and reach the safe area at the entrance of the passage. !”
This Yanlong Festival is different from the old age. This time is the 10,000th year of the Yanlong Calendar. It has been ten thousand years since the beginning of the Yanlong Continent.
Speaking of this, Ye Qinghan felt helpless again. For more than half a month, he fought several monsters every day. Although I practiced the Seventh Night Emperor Style very smoothly, I felt that it was just like this no matter how much I practiced it, and it could not increase the attack power. But he thought of the rumors about the Ye family, and still said with some expectancy:
However, the Yanlong Continent is very lively. Time flies. After Ye Qinghan fell into Luoshen Mountain, another year has passed and the Yanlong Festival is about to come.
A crocodile monster in front was directly hit by the oncoming sword energy. The powerful energy impact caused it to roll directly in the air, fly upside down for more than ten meters, and finally landed in the yellow sand and rolled again.
"boil!"
"Puch!"
Speaking of this, Ye Qinghan felt helpless again. For more than half a month, he fought several monsters every day. Although I practiced the Seventh Night Emperor Style very smoothly, I felt that it was just like this no matter how much I practiced it, and it could not increase the attack power. But he thought of the rumors about the Ye family, and still said with some expectancy:
The three prefectures began to celebrate happily. Although the three prefectures had different cultural levels, the Flame Dragon Festival was a festival that all three tribes believed in together.
After a long time, Ye Qingwu sighed softly and persuaded Ye Qingyu. This little girl, apart from practicing these days, has been standing here, looking at the south gate of Cangcheng stupidly. It seems that she thinks that her brother will come back when the Flame Dragon Festival is coming, but little does she know...
"Forehead… "
"Don't worry, boss. It's only been a few days since you learned to release your aura. Get used to it slowly. I estimate that if you can face the group attack for half an hour, we can hope to break through the siege of monsters and reach the safe area at the entrance of the passage. !”
"boil!"
After more than half a month of exploration, he finally learned how to release his aura a few days ago. He had just learned it and was not familiar with the control, so he only released the aura for about one meter. And every time a monster attacks, he only has one monster left. Instead of injuring it, he just lets it attack. He constantly controls the aura and is familiar with how to control the aura to distort the monster's attacks and protect himself.
Ye Qinghan frowned and did not avoid it. Instead, his body glowed with a brown light. A bubble-like light shield suddenly formed, completely covering his body.
The crocodile monster behind it grabbed the brown light shield with its two sharp claws. Unexpectedly, the light shield was like a smooth ball, slowly attacking the two sharp claws and sliding aside.
"boom!"
After a long time, Ye Qingwu sighed softly and persuaded Ye Qingyu. This little girl, apart from practicing these days, has been standing here, looking at the south gate of Cangcheng stupidly. It seems that she thinks that her brother will come back when the Flame Dragon Festival is coming, but little does she know...
Ye Qinghan nodded with satisfaction, but from the corner of his eye, he saw that the remaining crocodile monster had suddenly pounced from behind, and its sharp claws were about to grab the back of the head.
On the stairs, two graceful women were standing. One woman was wearing white clothes and white hair. She was standing on the stairs with a lonely and stubborn expression. She was looking far away, in the direction of the south gate of Cangcheng, quietly. Silent.
The crocodile monster is like a machine, a tireless and constant attacker. Ye Qinghan, on the other hand, stood within the light shield, eyes slightly narrowed, motionless, as if admiring the monster's attack.
"Buzz..."
Speaking of this, Ye Qinghan felt helpless again. For more than half a month, he fought several monsters every day. Although I practiced the Seventh Night Emperor Style very smoothly, I felt that it was just like this no matter how much I practiced it, and it could not increase the attack power. But he thought of the rumors about the Ye family, and still said with some expectancy:
Xiao Hei blinked his little eyes and rubbed the little horn on his head against Ye Qinghan's thigh. He suddenly remembered something and said through the voice: "Boss, are your Seven Night Emperor's Styles useful? Let me see. After practicing for so long, I feel like I have become more proficient and can use the sword more freely, but the power has not become stronger at all, right?"
Ye Tianlong, Ye Baihu, and Ye Qingniu were not in the mood to practice, but gathered together. The three of them stood helplessly by the lake, looking at the entrance to the back mountain, feeling sad and at a loss.
Half an hour later, a cold sweat began to break out on Ye Qinghan's forehead. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, he smiled helplessly, waved his left hand, and after a flash of sword light, the monster in front of him was directly knocked away. It rolled several times on the yellow sand, burrowed into the ground, and disappeared.
Ye Qinghan frowned and did not avoid it. Instead, his body glowed with a brown light. A bubble-like light shield suddenly formed, completely covering his body.
Ye Qinghan began to repeat a boring and monotonous life. In addition to practicing every day, he was fighting monsters, constantly proficient in controlling the aura, and practicing the seven moves of the Ye Emperor. He hoped to understand the seven moves in one rumored by the Ye family and combine them. With his attack power increased tenfold, he can easily sweep through a swarm of crocodile monsters and easily break through the siege...
Ye Tianlong, Ye Baihu, and Ye Qingniu were not in the mood to practice, but gathered together. The three of them stood helplessly by the lake, looking at the entrance to the back mountain, feeling sad and at a loss.
This mask is about one meter in diameter, brown in color, with a faint purple airflow surrounding it.
Cangcheng is also bustling, and Yejiabao is certainly no exception. There were lanterns and colorful decorations, and the atmosphere was full of joy.
"Go back, Qingyu. It's getting dark soon. I guess your brother might not be able to come back. Besides, even if your brother comes back, the family will report it as soon as they receive the news. You can't just stand there stupidly like this." It’s useless?”
"Puch!"
Ye Qinghan frowned and did not avoid it. Instead, his body glowed with a brown light. A bubble-like light shield suddenly formed, completely covering his body.
But the back of Yejia was as quiet as ever, and the atmosphere was even a little serious and depressing.
On the stairs, two graceful women were standing. One woman was wearing white clothes and white hair. She was standing on the stairs with a lonely and stubborn expression. She was looking far away, in the direction of the south gate of Cangcheng, quietly. Silent.
The powerful claws of the crocodile monster struck the yellow sand, scratching the ground and leaving two deep grooves.
Of course Ye Qinghan was not admiring or resting his mind. He was controlling the aura, distorting the monster's attacks.
After more than half a month of exploration, he finally learned how to release his aura a few days ago. He had just learned it and was not familiar with the control, so he only released the aura for about one meter. And every time a monster attacks, he only has one monster left. Instead of injuring it, he just lets it attack. He constantly controls the aura and is familiar with how to control the aura to distort the monster's attacks and protect himself.
"Don't worry, boss. It's only been a few days since you learned to release your aura. Get used to it slowly. I estimate that if you can face the group attack for half an hour, we can hope to break through the siege of monsters and reach the safe area at the entrance of the passage. !”
The crocodile monster behind it grabbed the brown light shield with its two sharp claws. Unexpectedly, the light shield was like a smooth ball, slowly attacking the two sharp claws and sliding aside.
"Xiao Hei, come out and play!"
"Don't worry, boss. It's only been a few days since you learned to release your aura. Get used to it slowly. I estimate that if you can face the group attack for half an hour, we can hope to break through the siege of monsters and reach the safe area at the entrance of the passage. !”
"boom!"
"Go back, Qingyu. It's getting dark soon. I guess your brother might not be able to come back. Besides, even if your brother comes back, the family will report it as soon as they receive the news. You can't just stand there stupidly like this." It’s useless?”
Half an hour later, a cold sweat began to break out on Ye Qinghan's forehead. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, he smiled helplessly, waved his left hand, and after a flash of sword light, the monster in front of him was directly knocked away. It rolled several times on the yellow sand, burrowed into the ground, and disappeared.
"Huh..."
Of course Ye Qinghan was not admiring or resting his mind. He was controlling the aura, distorting the monster's attacks.
The powerful claws of the crocodile monster struck the yellow sand, scratching the ground and leaving two deep grooves.
Cangcheng is also bustling, and Yejiabao is certainly no exception. There were lanterns and colorful decorations, and the atmosphere was full of joy.
Ye Qinghan smiled bitterly and laughed at himself: "I also know that it is impossible. There are many strong men in the Ye family in the past, and no one can successfully fuse. Even the ancestor of Ye Ruoshui has never heard of the fusion being successful. Alas... But, I don't Practice this? What should I practice? I don’t know anything?”
On the stairs, two graceful women were standing. One woman was wearing white clothes and white hair. She was standing on the stairs with a lonely and stubborn expression. She was looking far away, in the direction of the south gate of Cangcheng, quietly. Silent.
Speaking of this, Ye Qinghan felt helpless again. For more than half a month, he fought several monsters every day. Although I practiced the Seventh Night Emperor Style very smoothly, I felt that it was just like this no matter how much I practiced it, and it could not increase the attack power. But he thought of the rumors about the Ye family, and still said with some expectancy:
"Fusion? Can this martial skill be fused? Um... Even if it can be fused, it will be quite difficult, right? No one in the Ye family has been able to fuse successfully?" Xiao Hei shook his little head slightly and said in confusion.
"Hey... Just now a monster attacked, and it lasted for more than half an hour. If it were a group of monsters, I don't know if I could survive a minute!" Ye Qinghan shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
"Don't worry, boss. It's only been a few days since you learned to release your aura. Get used to it slowly. I estimate that if you can face the group attack for half an hour, we can hope to break through the siege of monsters and reach the safe area at the entrance of the passage. !”
But the back of Yejia was as quiet as ever, and the atmosphere was even a little serious and depressing.
A shadow emerged from the chest, and Xiao Hei appeared in front of Ye Qinghan. It twisted its little arms and legs, stretched out in a very humane way, and said through the voice: "Not bad, boss, how long will you last today?" Ten more minutes! Keep up the good work.”
Ye Qinghan slashed hard at the sky. The long blade at the front of the Azure Dragon Dagger instantly separated from the edge and swelled up in the wind, turning into a semi-circular sword energy and hitting the crocodile monster in front of it.
The powerful claws of the crocodile monster struck the yellow sand, scratching the ground and leaving two deep grooves.
This person was Ye Qingyu, while Ye Qingwu stood beside her somewhat sadly, frowning slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.
Xiao Hei blinked his little eyes and rubbed the little horn on his head against Ye Qinghan's thigh. He suddenly remembered something and said through the voice: "Boss, are your Seven Night Emperor's Styles useful? Let me see. After practicing for so long, I feel like I have become more proficient and can use the sword more freely, but the power has not become stronger at all, right?"
The crocodile monster turned up again and continued to attack the light shield. It's just that this light shield is very weird, it can actually distort attacks. Every time the crocodile monster attacks, it is pulled away by this light shield. It either attacks in the air or attacks on the ground. Every time it seems to attack Ye Qinghan inside the light shield, it slowly slides away. go.
Ye Qinghan was also so helpless that he fell to the ground. Such continuous control of the aura to distort the attack was very draining on his mind, fighting spirit and physical strength.
"boil!"
"boil!"
Ye Qinghan was also so helpless that he fell to the ground. Such continuous control of the aura to distort the attack was very draining on his mind, fighting spirit and physical strength.
"Fusion? Can this martial skill be fused? Um... Even if it can be fused, it will be quite difficult, right? No one in the Ye family has been able to fuse successfully?" Xiao Hei shook his little head slightly and said in confusion.
The wind started to rise, and the cold winter wind blew Ye Qingyu's white dress into a rustling sound, causing the silver threads on her hair to flutter, and also blew the cold tears hidden in the corners of her eyes into the distance...
Ye Qinghan practiced day and night in Luoshen Mountain, living a monotonous life. There was no time in the mountain, and he didn't know what season or day it was.
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
The crocodile monster is like a machine, a tireless and constant attacker. Ye Qinghan, on the other hand, stood within the light shield, eyes slightly narrowed, motionless, as if admiring the monster's attack.
Ye Qinghan smiled bitterly and laughed at himself: "I also know that it is impossible. There are many strong men in the Ye family in the past, and no one can successfully fuse. Even the ancestor of Ye Ruoshui has never heard of the fusion being successful. Alas... But, I don't Practice this? What should I practice? I don’t know anything?”
Ye Qinghan nodded with satisfaction, but from the corner of his eye, he saw that the remaining crocodile monster had suddenly pounced from behind, and its sharp claws were about to grab the back of the head.
Of course Ye Qinghan was not admiring or resting his mind. He was controlling the aura, distorting the monster's attacks.
Ye Qingyu didn't reply or turn around. She just shook her head slightly and still stared blankly ahead, with a pair of clear eyes without any impurities, full of a touch of sadness and sadness.
"Open Heaven Slash!"
The crocodile monster behind it grabbed the brown light shield with its two sharp claws. Unexpectedly, the light shield was like a smooth ball, slowly attacking the two sharp claws and sliding aside.
"Forehead… "
Cangcheng is also bustling, and Yejiabao is certainly no exception. There were lanterns and colorful decorations, and the atmosphere was full of joy.
"Forehead… "
After more than half a month of exploration, he finally learned how to release his aura a few days ago. He had just learned it and was not familiar with the control, so he only released the aura for about one meter. And every time a monster attacks, he only has one monster left. Instead of injuring it, he just lets it attack. He constantly controls the aura and is familiar with how to control the aura to distort the monster's attacks and protect himself.
Ye Qingyu didn't reply or turn around. She just shook her head slightly and still stared blankly ahead, with a pair of clear eyes without any impurities, full of a touch of sadness and sadness.
On the stairs, two graceful women were standing. One woman was wearing white clothes and white hair. She was standing on the stairs with a lonely and stubborn expression. She was looking far away, in the direction of the south gate of Cangcheng, quietly. Silent.
This Yanlong Festival is different from the old age. This time is the 10,000th year of the Yanlong Calendar. It has been ten thousand years since the beginning of the Yanlong Continent.
Xiao Hei blinked his little eyes and rubbed the little horn on his head against Ye Qinghan's thigh. He suddenly remembered something and said through the voice: "Boss, are your Seven Night Emperor's Styles useful? Let me see. After practicing for so long, I feel like I have become more proficient and can use the sword more freely, but the power has not become stronger at all, right?"
"Xiao Hei, come out and play!"
The crocodile monster is like a machine, a tireless and constant attacker. Ye Qinghan, on the other hand, stood within the light shield, eyes slightly narrowed, motionless, as if admiring the monster's attack.
"Don't worry, boss. It's only been a few days since you learned to release your aura. Get used to it slowly. I estimate that if you can face the group attack for half an hour, we can hope to break through the siege of monsters and reach the safe area at the entrance of the passage. !”
However, the Yanlong Continent is very lively. Time flies. After Ye Qinghan fell into Luoshen Mountain, another year has passed and the Yanlong Festival is about to come.
Half an hour later, a cold sweat began to break out on Ye Qinghan's forehead. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, he smiled helplessly, waved his left hand, and after a flash of sword light, the monster in front of him was directly knocked away. It rolled several times on the yellow sand, burrowed into the ground, and disappeared.
"There is a rumor in the Night Emperor's Seven Styles family that if the seven styles can be fused into one style, the power will be increased tenfold. However, these seven styles feel completely unrelated, how can they be fused?"
"There is a rumor in the Night Emperor's Seven Styles family that if the seven styles can be fused into one style, the power will be increased tenfold. However, these seven styles feel completely unrelated, how can they be fused?"
This mask is about one meter in diameter, brown in color, with a faint purple airflow surrounding it.
"Huh..."
"boom!"
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
On the stairs, two graceful women were standing. One woman was wearing white clothes and white hair. She was standing on the stairs with a lonely and stubborn expression. She was looking far away, in the direction of the south gate of Cangcheng, quietly. Silent.
Ye Qinghan slashed hard at the sky. The long blade at the front of the Azure Dragon Dagger instantly separated from the edge and swelled up in the wind, turning into a semi-circular sword energy and hitting the crocodile monster in front of it.
Ye Qinghan was also so helpless that he fell to the ground. Such continuous control of the aura to distort the attack was very draining on his mind, fighting spirit and physical strength.
Ye Qinghan practiced day and night in Luoshen Mountain, living a monotonous life. There was no time in the mountain, and he didn't know what season or day it was.
The powerful claws of the crocodile monster struck the yellow sand, scratching the ground and leaving two deep grooves.
Ye Qinghan practiced day and night in Luoshen Mountain, living a monotonous life. There was no time in the mountain, and he didn't know what season or day it was.
"Xiao Hei, come out and play!"
Cangcheng is also bustling, and Yejiabao is certainly no exception. There were lanterns and colorful decorations, and the atmosphere was full of joy.
Half an hour later, a cold sweat began to break out on Ye Qinghan's forehead. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, he smiled helplessly, waved his left hand, and after a flash of sword light, the monster in front of him was directly knocked away. It rolled several times on the yellow sand, burrowed into the ground, and disappeared.
On the stairs, two graceful women were standing. One woman was wearing white clothes and white hair. She was standing on the stairs with a lonely and stubborn expression. She was looking far away, in the direction of the south gate of Cangcheng, quietly. Silent.
The crocodile monster behind it grabbed the brown light shield with its two sharp claws. Unexpectedly, the light shield was like a smooth ball, slowly attacking the two sharp claws and sliding aside.
Ye Qinghan frowned and did not avoid it. Instead, his body glowed with a brown light. A bubble-like light shield suddenly formed, completely covering his body.
Half an hour later, a cold sweat began to break out on Ye Qinghan's forehead. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, he smiled helplessly, waved his left hand, and after a flash of sword light, the monster in front of him was directly knocked away. It rolled several times on the yellow sand, burrowed into the ground, and disappeared.
Speaking of this, Ye Qinghan felt helpless again. For more than half a month, he fought several monsters every day. Although I practiced the Seventh Night Emperor Style very smoothly, I felt that it was just like this no matter how much I practiced it, and it could not increase the attack power. But he thought of the rumors about the Ye family, and still said with some expectancy:
"Xiao Hei, come out and play!"
A shadow emerged from the chest, and Xiao Hei appeared in front of Ye Qinghan. It twisted its little arms and legs, stretched out in a very humane way, and said through the voice: "Not bad, boss, how long will you last today?" Ten more minutes! Keep up the good work.”
On the stairs, two graceful women were standing. One woman was wearing white clothes and white hair. She was standing on the stairs with a lonely and stubborn expression. She was looking far away, in the direction of the south gate of Cangcheng, quietly. Silent.
Forehead? The Seven Styles of the Night Emperor!
"Buzz..."
On the stairs, two graceful women were standing. One woman was wearing white clothes and white hair. She was standing on the stairs with a lonely and stubborn expression. She was looking far away, in the direction of the south gate of Cangcheng, quietly. Silent.
"boil!"
Ye Qinghan smiled bitterly and laughed at himself: "I also know that it is impossible. There are many strong men in the Ye family in the past, and no one can successfully fuse. Even the ancestor of Ye Ruoshui has never heard of the fusion being successful. Alas... But, I don't Practice this? What should I practice? I don’t know anything?”
Ye Qinghan began to repeat a boring and monotonous life. In addition to practicing every day, he was fighting monsters, constantly proficient in controlling the aura, and practicing the seven moves of the Ye Emperor. He hoped to understand the seven moves in one rumored by the Ye family and combine them. With his attack power increased tenfold, he can easily sweep through a swarm of crocodile monsters and easily break through the siege...
"Hey... Just now a monster attacked, and it lasted for more than half an hour. If it were a group of monsters, I don't know if I could survive a minute!" Ye Qinghan shook his head and smiled bitterly.
A crocodile monster in front was directly hit by the oncoming sword energy. The powerful energy impact caused it to roll directly in the air, fly upside down for more than ten meters, and finally landed in the yellow sand and rolled again.
Ye Qingyu didn't reply or turn around. She just shook her head slightly and still stared blankly ahead, with a pair of clear eyes without any impurities, full of a touch of sadness and sadness.
This Yanlong Festival is different from the old age. This time is the 10,000th year of the Yanlong Calendar. It has been ten thousand years since the beginning of the Yanlong Continent.
Speaking of this, Ye Qinghan felt helpless again. For more than half a month, he fought several monsters every day. Although I practiced the Seventh Night Emperor Style very smoothly, I felt that it was just like this no matter how much I practiced it, and it could not increase the attack power. But he thought of the rumors about the Ye family, and still said with some expectancy:
The three prefectures began to celebrate happily. Although the three prefectures had different cultural levels, the Flame Dragon Festival was a festival that all three tribes believed in together.
Ye Qinghan frowned and did not avoid it. Instead, his body glowed with a brown light. A bubble-like light shield suddenly formed, completely covering his body.
"Fusion? Can this martial skill be fused? Um... Even if it can be fused, it will be quite difficult, right? No one in the Ye family has been able to fuse successfully?" Xiao Hei shook his little head slightly and said in confusion.
"Don't worry, boss. It's only been a few days since you learned to release your aura. Get used to it slowly. I estimate that if you can face the group attack for half an hour, we can hope to break through the siege of monsters and reach the safe area at the entrance of the passage. !”
"Open Heaven Slash!"
"Open Heaven Slash!"
"Forehead… "
Speaking of this, Ye Qinghan felt helpless again. For more than half a month, he fought several monsters every day. Although I practiced the Seventh Night Emperor Style very smoothly, I felt that it was just like this no matter how much I practiced it, and it could not increase the attack power. But he thought of the rumors about the Ye family, and still said with some expectancy:
The wind started to rise, and the cold winter wind blew Ye Qingyu's white dress into a rustling sound, causing the silver threads on her hair to flutter, and also blew the cold tears hidden in the corners of her eyes into the distance...
Xiao Hei blinked his little eyes and rubbed the little horn on his head against Ye Qinghan's thigh. He suddenly remembered something and said through the voice: "Boss, are your Seven Night Emperor's Styles useful? Let me see. After practicing for so long, I feel like I have become more proficient and can use the sword more freely, but the power has not become stronger at all, right?"
Forehead? The Seven Styles of the Night Emperor!
However, the Yanlong Continent is very lively. Time flies. After Ye Qinghan fell into Luoshen Mountain, another year has passed and the Yanlong Festival is about to come.
"Fusion? Can this martial skill be fused? Um... Even if it can be fused, it will be quite difficult, right? No one in the Ye family has been able to fuse successfully?" Xiao Hei shook his little head slightly and said in confusion.
"Puch!"
"boil!"
The entrance to the back mountain is a row of long stairs. Standing at the intersection, you can overlook the entire Yejiabao, half of Cangcheng, and the most prosperous south gate of Cangcheng.
Ye Qinghan was also so helpless that he fell to the ground. Such continuous control of the aura to distort the attack was very draining on his mind, fighting spirit and physical strength.
Forehead? The Seven Styles of the Night Emperor!
"Forehead… "
The powerful claws of the crocodile monster struck the yellow sand, scratching the ground and leaving two deep grooves.
"Hey... Just now a monster attacked, and it lasted for more than half an hour. If it were a group of monsters, I don't know if I could survive a minute!" Ye Qinghan shook his head and smiled bitterly.
The three prefectures began to celebrate happily. Although the three prefectures had different cultural levels, the Flame Dragon Festival was a festival that all three tribes believed in together.
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
"Hey... Just now a monster attacked, and it lasted for more than half an hour. If it were a group of monsters, I don't know if I could survive a minute!" Ye Qinghan shook his head and smiled bitterly.
The three prefectures began to celebrate happily. Although the three prefectures had different cultural levels, the Flame Dragon Festival was a festival that all three tribes believed in together.
Speaking of this, Ye Qinghan felt helpless again. For more than half a month, he fought several monsters every day. Although I practiced the Seventh Night Emperor Style very smoothly, I felt that it was just like this no matter how much I practiced it, and it could not increase the attack power. But he thought of the rumors about the Ye family, and still said with some expectancy:
Ye Qinghan practiced day and night in Luoshen Mountain, living a monotonous life. There was no time in the mountain, and he didn't know what season or day it was.
"boom!"
On the stairs, two graceful women were standing. One woman was wearing white clothes and white hair. She was standing on the stairs with a lonely and stubborn expression. She was looking far away, in the direction of the south gate of Cangcheng, quietly. Silent.
"Hey... Just now a monster attacked, and it lasted for more than half an hour. If it were a group of monsters, I don't know if I could survive a minute!" Ye Qinghan shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Forehead… "
This mask is about one meter in diameter, brown in color, with a faint purple airflow surrounding it.
However, the Yanlong Continent is very lively. Time flies. After Ye Qinghan fell into Luoshen Mountain, another year has passed and the Yanlong Festival is about to come.
"There is a rumor in the Night Emperor's Seven Styles family that if the seven styles can be fused into one style, the power will be increased tenfold. However, these seven styles feel completely unrelated, how can they be fused?"
"Hey... Just now a monster attacked, and it lasted for more than half an hour. If it were a group of monsters, I don't know if I could survive a minute!" Ye Qinghan shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Ye Qinghan began to repeat a boring and monotonous life. In addition to practicing every day, he was fighting monsters, constantly proficient in controlling the aura, and practicing the seven moves of the Ye Emperor. He hoped to understand the seven moves in one rumored by the Ye family and combine them. With his attack power increased tenfold, he can easily sweep through a swarm of crocodile monsters and easily break through the siege...
"Xiao Hei, come out and play!"
This person was Ye Qingyu, while Ye Qingwu stood beside her somewhat sadly, frowning slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.
But the back of Yejia was as quiet as ever, and the atmosphere was even a little serious and depressing.
"Fusion? Can this martial skill be fused? Um... Even if it can be fused, it will be quite difficult, right? No one in the Ye family has been able to fuse successfully?" Xiao Hei shook his little head slightly and said in confusion.
Ye Qinghan began to repeat a boring and monotonous life. In addition to practicing every day, he was fighting monsters, constantly proficient in controlling the aura, and practicing the seven moves of the Ye Emperor. He hoped to understand the seven moves in one rumored by the Ye family and combine them. With his attack power increased tenfold, he can easily sweep through a swarm of crocodile monsters and easily break through the siege...
Cangcheng is also bustling, and Yejiabao is certainly no exception. There were lanterns and colorful decorations, and the atmosphere was full of joy.
Ye Qinghan was also so helpless that he fell to the ground. Such continuous control of the aura to distort the attack was very draining on his mind, fighting spirit and physical strength.
"Buzz..."
On the stairs, two graceful women were standing. One woman was wearing white clothes and white hair. She was standing on the stairs with a lonely and stubborn expression. She was looking far away, in the direction of the south gate of Cangcheng, quietly. Silent.
Ye Qinghan slashed hard at the sky. The long blade at the front of the Azure Dragon Dagger instantly separated from the edge and swelled up in the wind, turning into a semi-circular sword energy and hitting the crocodile monster in front of it.
Ye Qinghan smiled bitterly and laughed at himself: "I also know that it is impossible. There are many strong men in the Ye family in the past, and no one can successfully fuse. Even the ancestor of Ye Ruoshui has never heard of the fusion being successful. Alas... But, I don't Practice this? What should I practice? I don’t know anything?”
Ye Qinghan smiled bitterly and laughed at himself: "I also know that it is impossible. There are many strong men in the Ye family in the past, and no one can successfully fuse. Even the ancestor of Ye Ruoshui has never heard of the fusion being successful. Alas... But, I don't Practice this? What should I practice? I don’t know anything?”
Ye Qinghan smiled bitterly and laughed at himself: "I also know that it is impossible. There are many strong men in the Ye family in the past, and no one can successfully fuse. Even the ancestor of Ye Ruoshui has never heard of the fusion being successful. Alas... But, I don't Practice this? What should I practice? I don’t know anything?”
On the stairs, two graceful women were standing. One woman was wearing white clothes and white hair. She was standing on the stairs with a lonely and stubborn expression. She was looking far away, in the direction of the south gate of Cangcheng, quietly. Silent.
Ye Tianlong, Ye Baihu, and Ye Qingniu were not in the mood to practice, but gathered together. The three of them stood helplessly by the lake, looking at the entrance to the back mountain, feeling sad and at a loss.
…
Ye Qinghan began to repeat a boring and monotonous life. In addition to practicing every day, he was fighting monsters, constantly proficient in controlling the aura, and practicing the seven moves of the Ye Emperor. He hoped to understand the seven moves in one rumored by the Ye family and combine them. With his attack power increased tenfold, he can easily sweep through a swarm of crocodile monsters and easily break through the siege...
Ye Qinghan began to repeat a boring and monotonous life. In addition to practicing every day, he was fighting monsters, constantly proficient in controlling the aura, and practicing the seven moves of the Ye Emperor. He hoped to understand the seven moves in one rumored by the Ye family and combine them. With his attack power increased tenfold, he can easily sweep through a swarm of crocodile monsters and easily break through the siege...
This Yanlong Festival is different from the old age. This time is the 10,000th year of the Yanlong Calendar. It has been ten thousand years since the beginning of the Yanlong Continent.
The crocodile monster is like a machine, a tireless and constant attacker. Ye Qinghan, on the other hand, stood within the light shield, eyes slightly narrowed, motionless, as if admiring the monster's attack.
Ye Qinghan began to repeat a boring and monotonous life. In addition to practicing every day, he was fighting monsters, constantly proficient in controlling the aura, and practicing the seven moves of the Ye Emperor. He hoped to understand the seven moves in one rumored by the Ye family and combine them. With his attack power increased tenfold, he can easily sweep through a swarm of crocodile monsters and easily break through the siege...
Ye Qinghan slashed hard at the sky. The long blade at the front of the Azure Dragon Dagger instantly separated from the edge and swelled up in the wind, turning into a semi-circular sword energy and hitting the crocodile monster in front of it.
…
The powerful claws of the crocodile monster struck the yellow sand, scratching the ground and leaving two deep grooves.
Ye Qinghan began to repeat a boring and monotonous life. In addition to practicing every day, he was fighting monsters, constantly proficient in controlling the aura, and practicing the seven moves of the Ye Emperor. He hoped to understand the seven moves in one rumored by the Ye family and combine them. With his attack power increased tenfold, he can easily sweep through a swarm of crocodile monsters and easily break through the siege...
Half an hour later, a cold sweat began to break out on Ye Qinghan's forehead. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, he smiled helplessly, waved his left hand, and after a flash of sword light, the monster in front of him was directly knocked away. It rolled several times on the yellow sand, burrowed into the ground, and disappeared.
"Huh..."
Ye Qinghan practiced day and night in Luoshen Mountain, living a monotonous life. There was no time in the mountain, and he didn't know what season or day it was.
"Hey... Just now a monster attacked, and it lasted for more than half an hour. If it were a group of monsters, I don't know if I could survive a minute!" Ye Qinghan shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Don't worry, boss. It's only been a few days since you learned to release your aura. Get used to it slowly. I estimate that if you can face the group attack for half an hour, we can hope to break through the siege of monsters and reach the safe area at the entrance of the passage. !”
Ye Qinghan practiced day and night in Luoshen Mountain, living a monotonous life. There was no time in the mountain, and he didn't know what season or day it was.
Ye Qinghan began to repeat a boring and monotonous life. In addition to practicing every day, he was fighting monsters, constantly proficient in controlling the aura, and practicing the seven moves of the Ye Emperor. He hoped to understand the seven moves in one rumored by the Ye family and combine them. With his attack power increased tenfold, he can easily sweep through a swarm of crocodile monsters and easily break through the siege...
But the back of Yejia was as quiet as ever, and the atmosphere was even a little serious and depressing.
"Huh..."
"Fusion? Can this martial skill be fused? Um... Even if it can be fused, it will be quite difficult, right? No one in the Ye family has been able to fuse successfully?" Xiao Hei shook his little head slightly and said in confusion.
"Buzz..."
Of course Ye Qinghan was not admiring or resting his mind. He was controlling the aura, distorting the monster's attacks.
However, the Yanlong Continent is very lively. Time flies. After Ye Qinghan fell into Luoshen Mountain, another year has passed and the Yanlong Festival is about to come.
Speaking of this, Ye Qinghan felt helpless again. For more than half a month, he fought several monsters every day. Although I practiced the Seventh Night Emperor Style very smoothly, I felt that it was just like this no matter how much I practiced it, and it could not increase the attack power. But he thought of the rumors about the Ye family, and still said with some expectancy:
Ye Qinghan began to repeat a boring and monotonous life. In addition to practicing every day, he was fighting monsters, constantly proficient in controlling the aura, and practicing the seven moves of the Ye Emperor. He hoped to understand the seven moves in one rumored by the Ye family and combine them. With his attack power increased tenfold, he can easily sweep through a swarm of crocodile monsters and easily break through the siege...
This Yanlong Festival is different from the old age. This time is the 10,000th year of the Yanlong Calendar. It has been ten thousand years since the beginning of the Yanlong Continent.
On the stairs, two graceful women were standing. One woman was wearing white clothes and white hair. She was standing on the stairs with a lonely and stubborn expression. She was looking far away, in the direction of the south gate of Cangcheng, quietly. Silent.
Xiao Hei blinked his little eyes and rubbed the little horn on his head against Ye Qinghan's thigh. He suddenly remembered something and said through the voice: "Boss, are your Seven Night Emperor's Styles useful? Let me see. After practicing for so long, I feel like I have become more proficient and can use the sword more freely, but the power has not become stronger at all, right?"
A shadow emerged from the chest, and Xiao Hei appeared in front of Ye Qinghan. It twisted its little arms and legs, stretched out in a very humane way, and said through the voice: "Not bad, boss, how long will you last today?" Ten more minutes! Keep up the good work.”
The three prefectures began to celebrate happily. Although the three prefectures had different cultural levels, the Flame Dragon Festival was a festival that all three tribes believed in together.
On the stairs, two graceful women were standing. One woman was wearing white clothes and white hair. She was standing on the stairs with a lonely and stubborn expression. She was looking far away, in the direction of the south gate of Cangcheng, quietly. Silent.
The crocodile monster is like a machine, a tireless and constant attacker. Ye Qinghan, on the other hand, stood within the light shield, eyes slightly narrowed, motionless, as if admiring the monster's attack.
Xiao Hei blinked his little eyes and rubbed the little horn on his head against Ye Qinghan's thigh. He suddenly remembered something and said through the voice: "Boss, are your Seven Night Emperor's Styles useful? Let me see. After practicing for so long, I feel like I have become more proficient and can use the sword more freely, but the power has not become stronger at all, right?"
Cangcheng is also bustling, and Yejiabao is certainly no exception. There were lanterns and colorful decorations, and the atmosphere was full of joy.
Ye Tianlong, Ye Baihu, and Ye Qingniu were not in the mood to practice, but gathered together. The three of them stood helplessly by the lake, looking at the entrance to the back mountain, feeling sad and at a loss.
Ye Qinghan was also so helpless that he fell to the ground. Such continuous control of the aura to distort the attack was very draining on his mind, fighting spirit and physical strength.
The crocodile monster turned up again and continued to attack the light shield. It's just that this light shield is very weird, it can actually distort attacks. Every time the crocodile monster attacks, it is pulled away by this light shield. It either attacks in the air or attacks on the ground. Every time it seems to attack Ye Qinghan inside the light shield, it slowly slides away. go.
Of course Ye Qinghan was not admiring or resting his mind. He was controlling the aura, distorting the monster's attacks.
But the back of Yejia was as quiet as ever, and the atmosphere was even a little serious and depressing.
Of course Ye Qinghan was not admiring or resting his mind. He was controlling the aura, distorting the monster's attacks.
After more than half a month of exploration, he finally learned how to release his aura a few days ago. He had just learned it and was not familiar with the control, so he only released the aura for about one meter. And every time a monster attacks, he only has one monster left. Instead of injuring it, he just lets it attack. He constantly controls the aura and is familiar with how to control the aura to distort the monster's attacks and protect himself.
Ye Qinghan smiled bitterly and laughed at himself: "I also know that it is impossible. There are many strong men in the Ye family in the past, and no one can successfully fuse. Even the ancestor of Ye Ruoshui has never heard of the fusion being successful. Alas... But, I don't Practice this? What should I practice? I don’t know anything?”
Half an hour later, a cold sweat began to break out on Ye Qinghan's forehead. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, he smiled helplessly, waved his left hand, and after a flash of sword light, the monster in front of him was directly knocked away. It rolled several times on the yellow sand, burrowed into the ground, and disappeared.
Cangcheng is also bustling, and Yejiabao is certainly no exception. There were lanterns and colorful decorations, and the atmosphere was full of joy.
Ye Tianlong, Ye Baihu, and Ye Qingniu were not in the mood to practice, but gathered together. The three of them stood helplessly by the lake, looking at the entrance to the back mountain, feeling sad and at a loss.
A shadow emerged from the chest, and Xiao Hei appeared in front of Ye Qinghan. It twisted its little arms and legs, stretched out in a very humane way, and said through the voice: "Not bad, boss, how long will you last today?" Ten more minutes! Keep up the good work.”
"Open Heaven Slash!"
"There is a rumor in the Night Emperor's Seven Styles family that if the seven styles can be fused into one style, the power will be increased tenfold. However, these seven styles feel completely unrelated, how can they be fused?"
Ye Qinghan practiced day and night in Luoshen Mountain, living a monotonous life. There was no time in the mountain, and he didn't know what season or day it was.
Ye Qinghan smiled bitterly and laughed at himself: "I also know that it is impossible. There are many strong men in the Ye family in the past, and no one can successfully fuse. Even the ancestor of Ye Ruoshui has never heard of the fusion being successful. Alas... But, I don't Practice this? What should I practice? I don’t know anything?”
"Huh..."
Ye Qingyu didn't reply or turn around. She just shook her head slightly and still stared blankly ahead, with a pair of clear eyes without any impurities, full of a touch of sadness and sadness.
On the stairs, two graceful women were standing. One woman was wearing white clothes and white hair. She was standing on the stairs with a lonely and stubborn expression. She was looking far away, in the direction of the south gate of Cangcheng, quietly. Silent.
The entrance to the back mountain is a row of long stairs. Standing at the intersection, you can overlook the entire Yejiabao, half of Cangcheng, and the most prosperous south gate of Cangcheng.
Ye Qingyu didn't reply or turn around. She just shook her head slightly and still stared blankly ahead, with a pair of clear eyes without any impurities, full of a touch of sadness and sadness.
The entrance to the back mountain is a row of long stairs. Standing at the intersection, you can overlook the entire Yejiabao, half of Cangcheng, and the most prosperous south gate of Cangcheng.
On the stairs, two graceful women were standing. One woman was wearing white clothes and white hair. She was standing on the stairs with a lonely and stubborn expression. She was looking far away, in the direction of the south gate of Cangcheng, quietly. Silent.
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
"Forehead… "
The wind started to rise, and the cold winter wind blew Ye Qingyu's white dress into a rustling sound, causing the silver threads on her hair to flutter, and also blew the cold tears hidden in the corners of her eyes into the distance...
Forehead? The Seven Styles of the Night Emperor!
"Hey... Just now a monster attacked, and it lasted for more than half an hour. If it were a group of monsters, I don't know if I could survive a minute!" Ye Qinghan shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Xiao Hei blinked his little eyes and rubbed the little horn on his head against Ye Qinghan's thigh. He suddenly remembered something and said through the voice: "Boss, are your Seven Night Emperor's Styles useful? Let me see. After practicing for so long, I feel like I have become more proficient and can use the sword more freely, but the power has not become stronger at all, right?"
But the back of Yejia was as quiet as ever, and the atmosphere was even a little serious and depressing.
Xiao Hei blinked his little eyes and rubbed the little horn on his head against Ye Qinghan's thigh. He suddenly remembered something and said through the voice: "Boss, are your Seven Night Emperor's Styles useful? Let me see. After practicing for so long, I feel like I have become more proficient and can use the sword more freely, but the power has not become stronger at all, right?"
This person was Ye Qingyu, while Ye Qingwu stood beside her somewhat sadly, frowning slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.
However, the Yanlong Continent is very lively. Time flies. After Ye Qinghan fell into Luoshen Mountain, another year has passed and the Yanlong Festival is about to come.
Ye Qinghan smiled bitterly and laughed at himself: "I also know that it is impossible. There are many strong men in the Ye family in the past, and no one can successfully fuse. Even the ancestor of Ye Ruoshui has never heard of the fusion being successful. Alas... But, I don't Practice this? What should I practice? I don’t know anything?”
Forehead? The Seven Styles of the Night Emperor!
But the back of Yejia was as quiet as ever, and the atmosphere was even a little serious and depressing.
After more than half a month of exploration, he finally learned how to release his aura a few days ago. He had just learned it and was not familiar with the control, so he only released the aura for about one meter. And every time a monster attacks, he only has one monster left. Instead of injuring it, he just lets it attack. He constantly controls the aura and is familiar with how to control the aura to distort the monster's attacks and protect himself.
Ye Qinghan was also so helpless that he fell to the ground. Such continuous control of the aura to distort the attack was very draining on his mind, fighting spirit and physical strength.
"Go back, Qingyu. It's getting dark soon. I guess your brother might not be able to come back. Besides, even if your brother comes back, the family will report it as soon as they receive the news. You can't just stand there stupidly like this." It’s useless?”
After more than half a month of exploration, he finally learned how to release his aura a few days ago. He had just learned it and was not familiar with the control, so he only released the aura for about one meter. And every time a monster attacks, he only has one monster left. Instead of injuring it, he just lets it attack. He constantly controls the aura and is familiar with how to control the aura to distort the monster's attacks and protect himself.
Ye Qinghan practiced day and night in Luoshen Mountain, living a monotonous life. There was no time in the mountain, and he didn't know what season or day it was.
Ye Qinghan frowned and did not avoid it. Instead, his body glowed with a brown light. A bubble-like light shield suddenly formed, completely covering his body.
This Yanlong Festival is different from the old age. This time is the 10,000th year of the Yanlong Calendar. It has been ten thousand years since the beginning of the Yanlong Continent.
After a long time, Ye Qingwu sighed softly and persuaded Ye Qingyu. This little girl, apart from practicing these days, has been standing here, looking at the south gate of Cangcheng stupidly. It seems that she thinks that her brother will come back when the Flame Dragon Festival is coming, but little does she know...
The three prefectures began to celebrate happily. Although the three prefectures had different cultural levels, the Flame Dragon Festival was a festival that all three tribes believed in together.
Ye Qinghan nodded with satisfaction, but from the corner of his eye, he saw that the remaining crocodile monster had suddenly pounced from behind, and its sharp claws were about to grab the back of the head.
Cangcheng is also bustling, and Yejiabao is certainly no exception. There were lanterns and colorful decorations, and the atmosphere was full of joy.
After a long time, Ye Qingwu sighed softly and persuaded Ye Qingyu. This little girl, apart from practicing these days, has been standing here, looking at the south gate of Cangcheng stupidly. It seems that she thinks that her brother will come back when the Flame Dragon Festival is coming, but little does she know...
But the back of Yejia was as quiet as ever, and the atmosphere was even a little serious and depressing.
"boil!"
"Puch!"
"There is a rumor in the Night Emperor's Seven Styles family that if the seven styles can be fused into one style, the power will be increased tenfold. However, these seven styles feel completely unrelated, how can they be fused?"
"boom!"
"Xiao Hei, come out and play!"
"boom!"
Ye Qingyu didn't reply or turn around. She just shook her head slightly and still stared blankly ahead, with a pair of clear eyes without any impurities, full of a touch of sadness and sadness.
"Fusion? Can this martial skill be fused? Um... Even if it can be fused, it will be quite difficult, right? No one in the Ye family has been able to fuse successfully?" Xiao Hei shook his little head slightly and said in confusion.
"Forehead… "
Ye Qinghan was also so helpless that he fell to the ground. Such continuous control of the aura to distort the attack was very draining on his mind, fighting spirit and physical strength.
The three prefectures began to celebrate happily. Although the three prefectures had different cultural levels, the Flame Dragon Festival was a festival that all three tribes believed in together.
The wind started to rise, and the cold winter wind blew Ye Qingyu's white dress into a rustling sound, causing the silver threads on her hair to flutter, and also blew the cold tears hidden in the corners of her eyes into the distance...
Of course Ye Qinghan was not admiring or resting his mind. He was controlling the aura, distorting the monster's attacks.
The powerful claws of the crocodile monster struck the yellow sand, scratching the ground and leaving two deep grooves.
Ye Qingyu didn't reply or turn around. She just shook her head slightly and still stared blankly ahead, with a pair of clear eyes without any impurities, full of a touch of sadness and sadness.
But the back of Yejia was as quiet as ever, and the atmosphere was even a little serious and depressing.