It's just that now these two yellow-level low-grade martial arts, now when he uses them, because of the accumulation of previous lives, the power is greater.
Although martial arts are divided into four major ranks, even the same martial arts, the powers displayed in the hands of different people are quite different, and they are roughly divided into the entry level, the subtle level, and the perfect level.
In the previous life, Yunchuan had only the most inferior first-rank bloodline, and his martial arts aptitude was too low. Therefore, until the end, he had only practiced the two yellow-level inferior martial arts to the micro-level of consciousness. After rebirth, he had to deal with these two martial arts. His insight was also brought by him.
Yun Chuan closed his eyes, his consciousness immersed on the golden ancient scroll, and gradually, a trace of excitement appeared on his face.
"Big Qianye Palm, with the accumulation of previous lives, I am now in the micro-level of consciousness, but I only need two hundred points to improve to the perfect state. The seven stars are more daily, and I need five hundred points, only a few hundred soul points. Value, I can achieve an achievement that I could not achieve in my previous life!"
"I don't know Young Master Yunchuan, what's happy about it, why don't you say it to make the old slave Lele?"
Suddenly at this moment, a negative voice came, causing the joy on Yunchuan's face to fade away.
I saw that while his consciousness was immersed in the golden scroll, behind him, an old man was slowly approaching him.
This old man he knew was Yun Cheng's family slave Yunsan, who had reached the level of the mid-tempering body.
This kind of domestic slaves are the Yun family members who have only a first-grade bloodline and cannot achieve much in martial arts, and are unwilling to be side branches of the family, so they are dependent on others to work for others.
"Oh it's you."
Yun Chuan smiled suddenly, the sun was shining brightly, as if he was a big boy with no thoughts, and said: "Why, Yuncheng asked you to trouble me?"
The old man Yun San was condescending, looking down at Yunchuan, and suddenly he smiled and said: "Yunchuan, Yunchuan, I really admire you, a guy like me who can't set foot in the higher realm of martial arts in his life, dare to offend Young Master Yuncheng. , Come on, how do you want to die?"
His face trembled, and Sen Han said: "You don't have to think about resisting. The old man's martial arts training is already in the middle stage of body tempering. You are a little guy who has just been promoted to the early stage of body tempering. Take you, the more you resist, the more excited I will be. Of course, if you obediently kneel down and get killed, I can let you keep a whole body."
"Don't kneel down and die, crush your bones!"
Yun San shouted angrily, strode forward, and patted Yunchuan's head with a palm, bringing out the whistling sound, and the strong wind made the leaves fall from a few meters away.
There was a cruel look on Yun San’s wrinkled old face. He seemed to have seen the scene where Yun Chuan was photographed into fleshy flesh by his broken bones. His martial arts aptitude was low, and he had only practiced this yellow-level lower-grade martial arts throughout his life. And until now, it's only an introductory realm, but with his mid-body tempering realm, he still has the confidence to slap Yunchuan directly to death with a single palm.
"Seven stars follow the sun!"
With a long roar, Yun Chuan was shaped like a civet, stepping on a strange step under his feet and directly avoiding Yun San's palm, directly causing the opponent's energy to hit the empty space.
"How could it be possible to know the micro-level martial arts? You are only the most inferior first-rank bloodline, how can it be possible to comprehend the martial arts to the realm of micro-consciousness!"
There was shock on Yun San's face, his eyes were extremely old, and he knew that the Qixing Sun-Daily skill was only a yellow-ranked martial skill. If it was an entry-level, he would not be able to avoid his attack. The performance is clearly the performance of practicing this martial art to the realm of micro-knowledge.
An incomparably strong jealousy suddenly appeared in his heart. Throughout his life, he never felt the broken bone palm into the realm of micro-knowledge, and now, a 16-year-old who is also the same inferior first-class bloodline like him The young man actually realized a martial skill into the smallest state, and the killing intent that broke out on his body suddenly became strong at this moment.
"Old dog, there are many things you don't know. Even the martial arts of the perfect realm will be displayed by me in the future!"
Yunchuan laughed and stepped on Qixing day by day, once again dodging Yun San's attack.
"It's not ashamed to say, just a yellow-level inferior martial art who has the chance to be so arrogant and arrogant, and the old man will let you know that he wants to kill you, like a dog!"
"Great Chiba Palm!"
But at this moment, Yun Chuan suddenly no longer dodges, but instead slapped it with one palm, surging with palm strength, imagining hundreds of palm shadows, and suddenly enveloping Yun San.
"The Big Qianye Palm has also been cultivated by you to the realm of microcosm, it's impossible!"