Yun San's eyes widened suddenly. If you can cultivate ten palm shadows in Daqianye Palm, a low-rank martial art, it would be an introduction, and Yunchuan can now shoot hundreds of palm shadows. There is no doubt about it. The realm of micro-consciousness.
Yun San felt as if he had been hit by thousands of fierce horses, the cracking sound of bones was heard clearly, and the whole arm was dripping with blood, weakly drooping, and the stubble was exposed outside. .
One reason for this situation is that Yunchuan’s shot timing was extremely accurate. It was in a rush, then faded, and exhausted. Yunchuan’s shot was precisely when Yunsan missed the third attack. The power is exhausted, when the new power is not yet born.
In addition, Yun San did not expect that Yunchuan had two martial arts that had been cultivated to the realm of microcosms, and was a little caught off guard. For a young man of the same bloodline and extremely poor martial arts aptitude, this was nothing short of a challenge. Unbelievable things.
Yun San's hair was gray, his hair bun exploded, his shaved hair was spreading, his feet kicked back to relieve Yun Chuan's strength, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a pain in his back, and directly hit a plant that was surrounded by several people. Above the big tree, the huge counter-shock force made him spout a mouthful of blood on the spot,
"Yun San, who should kneel and die now!"
The young man screamed, his white clothes fluttered, and followed him. Once again, the old tree behind Yun San exploded and turned into sawdust. The old man fell a few meters away like a kite with a broken line, his mouth constantly overflowing. Blood, mixed with visceral pieces.
Yun San laughed miserably, his gray hair was scattered, and the aura of the master in the mid-tempering period was no longer, like a dead end, with blood in his mouth constantly coughing up blood, and said: "Yunchuan, I still expected you to hide it. This is so deep, you can feel the two martial arts to the micro-level in the initial stage of body tempering. If you do not die, you will surely become the confidant of the young master in the future, but your fault is that you exposed too early and angered Yun Cheng Shao. Lord, you can't live either!"
Yun Chuan shook his head and chuckled, with pity in his eyes: "Yun San, you are loyal, but now that you are dead, why bother to hold on to it? Maybe it won't be long before your master will come down to accompany you."
Yun San’s pale old face suddenly flushed, and he ignored Yunchuan, trimmed his clothes, bowed to the position of Yuncheng Mansion, banged his head, said tragically: "Young Master, the old slave is incompetent, I can’t share your worries for you anymore. !"
"It's a loyal slave, but it's a pity that he is not loyal."
There was a touch of emotion in the young boy's eyes. The aura on Yun San's body has dissipated, and there is no alive. He has been shaken by Yunchuan to shatter his internal organs, just holding back and returning to the light.
His consciousness was immersed in the golden ancient scroll, and he looked at the original position of the soul value of the empty space, and the next moment his face showed joy.
"Yun San's death has contributed 300 soul points to me. I believe it can give Yun a big surprise, and it is worthy of the loyalty of Yun San, an old slave."
Yun Chuan frowned slightly, his eyes lit up, and he murmured: "The Great Qianye Palm needs two hundred soul points to reach the perfect state. I have never heard of anyone who has cultivated the big Qianye Palm of the lower grade. The perfect state, I don’t know how shocking it will be... ."
Seven days passed in a flash.
After using the soul value obtained by slaying Yun San to upgrade the Great Chiba Palm to the perfect state, Yun Chuan has a lot of insights about the Great Chiba Palm in his mind. Over the past seven days, he has been integrating what he previously obtained. Comprehend, and strive to master all the great Qianye palms in the perfect realm.
"Count the time, the martial arts test in the family is about to begin."
Yun Chuan looked at the sky, changed into a clean white coat, and walked towards the Yun family's martial arts field.
The Yun Family Martial Arts Field covers a huge area, can accommodate thousands of people and is more than enough. It is not at all crowded. As one of the three great families in Luoyun City where it is located, the martial arts assessment in the family can be said to affect the entire Izumo City. Wu Xiu's mind, ordinary Wu Xiu is not qualified to come, but the other two big families, the Gongsun family and the Zhao family, both have the elders of the clan leading the family children to watch.
When Yunchuan arrived, the empty martial arts field in the past was already bustling today. At first glance, there were thousands of people. In another hour, the martial arts assessment will officially begin.
"Cousin Yunchuan, I'm finally waiting for you to come!"