Dragon Emperor, Martial God

Today's eighth shift, Ling Yun recognized his ancestors and returned to the clan, and the first update sent a monthly ticket

For Ling Yun, who is eager to improve his realm strength, what he lacks and needs most is what is aura?

No matter what it is, as long as it can touch the spiritual energy, Ling Yun will not let it go.

If the congratulatory gift that Long Tianjiao sent to Ling Yun yesterday was not 2.7 billion, but something with spiritual energy, Ling Yun would definitely accept it unceremoniously.

500 million US dollars, although Ling Yun was moved, but he is not short of money now; he is not short of practice secrets, there are many powerful cultivation methods in his mind, and he can't practice them; as for the silk of the black gold silkworm Although the woven cloth is hard to find in the world, if Ling Yun starts to refine the artifact, it is not difficult to make a piece of clothing that is invulnerable to swords and guns. He only needs to make a few defensive formations on ordinary clothes, so he is not in a hurry. .

But the aura is different. If Lingyun wants to speed up his cultivation, improve his realm and enhance his strength, he must have enough aura for him to absorb.

The things in this wooden box can actually release such a powerful, pure and vigorous wooden spiritual energy, how could Ling Yun not be jealous

What's more, the current Qingshuiwan villa also has a wooden box that is exactly the same.

"Old Cui, what's in this wooden box?" Ling Yun stared at the mysterious wooden box for a long time, and he absorbed a lot of wood spiritual energy before asking.

Old Cui smiled kindly, then bent over and picked up the wooden box, placed it on the coffee table, and without selling it, he opened the wooden box at will, and the wooden spiritual energy surged in an instant, which was absorbed by Ling Yun and felt a little joyful. no waste

Ling Yun fixed his eyes on it, and was stunned for a moment: "This"

It was a piece of wood. And it is dead wood, and I don't know how many years it has been dead.

The wood is about a meter long, as thick as an adult arm, and straight. From the outside to the inside, it was dark and charred, and it looked more like a black iron rod.

It's all this kind of wood. It should have been completely dead and rotten, but Ling Yun clearly saw that at the end of the black wood, at the very edge of the circular section, there was a bulge the size of a sunflower seed, which was a bright yellow bud. , pink and tender, showing the tenacity of vitality. vibrant

Dead wood meets spring

The mighty one,

The pure and exuberant wood aura is precisely what this melon-seed-sized bud radiates.

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Ling Yun was so shocked that he couldn't sit still any longer, and suddenly stood up from the sofa.

Old Cui seemed to have expected that Ling Yun would be shocked and excited. He still sat still and said to Ling Yun with a smile, "Little guy. Pick it up and take a look."

Before Cui Lao's words were finished, Ling Yun had already reached out and grabbed the dead tree in his hand, holding it in front of his eyes for a closer look.

The bark of dead wood is rough, black as charcoal, and feels heavy in the hand. Has a special texture.

"Hey, look at the surface of this wood, the texture of the bark is very similar to willow."

Ling Yun couldn't help but be surprised, even if the arm was thick and the wood was about one meter long, it would only weigh ten pounds at most, and it would be even lighter if it died. But this dead tree, with at least 80 pounds of willow, would never be so heavy.

Ling Yunxin said, no wonder the wooden box in his house is so heavy, there is such a piece of wood in it, it is strange that it is not heavy.

Seeing that Lingyun was holding the dead wood in his hand to study, Old Cui became excited again, shaking his Adam's apple and said, "Little guy, pierce your finger and drop a drop of blood on this wood."

Ling Yun was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was just a piece of wood, could it be possible to recognize the Lord with blood

How did Ling Yun know that Cui Lao did not ask him to drop blood to recognize his master, but to let him recognize his relatives with blood.

However, Ling Yun of course knew that Elder Cui would not harm him. He did not hesitate to use the fingernail of his right thumb to gently swipe the belly of his right index finger, instantly slashing a bloody opening, and a few drops of blood gushed out.

This was the most critical moment. Old Cui was excited, his body trembling and he stood up. He hurriedly said to Ling Yun, "Little guy, drop your blood on this piece of wood, hurry up."

That excited voice was almost bewitching, even more urgent than spreading rumors or selling out the bait.

Ling Yun was very straightforward. He directly pressed his bleeding right index finger on the dead tree.

The next scene completely left Ling Yun stunned.

As his pierced index finger pressed against the rough surface of the dead wood, the blood on Ling Yun's hand did not stay on the surface, but immediately immersed in the dead wood, spreading rapidly along the bark lines on the surface.

Moreover, this was not over yet, Ling Yun felt that his blood flow was accelerating, and the blood continued to gather towards the index finger of his right hand.

"Damn, here comes another blood sucker"

Although the scene was miraculous and amazing, Ling Yun was not surprised. He was not in a hurry to take his palm away, but directly held the dead tree with his right hand and let it absorb his own blood.

After reaching the eighth level of body training, Ling Yun's current dantian size is equivalent to thousands of ordinary people's. The blood is like the sea, and the blood is strong. He doesn't care about this little blood.

Old Cui watched this scene excitedly, but he didn't mean to dissuade Ling Yun. His eyes flashed brightly and his eyes were red.

Ling Yun's fresh blood flowed faster and faster, more and more, that dead tree was like a very hungry baby, greedily absorbing Ling Yun's blood, without any intention of stopping.

"Little Master" Cui Lao was so excited that he couldn't stand, finally he no longer concealed his identity, and did not change his words in the middle, but simply called Ling Yun "little master"

Old Cui's eyes were red, tears were streaming down his face, his body was trembling, he came to the outside of the sofa in a flash, and bowed his head to Ling Yun.

"Elder Cui, I can't do it"

Ling Yun was caught off guard, Elder Cui was already kneeling on the ground, his body was thrown to the ground, he kowtowed heavily to Ling Yun, and when he raised his head again, tears of excitement had already blurred his eyes.

"Cui Lao, what are you doing, please get up quickly"

Ling Yun was in a hurry. He really had no choice but to grab the dead tree that was sucking blood with his right hand, fly forward, bend over slightly, and use his left hand to help Elder Cui, who was kneeling on the ground, up.

"Old Cui, if you have anything to say, you can just tell me directly. If you do this, I don't know what to do."

Ling Yun supported the excited Elder Cui, stomping his feet in embarrassment, and holding a black dead wood in his right hand, his movements were very funny.

Old Cui burst into tears, his eyes blurred, his hands tightly grasped Ling Yun's arm, his mouth choked, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

After a while, Cui Lao raised his hand and wiped the old tears from his face. Seeing that Ling Yun was still holding the dead tree in his hand, he couldn't help but panic and said: "Little Master, it's almost there, hurry up and let go."

Lingyun didn't know, but Cui Lao knew that dead wood sucked blood, but he couldn't let it absorb it, because once it was absorbed, it would never end.

Where is this going? Ling Yun has experienced the recognition of the master of the emperor's pen. At that time, his blood was absorbed more, so he said nonchalantly: "Old Cui, don't worry, I have a lot of blood, such a small wound, let it suck for a while. Bar"

Lingyun could feel the greed of the dead tree, but he was also puzzled in his heart. It was now, so much blood had entered, but he still did not have the feeling of blood connection with the dead tree. This was not normal.

Isn't it because of the blood that confesses to the Lord and sucks so much blood from me, sucks in vain

However, Ling Yun knew that this dead tree could have such a miraculous performance, and it was definitely a treasure. Even if it wasn't a drop of blood to recognize the master, he didn't care. Anyway, this treasure will be his in the future, and there will be time to study it slowly.

Moreover, although dead wood sucks blood, it is greedy, but it does not stick to Ling Yun like the human emperor pen. As long as Ling Yun wants to let go, he can stop the absorption of dead wood at any time, so he is not worried.

"Elder Cui, please sit down." Ling Yun helped the excited Elder Cui to sit down, and at the same time, he returned to his seat in a flash, still holding the dead tree with his right hand, and sat down casually.

"Elder Cui, I heard that you suddenly called me young master just now. This is" Ling Yun asked earnestly, staring at Mr. Cui with a bright gaze.

Old Cui also stared at Ling Yun with excited eyes. He suddenly raised his hand and wiped away the hot tears on his face again before slowly saying, "Little Master, my name is Cui Zhongwu, and I'm from the Ling family in the capital."

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Ling Yun was shocked again, and jumped up from his seat suddenly. The Ling family in the capital was indeed the Ling family in the capital.

Although Ling Yun guessed early that he might be inextricably linked with the Ling family in the capital, he was still shocked when Old Cui said it himself.

"In less than two months, the young master has already dealt with the Cao family, the Sun family, the Chen family, the Long family, and the Li family in the capital, and he must already know something about the seven major families in the capital. Bar"

Old Cui pondered slightly, thinking about how to say what he wanted to express so that Ling Yun could accept it. He decided to start with the seven major families.

What Cui Lao said was the truth, not to mention Ling Yun and Cao Shanshan of the Cao family, but even killed three members of Sun Tianbiao's family, killed Chen Jianren of the Chen family in Shennongjia, fanned Chen Jianrou in the East China Sea, and robbed Long Tianjiao's wife. At Ning'er's birthday party, he slapped Long Tianyu and Li Youmin in the face

Of course, what Mr. Cui didn't know was that Ling Yun had already met his half-sister, Ling Xue of the Ling family, in the East China Sea.

It can be said that among the seven major families in the capital, apart from the mysterious and low-key Ye family, Ling Yun and the other six major families have all had some dealings with each other.

While Ling Yun was shocked, he exhaled heavily, then nodded lightly and said, "Yes, usually, my aunt also told me something about this."

Cui Lao's eyes are very solemn at the moment, never before. After taking a few deep breaths, he said slowly, word by word:

"Little young master, please forgive me, you are one of the seven major families in the capital, the direct descendant of the Ling family, and the biological son of Ling Xiao, the third young master of the Ling family." To be continued.