Heaven Extinction Martial Emperor

As we all know, the power of the physique is the power that naturally occurs after the body is strong. I have never heard of it being able to precipitate out on its own.

However, everything in front of us subverts ordinary people's perception.

Xia Qingchen slightly exclaimed: "It is worthy of the cultivation method of the ancient gods, indeed there is something extraordinary."

It is the strength of the physical body alone that is the martial arts of the rest of the gods, never before.

Xia Qingchen only felt that the body was warm, especially the abdomen, as if there were dozens of heat streams surging, bringing strong warmth between the cycles.

His body also felt unprecedentedly powerful, as if he could smash the mountains with a wave of his hand, and he could crush the stream when he lifted his foot.

Of course, it came with extreme physical weakness.

After experiencing the inhuman torture of connecting the meridians and the twisting of the small veins, the appearance of his body seems to be unhealthy, but in fact the body is weak to the extreme, and now he can only barely stand up and cannot exercise vigorously.

He gasped lightly, exerting a little force, and all felt the pain of the tear from his lungs.

"Sure enough, I can't be too happy." Xia Qingchen laughed at himself. Although he succeeded in cultivating the first built-in space, the price he paid was really big.

At least before dawn, the body will be in a weak state.

"Fortunately, don't delay tomorrow's fighting." Xia Qingchen slowly closed his eyes, seized the time to recover his body silently, and after undergoing the cultivation of "Buddha Evil Bone", his body's self-healing power was far stronger than ever.

And at this moment.

A group of Tibetan mirror priests and Li Luo priests who led the priests and moved the crowd to the tribe of Wulu priests.

The Wulu priest came down with a hand, and his expression was very calm: "Two, what is the reason for such a big battle?"

The priest of the Tibetan mirror sullenly cast out a list, pointed at the "Hu Yifan" above, and opened the door to the road: "Wu Luo priest, give us an explanation!"

The priest of Liluo was in a very hot mood, and his anger was all open: "If your Wuluo family can’t find a deceased person, I will find it for you from the Liluo tribe! Just find a three-legged cat in full, and it’s really your Wuluo who can do it. !"

Facing the aggressive questioning of the two tribes, the Wulu priest was calm and a smile appeared on his face: "Haha, the two are so nervous that they are both so calm that they begin to doubt the old man's ability? "

As the head of the top ten priests, the ability of Wulu priest is well known, and this time he is the head of the fight for kingship.

How can he give such a heavy responsibility to an unbearable person regardless of importance?

If the priest of the Tibetan mirror and the priest of Lilu are calmly thinking about it, they should understand that this "Hu Yifan" is not very human.

Oh?

Gazing at the Wulu priest's calm and confident look, the Tibetan mirror priest calmed down and thought about it too. Wu Xiangtian was a nonsense, but Wulu priest wasn't!

He has always been a cannibalist, so why is he as confused as his son?

"Wu Luo priest, this is a big deal, and I also ask you to give us a clear reply, so that we don't worry about it." The Tibetan mirror priest clenched his fists.

With a smile, the Wulu priest invited the two groups to the camp account, and then patted his palms: "Bring it."

Soon, several tribes of Wulu priests came in with a giant barbarian covered in white cloth. He lay straight on the stretcher, unable to move.

Can only be judged from the mouth, the ups and downs of the white cloth ups and downs, the other party is not just a corpse.

"Show us what half-dead people do?" The grumpy Liluo priest patted the case a few times: "What we want is explanation, less messy things."

The Tibetan mirror priest also showed dissatisfaction, and said, "Please also ask the Wulu priest not to talk about other things, and explain to us as soon as possible!"

There was a faint smile on the corner of Wulu priest's mouth, a little toes, a strong airflow flew out from underneath his feet, and rushed towards the wounded. The white cloth on his body was naturally lifted off.

They looked at it and stood up in unison, showing shock.

"No! Sen! Yu!"

The name of Wang Ting's first barbaric warrior, who doesn't know who doesn't know?

Zang Shuiyue's eyes widened and he could not put in a channel: "Why is he here? Also, how did he get hurt like this?"

Her question was also a confusion in the hearts of everyone present.

The Wulu priest sat down with all his leisure, tasted a **** spirit, and said hoarsely: "Don't you doubt the eyes of the old man's selection? Now, you see it."

What do you mean?

The two juniors, Zangshuiyue and Lifeiting, were confused and did not understand what the Wulu priest wanted to say.

However, the priest of the Tibetan mirror and the priest of Liluo immediately understood that the already shocked face, a deeper consternation came out: "Wuwu priest, you would not say that No. Senyu was beaten by Hu Yifan like this? "

The Wuzong priest took care of the dusting of the shiny black plumage on the duster: "What do you think?"

The Tibetan mirror priest took a breath. Who can beat No. Senyu among the barbarian youth?

He suddenly remembered something and said, "How old is he, and will he be over 25 years old? If that's the case, it doesn't make sense."

The torch of the holy fire sacrifice has extremely high requirements on the age of the fighters, and it cannot exceed 25 years old at most, otherwise it will be regarded as blasphemous.

Wulu priest chuckled: "I am so confused that I can't even tell the age of this person? This person is less than twenty-five, no, maybe not even twenty."

Although he can't see the true face of Xia Qingchen, from the skin's point of view, it is likely to be a teenager under twenty.

"I said, Wulu priest, do you have to limit your bragging?" Liluo priest patted the case and yelled, "Why don't you say that he is the one who beat Senyu?" "

How come the barbarians are less than twenty years old, defeating No. Senyu's super arrogance?

Such arrogance, martial arts civilizations such as Zhongyun Realm and Liangjing, may also be born, barbarians, impossible!

Who knows, if Wulu priest smiled deeply: "If I tell you, he really defeated No. Senyu?"

what?

The juniors present were all shocked, eyes full of disbelief, one trick to beat No. Senyu like this, or a barbarian who was younger than them?

If this is the case, haven't they lived on dogs all these years?

Li Luo priest even smiled angrily: "Wu Luo priest! Do you treat us all as fools?"

Such ridiculous lies can all come out to deceive them, and have the Wulu priests put them in their eyes?

The Tibetan mirror priest also shook his head straight, his face gloomy like water: "Wu Luo, what on earth do you want to do? If you don't want to cooperate with our two tribes, you can speak out, why insult our wisdom?"

But anyone with a little brain can't believe his words.

"Hahaha..." Wulu priest laughed: "If you don't believe, I can swear to the barbarian god. In addition, my son Wu Xiangtian, the second brother Uber and the nephew Wu Guiming are all present, they can also To testify."