Medical Sovereign

"It's interesting, watch me run around like a wolf!"

Lang Dong danced wildly, like a god and demon. After laughing, his figure disappeared suddenly. The speed was so fast that the naked eye couldn't catch it. He could only see afterimages that seemed to be real, as if he had transformed into thousands, making people dizzy.

puff!

The Daguan knife suddenly cut through the air, and bounced back after falling on the ground, making Long Xiaotian a little flustered.

Lang Dong appeared strangely beside Long Xiaotian, and turned his fists into claws to grab his shoulder.

Long Xiaotian was slightly astonished, and his face turned pale. Although this dragon's sigh was powerful, it consumed a lot of spiritual power, which made him gasp slightly.

But he is worthy of being the number one martial arts genius in the ancient martial arts world, and how could he admit defeat so easily? Seeing that Lang Dong's wolf claws were about to grab his shoulder, he chose to abandon the knife without hesitation, and his body was as light as a slippery loach. With a twist, this claw can be avoided without delay.

"Overlord Fist!"

Long Xiaotian managed to dodge the claw, and with a loud shout, his whole demeanor changed drastically, as if he was a domineering king who ruled the world, and he punched the wolf in an upright manner.

"Beautiful, with just this trick, you are many times stronger than that Gui Jianshou."

Lang Dong didn't seem to expect that the other party would be able to evade the inevitable claw, he gave a sincere admiration, and raised his fist to face Long Xiaotian's fist without flinching.

The ghost with a bruised nose, swollen face, and gasping for breath heard the news, his face was so dark that water dripped out, and he growled aggrievedly, Nima, I am practicing the way of ghosts, and it takes time to perform well, don't you say anything Let's start fighting as soon as we come up, it's just a sneak attack, okay? If we fight in a fair manner, we don't know who will win.

Even though he said this, Gui Jianchou knew very well in his heart that Lang Dong's speed was too fast. Even if he did it all over again, he was not sure that he would be able to display his ghost way before Lang Dong attacked.

After all, Ghost Dao is more of a warlock type in nature, and needs to keep a distance to gain time to cast spells. Once someone gets close, they will only be beaten, and Lang Dong's extraordinary speed is just his nemesis.

Therefore, the fact that Long Xiaotian has been able to fight Lang Dong up to now does not mean that he is better than Gui Jianshou, the main reason is that his path is different from Gui Jianshou, which is more suitable for confrontational toughness,

And Lang Dong didn't really show his strength, which made Long Xiaotian appear to be much more powerful than Gui Jianchou.

People with discerning eyes naturally know what's going on, but most people present don't understand this truth, they only think that Gui Jianchou is a vain name, and it can't be compared with Long Xiaotian at all, so how can Gui Jianchou not be aggrieved.

"Royal Contest!"

Although everyone is restricted to the Tianwu realm, Long Xiaotian knows that Lang Dong's cultivation is definitely far higher than the Tianwu realm, and he is definitely no match for him if he tries to consume himself. A powerful ultimate move, if you want to win or lose with one move.

Two figures wearing crowns and dragon robes, their faces blurred, two feet high phantoms appeared behind him out of thin air, like emperors looking down at the world, they raised their hands and struck at each other with all their strength, a terrifying wave of air surged , Converging into a domineering torrent sweeping the world, rushing towards the wolf.

"Faxiang? My God, it turned out to be a real martial arts level combat skill."

"It's no wonder that Long Xiaotian is known as the number one genius warrior in ancient martial arts, and with a cultivation base of Tianwu realm, he can display real martial arts level combat skills."

"Combat skills, only heaven-level cultivation techniques can display magic phase combat skills. The Long family is indeed a family of ancient martial arts with profound heritage."

"Hiss! Heaven-level skills? How is that possible? How could those holy gates allow the Long family to have heaven-level skills?"

"You are ignorant. Hundreds of years ago, the ancestors of the Long family took the initiative to hand over this exercise to the Holy Gate. This is a heaven-level exercise with blood restrictions. Without the blood of the Long family, you can do it again." No matter how talented you are, you can't practice the Long family's skills."

"Fuck, it's still like this. No wonder the Holy Gate doesn't covet the Long Family."

"If the Guanglong family had a bloodline technique, they would have been wiped out by the Holy Gate long ago, so as not to raise tigers, but there are more than one family in the ancient martial arts world that have a bloodline technique."

"Oh, which one else has blood art?"

"A long time ago, in the ancient martial arts world, there were eight ancient martial arts families, namely Long, Bai, Feng, Gui, Xiong, He, Yuan, and Bao, all of which were handed down the heavenly bloodline skills."

"I know the Long family and the Feng family, but I have never heard of the other six families."

"These eight ancient martial arts families are all ancient families with hundreds or even thousands of years of history. At the peak of their prosperity, there were many masters in the family, and even the limelight overwhelmed all the holy sects. At the end of the Song Dynasty, other families except the Long and Feng families suddenly disappeared into the long river of history. Although the Long and Feng families have continued to this day, their vitality has also been severely damaged, and they can only be ranked under the Holy Sect."

"Could it be the Holy Gate..."

"Hush, do you want to die? Be careful, be careful, lest disaster come out of your mouth."

"Uh, hehe, the moon is really round today, and the weather is nice."

...

Following the exclamations and whispers of the crowd, He Ling'er's ears moved, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she fell into deep thought.

Bai family? White Tiger Family; Homecoming? Xuanwu family; Xiong family? Could it be the Earth Violent Bear family; the Yuan family? Could it be the King Kong ape family; the Bao family? Could it be the ghost leopard clan; then, could the He family be his ancestor's He family?

After all, the Cranes are not native creatures in the Kunpeng Realm, but their ancestors were hunted down and accidentally entered the Kunpeng Realm by mistake, where they have thrived to this day.

Who was he hunted down by? Could it be these so-called Holy Gates?

As for the timing? There's nothing wrong with it, the two worlds have different time flows. A hundred years on the earth means ten thousand years in the Kunpeng world, and a thousand years means a hundred thousand years.

However, the time when the ancestors of He Zu entered the Kunpeng Realm by mistake was about 80,000 years ago, and the Song Dynasty was exactly 800 years ago, which basically coincided with the time when the He family disappeared.

I don't know if the second uncle found the ancestral land? Maybe the He family is a clue, He Ling thought faintly.

He Ming left alone to find his ancestral land the next day after he came to the human world, and no news has come back so far.

"The wolf howls in the sky!"

Feeling the terrifying power of the emperor's hegemony, the wolf's eyes shone brightly, his waist bowed, his body straightened, and behind him suddenly appeared a phantom of a giant wolf with a size of five feet, and let out a piercing wolf howl. The huge wolf paws scratched forward like a ball of wool, and the phantoms of the two emperors shattered like paper and dissipated in the air.

"Well!"

Long Xiaotian let out a muffled groan, staggered back two steps, his face became bloodless, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, he cupped his fists in frustration and bowed: "I lost."

Lang Dong put away the phantom, with a look of admiration in his eyes: "You are very good, and I can easily defeat you because my cultivation level is higher than yours. In the same realm, there are only a handful of people who can defeat you."

Long Xiaotian shook his head bitterly, and said calmly: "Although your cultivation level is higher than mine, it still suppresses your cultivation level. If I lose, I lose. There is no reason to look for it. I am not as good as you."

Lang Dong had a hearty fight, and felt sympathy for Long Xiaotian. Seeing his depression, he smiled and comforted him: "Of course it's different. Although my cultivation has been suppressed, my spiritual power reserve and You are completely different in comparison, if I'm not mistaken, your last move of the Emperor's Hegemony was not able to exert its maximum power because of your lack of spiritual power, so I easily tore it to pieces."

"Well, that's true. The more spiritual power is input, the greater the power of the magic form formed by the Emperor's Contest. I don't have enough spiritual power, and I haven't even exerted one-thousandth of its power."

Long Xiaotian can accept his failure, but he absolutely cannot accept that his combat skills are underestimated, so he explained it specially.

"When you can fully display the true power of this move, let's fight again."

Lang Dong smiled and invited, and Long Xiaotian's frustration was swept away, he became high-spirited again, nodded heavily, bowed earnestly, picked up the Daguan knife, and dragged him back to the crowd of the Long family.

Long Xiaotian's strength is very strong, Gui Jianchou thought to himself that if he really fought with him, he would not have much chance of winning, which made him extremely frustrated, he quietly gestured to the eight dogs with the same bruised nose and swollen face, and sneaked into the room with a disheveled face Steal away from the crowd.

A farce-style conflict came to an end, and Lang Dong and the others lost the intention of continuing to stroll, and returned to the station with Pimuer and Helena who looked like a dog skin plaster. Watching the members of the Royal Alliance follow behind them, I feel that this precious girl has completely embarrassed me tonight.

However, seeing the two corpses of the disciples of the Holy Doctor Sect still lying there alone, his heart immediately became balanced. Don't dare.

The night market soon returned to normal order. People wandered around in twos and threes, but they were all elated, talking about the scene just now, and guessed who Lang Dong and the others were. Ignore it.

In the resident of Shengyimen, the old antique with white hair and childlike face sank like water, staring coldly at Pi Yitian, who was kneeling on the ground with a sluggish breath, and said angrily: "The major sects have just signed a treaty that they will not act rashly during the Warriors Conference. You are better off!" , for the sake of a few troublesome disciples who took the lead in breaking the agreement..."

"Master, those people are the ones who bully others too much, not to mention them and that Ding Ning..."

Pi Yitian argued with an annoyed expression.

His Wuhun was severely injured, and even after taking the Immobilizing Soul Pill, it could not be repaired in a short time. This made him even more resentful towards Ding Ning, who was bound to take revenge.

"Shut up!"

Han Wuyang, the old man of Shengwu, yelled sharply, and looked at Pi Yitian who had a sad face, and angrily reprimanded: "I think you have been in a high position for a long time, and you have already forgotten the rules of the world. It is a common rule since ancient times. , you want to deal with that Ding Ning, there are plenty of ways, that Ding Ning is not here at all today, why are you making trouble with his friend?"

"I... It's not that I'm troubling them, it's that they didn't pay attention to our holy medical school at all, and first found something to kill my disciples of the holy medical school. If I don't take action, outsiders will think that our holy medical school is afraid of them. Who will take us seriously? I also acted to maintain the prestige of the holy medical school?"

Pi Yitian argued for himself with a guilty conscience.

"Hmph, what a slogan to maintain prestige, but what's the result? Haven't you lost the face of my holy doctor?"

When Han Wuyang saw that he dared to speak harshly, he suddenly became angry and asked angrily.

Pi Yitian lost his temper like a discouraged ball, drooped his head and said dejectedly: "How did I know that they actually have holy martial arts masters."

"This is where you are stupid. You think they have no confidence, why dare to kill my disciples of the Holy Medicine Sect in public?"

Han Wuyang stared at him angrily and said coldly, remembering that he had lost his old face because of being implicated by this idiot, and his complexion became even uglier.