The Return of the Martial Ancestor

Chapter 522 The Silly Lady Who Runs Away From Home

The huge arena was surrounded by young people from the Kunpeng tribe.

On the field, two beauties with good looks are discussing each other, and the picture is pleasing to the eye.

The woman in the green skirt is petite and has a beautiful face, but she is very popular on the field.

The silver-haired beauty with a glamorous temperament is wrapped in a slim silver robe, with picturesque eyebrows, a tall figure, and a head of bright silver hair hanging down, just like a fairy in a painting, an ascetic beauty who is alive and well.

In battle, amidst the surge of majestic spiritual power, there is even more majestic spiritual power looming.

This charming and charming beauty turned out to be a strong man who cultivated both spirit and spirit.

"Brother Lin, please see, we have not treated Miss Ling'er badly during the time she returned to her mother's clan, and her cultivation base has recovered to the supreme level of Earth within a month."

Outside the arena, Zong Ze pointed to the beauty on the stage.

"You silly girl, I've been looking for you everywhere, but you're having fun here alone."

Martial Patriarch secretly complained in his heart, but he had to give his wife face when he was outside, so he used his spiritual strength and shouted violently: "Kun Ling'er!"

"Kun Ling'er!!"

This violent drink full of spiritual power immediately resounded throughout the world.

Many eyes looked over, including the two who were competing on the stage.

"Husband?!"

I saw that silver-haired beauty with a glamorous temperament, her beautiful eyes lit up, and her phoenix eyes burst out with a strong color of joy. She lifted her skirt and robe and flew towards Lin Dong. Everyone could feel that this newly promoted arrogance Deep love for Lord Wu Zu.

Seeing this scene, many Kunpeng youths who had secretly admired this silver-haired goddess felt their hearts were broken. It turned out that the goddess had already belonged!

"Husband, you are finally here!"

A melodious laugh fell, and a soft and boneless body with a faint body fragrance instantly fell into Lin Dong's arms, and the head arched vigorously in front of Lin Dong's chest.

Well, under the eyes of all the people, it is really a good experience to be hugged by a stunning beauty in public.

The resentment of Master Wuzu's long journey finally subsided a lot.

Kun Ling'er wrapped her arms like jade lotus root tightly around her husband's neck, and said softly, "Husband, I hate you so much, why are you here now?"

"You, why are you still so willful like a child who hasn't grown up?"

Lin Dong subconsciously wrapped his arms around the beautiful woman's slender waist, and shaved that perky nose.

"Bad guy, I don't care, I want you to come..."

The silver-haired beauty didn't have the slightest demeanor of a goddess, let alone a glamorous temperament, she fell in the arms of Lord Martial Ancestor coquettishly and coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, Brother Zong is still watching."

Lin Dong smiled wryly and patted the beauty's smooth and fragrant shoulders. His wife's clinging is probably a kind of happiness trouble.

However, from the first day Kun Ling'er and Lin Dong were together, she never asked for anything, only asking her husband to be with her day and night.

Now with the development and stabilization of the martial arts realm, Lin Dong can finally fulfill the beauty's wish.

Speaking of the young patriarch of the Kunpeng clan, Kun Ling'er reluctantly got up from her husband's arms, but Rou Ning still intertwined with Lin Dong's ten fingers, very tired.

Zong Ze, who is very handsome, has been waiting patiently by the side, watching the interaction between Wuzu and his wife with a smile, not to mention, he is a single pennant, and it is interesting to watch.

"Brother Lin and Miss Ling'er really have a deep love between husband and wife."

With a warm smile on the corner of Zong Ze's mouth, he politely invited: "I have heard that brother Lin is famous as a martial ancestor, and his combat power is superb. I wonder if Zong Ze has the opportunity to compete with brother Lin?"

Master Wu Zu had a good feeling for this handsome young master of the Kunpeng clan, so he readily agreed: "Good!"

"Ma'am, Brother Zong invited me to have a sparring session. It's time to let me go now. Don't worry, I will never abandon you."

Lin Dong raised the ten fingers that were tightly clasped together, and joked with a smile.

"Hmph, wood that doesn't understand style!"

Kun Ling'er stomped her feet, pursed her delicate red lips, but said in a loud voice: "Be careful, the Patriarch Zongze is very strong."

"Haha, don't worry, who was my Martial Ancestor afraid of?"

Lin Dong, who laughed out loud at the words, patted the beautiful woman's upturned buttocks presumptuously, and then rushed down the mountain at high speed amidst the silver-haired beauty's annoyed snort.

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The news that the young patriarch of his own family will compete with the master of the martial world, Wu Zu, immediately attracted many members of the Kunpeng clan to watch the battle. Lin Dong and Zong Ze didn't rush, they chatted on the stage naturally, and waited for the clan who came to come. people.

"Brother Zong, it's almost time, let's start."

When the surrounding crowd reached a peak, Lin Dong spoke at the right time.

"Brother Lin, please!"

Zong Ze let out a mouthful of turbid air, and the young master of the Kunpeng Clan, who had switched to the fighting state, no longer had the slightest bit of warm air, and the extremely sharp air was enough to cut the skin.

"The law of Tianpeng, Yanpeng locks the dragon gun!"

Zongze grasped the palm of his hand, suddenly the mighty fire-type spiritual power was compressed into a red flaming spear, which emerged, turned into thousands of afterimages and rushed out, as sharp as a celestial roc preying on it, piercing Lin Dong's eyebrows.

"The Great Desolation Sutra, the Great Desolation Prisoner Heavenly Hand!"

Lin Dong's expression remained unchanged under the cover of the intensive offensive, and he stomped the void lightly with his right foot.

"Buzz!"

The ground suddenly trembled wildly, and invisible fluctuations swept across. The land a hundred thousand miles below was quickly turned into an astonishing barrenness by the strange fluctuations. The power of the entire world seemed to be sucked away by an inexplicable method.

The monstrous earth-yellow energy roared out from the ground like a volcanic eruption, continuously condensing into a barren hand exuding an endless ancient air.

On the ancient giant hand that suddenly protruded from the void, there was still a blurry figure standing with his hand behind his back, it was a top ancient power who came across the long river of time, and he whispered "broken" .

"Bang bang bang!"

The thousands of offensives snared by Chiyan spears were all destroyed by the big hands.

"Tianpeng kill!"

Zong Ze flicked the Chiyan spear, and in the blink of an eye, he fired out hundreds of attacks, each of which could seriously injure an ordinary immortal power, which was extremely terrifying.

In the end, the ancient giant hand melted, and thousands of cracks appeared on the scarlet flame spear formed by the compression of spiritual power, and it collapsed unwillingly.

"Pengying Divine Fist!"

Zong Ze made a quick decision and immediately turned his palm into a fist. Without thinking about it, he squeezed his fist and punched it out. When the punch fell, a large area of ​​space collapsed.

The resplendent golden light rushes wildly, and there is an unusually ancient phantom of the Kunpeng spreading its wings and killing in it, and the indescribable sharpness fills the whole world.

"Don't move the Azure Dragon Bell!"

The rich green light surged, and quickly compressed into a gigantic blue bell that instantly swallowed Lin Dong. Nine blue dragons with tails attached to each other were tattooed on the giant bell, and they all came to life, swimming around the blue dragon bell quickly.

"Clang clang clang!"

The sound of gold and iron clanging resounded through the void, no matter how the phantom of the Kunpeng bombarded the ancient clock of the green dragon, all the force was unloaded by the nine green dragons, and it remained motionless like a mountain.

(End of this chapter)