Eternal Gate

In the early morning of the next day, the warm sun poured down on Tianzong, and this cloud-shrouded mountains was covered with a layer of harmony. As the sky dawned, the diligent disciples had gone out, or were sitting in the mountains or on the top of the peak. Absorb the essence of heaven and earth, and at a glance, it is full of vitality.

"Ji Hen, get out."

This peace was interrupted by a violent drink.

Nai Weichuan’s servant came back from a mission. He heard that his little brother was hammered and his friend was beaten. After he heard that he was gone... Ji Hen jumped out and jumped out, so he didn’t beat him. He was not in the sect before. Now that I am back, I have to settle the accounts carefully, and the person who does not beat the disabled will not be finished.

"Brother Wei, you have to call me the shots!"

When Zheng Ming spoke, tears were still in the corners of his eyes. He didn't know if he was pretending, or he really wanted to cry. From the outside, it should be two and a half. On that day, he held the scene for the old David Chuan and was beaten by Ji Hen. Not to mention the disability, but also lost a full 200,000 taels, can you think about it?

"I'm waiting for you at the performance stage."

Wei Chuan's words came with a sound wave and howled all over the Tianzong.

"The show is coming."

"Before jogging and joyful, now Wei Chuan returns to the sect, I wonder if he dare to fight."

"Eight hundred taels, I bet he dare not come."

In the direction of the martial arts stage, there are a lot of figures. The diligent disciples are not diligent anymore. They all ran to watch the play. One came through the back door. He fought for five games and defeated five people. I really want to see Ji Hen. The picture of being hammered, the huge Tianzong must jump out to clean him up.

"Your apprentice, where did you go."

On Zizhu Peak, Hongyuan’s apprentice Linglong came to visit again. He looked at Mu Qinghan’s attic, and then at Zhao Yun’s attic, but he didn’t see Zhao Yun. When he came to Tianzong, he heard his glorious deeds. It was at Luoxia Peak, and a love letter spread all over Tianzong. Everyone who went on stage with him was hemiplegic. The person introduced by the female coach was indeed a talent.

"The ghost knows where he went." Yunyan shrugged, "Maybe, I found a place to hide."

"It's good to hide." Linglong said with a chuckle, "The province is beaten and disabled."

Yun Yan smiled, only quietly drinking tea.

Her disciples are not stupid, they will let go if they can't beat them!

"Ji Hen, get out."

Zheng Ming's curses were endless.

Shuniang has to be a little brother in such technical jobs.

As for Wei Chuan, it is like a monument, standing on the stage, with his hands behind his back, closed eyes to calm his mind. There is such a compelling attitude that he has gradually become better. In his opinion, Ji Hen is afraid of him, and this is where he goes. When doing tasks, he jumps up and down, what he wants is how others fear him.

"It must be Wei Chuan to support the scene! Ji Hen dare not come!"

There was a lot of discussion below, and every sentence fell in Wei Chuan's ears, making the couple float.

This is a midnight.

There were more than half of the audience watching the theater, Ji Hen did not dare to come, for sure.

When night fell, there were only twos and threes left in the martial arts stage, and most of them were dozing off. Huang Xie from the Refining Pavilion and Wei Teng with a cane were two of them.

I was waiting for Ji Hen's figure to see through.

Wei Chuan's face was dark enough.

Last time, I waited for a day, but no one was waiting.

This time, I am afraid that the pigeon will be released again.

"How hard is it to make them fight!"

From the perspective of God, it would be a bit funny.

For the first time, Zhao Yun wanted to come and was **** by Yunyan.

The second time, Zhao Yun challenged, but Wei Chuan left.

For the third time, Wei Chuan was looking for a place. Zhao Yun was gone again. He missed it time and time again. The name of the tortoise with the head shrunk and the clown jumping the beam is already well deserved in the eyes of outsiders.

Aye!

When Zhao Yun opened his eyes, he didn't even spit out a bad breath. It was a domineering sneeze. It should have been a lot of people thinking about him again, and, at the moment, he was being scolded in a crowd?

Zhao Yun rubbed his nose, turned over and jumped up, stretched hard.

After comprehending in the middle of the night, he has gained a little bit of the ten thousand fa longevity formula.

puff!

He used a dagger to draw a blood gully on his arm.

Then, he ran the Ten Thousand Ways of Longevity.

A magical scene appeared, and the **** knife marks healed instantly.

"Second, really wonderful." Zhao Yun closed his eyes, feeling calmly.

When running the Ten Thousand Ways of Longevity Secret Art, he seemed to have a...magic power in his body, which he defined as the power of regeneration, which could heal wounds on his body in an extremely short time.

On the resilience, it is far from the ability to wash the marrow and Yijinjing.

The Secret Technique is different, the main attack ability is also different.

For example, Marrow Yijin Jing is used to exercise the body, but with some restoring power, such as the Ten Thousand Ways of Longevity Secret Art, it is regeneration. If it is used for body training, it will definitely not work.

puff! puff!

After that, he tried again and again, and the blood was drawn out.

If there are outsiders here, they will be surprised, wondering if this guy has a tendency to self-harm.

Experiment! Self-harm is also obtained when self-harm.

The blood marks drawn by Zhao Yun, darker or lighter, will be restored in the first instant.

He has a bold guess:

If one arm is unscrewed, it can also regenerate with the Ten Thousand Methods of Longevity.

However, he didn't dare to try it at this moment, because this method has not yet realized the home, and he has given it its essence. It really takes off an arm. If it can't be regenerated, isn't it very nonsense?

"Wang Yang, that guy, can't he cultivate the Secret of Longevity!"

Zhao Yun murmured in his heart, during that night fight, he really saw Wang Yang's resilience, oh no, it shouldn't be resilience, it should be a kind of regeneration, otherwise, he would not fight so hard.

"Even if it's not, there must be different approaches but equal work."

Zhao Yun touched his chin. There are many branches of the demons, there are always one or two...excellent, not only has a strong amplification power, but also a terrible regeneration power, but the method of cultivation is a bit bloody, like a king Yang Nahuo uses the blood of a living person to increase magic power.

After receiving his mood, he continued to comprehend.

One thing, he didn't quite understand.

Since it is the power of regeneration, why is it called Wanfa Longevity Secret Art? It is more accurate to call Wanfa Regeneration Secret Art! After thinking about it, I was also relieved. Although I have acquired this method, I haven't understood it completely. What I have learned is only a drop in the ocean. Maybe, if you cultivate this method to great success, maybe you can really live forever.

If so, he can live many more years.

This time he comprehended the immortal law, his mind was completely lost in it, as if he was asleep.

In other words, he really fell asleep and had a nightmare, sweaty on his forehead, a painful color between his eyebrows, and a lot of muffled noises, as if he was trapped in a dream and wanted to wake up but couldn't wake up.

In the dark, he seemed to see the giant gate of the sky again, farther than a dream.

In the dark, he seemed to see another light, to be precise, it was a plausible back, covered in eternal colors, stepping on the boundless illusion, and flying towards the huge gate that soared to the sky.

"If I die, you will come."

There is also such an ancient and vicissitudes of words in the dark, which seems to have crossed the long river of time, with a hoarse hope, like a curse, which will last for a long time in his ears.

Well....!

The Moon God in retreat, with a low groan, his soul body became distorted.

In Zhao Yun's consciousness, what Zhao Yun could see, she seemed to be able to see; what Zhao Yun could hear, he seemed to be able to hear it, and the ancient and vicissitudes of speech made her heart tremble.

"Across time and space?" The Moon God muttered, staring at the ethereal in a daze.