Douluo Zhiqingtian

In the early morning, the sunshine enters the ears, slightly touching the heart.

Dewdrops have been dripping from the leaves and dripping on Yuntian's head for three days.

Yuntian meditates and practices the "Sutra of Immortality" every morning in the morning. Although the speed is as slow as a turtle crawling, he still perseveres.

These three days of practice were not in vain. His cell activity was now greatly increased, and his recovery speed was also greatly enhanced.

Although recovery is still not visible to the naked eye, injuries that usually take three days to recover can be recovered in one and a half days.

Secondly, Yuntian has completely digested Kaitian, and can perform two Kaitian changes, and Kaitian's power is so powerful that it can break the big tree that the two of them are embracing with one shot.

An ordinary great soul master can kill him with one shot.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and Yun Tian opened his eyes instantly.

There was a bolt of fire coming towards Yuntian at great speed.

Yuntian looked unmoved, turned around and jumped away. Pi Lian missed the target and landed on the ground, leaving a big crater.

Yuntian immediately summoned the Sky Spear and shouted: "Who is it?"

"Hey, you escaped?" The speaker asked doubtfully: "It seems that your reaction speed is very fast."

Yun Tian took a closer look and saw that he was holding an orchid finger in one hand. His skin was as smooth as a baby's and he was extremely charming. It would be difficult to tell his age if he didn't make a sound. If it wasn't for his Adam's apple, Yun Tian would have thought he was a woman.

The man was wearing a red dress, which was studded with gold and silver patterns. Especially the shining golden gem on his chest, which was as big as a baby's fist, was full of luxury.

Yuntian knew that the red dress could only be worn by elders of the Titled Douluo level in Wuhun Palace. With his features, could it be that he was Ju Douluo Yueguan?

This is a genuine elder of Wuhun Palace, so he has to come out to recruit him personally.

This kind of recruitment method is really unique. When you meet someone, you don't say anything, just do it first.

Someone next to Ju Douluo said, "Don't be nervous, little friend. This is Lord Ju Douluo, the elder of our Spirit Hall. He heard about you and came to recruit you personally."

The man was dressed in white clothes and had white hair. He could tell at a glance that he was in his sixties. Yun Tian knew that the first person to speak out was either the leader or the last person.

But seeing that Ju Douluo was the leader, he could only be the last one. He should be Mathieu Nuo from the branch of the Wuhun Palace in this town.

It seems that he is quite respectable. I guess all the members of the branch of Wuhun Palace are dispatched (high-level officials).

Yuntian has been dreaming about seeing Su Yuntao these days. Did he always pick me up as promised?

That's good, Su Yuntao didn't come, but came to Yue Pass, and luckily he got the first soul ring.

If Su Yuntao came, he really wouldn't be able to get a good soul ring. After all, with Su Yuntao's two soul rings, one white and one yellow, his life would probably be in danger if he encountered a stronger century-old soul beast.

Ju Douluo said at this time: "You must be Yuntian. I heard that you are going to join Wuhun Palace. The Pope has already known about it, and I happened to be on a mission not far away, so the Pope told me that he must let me complete you." Bring it here."

"And, I will also help you get your first soul ring." Ju Douluo said immediately.

Yuntian was overjoyed, now it was OK, the first soul ring would not be missing.

Yuntian's requirements for soul rings are still very high. With his own body, he should have no problem if he wants a first soul ring that is more than five hundred years old.

He immediately replied: "Yes, Your Majesty, I am willing to join Wuhun Palace."

Ju Douluo looked happy: "Then come here quickly, I will take you to find the first soul ring."

Yuntian replied: "Your Majesty, can you wait a moment? I want to tell Grandpa Jack, is that okay?"

"Of course." Ju Douluo agreed.

Yuntian ran home in three steps and two steps, and happened to meet Old Jack who was cooking.

"We're back, Xiaoyuntian. Just in time. The meal will be ready soon. Are you hungry?" Old Jack was putting the last dish on the table.

Yun Tian felt warm in his heart. Thinking that he was leaving today, he suppressed the sadness and trembled: "Grandpa, I'm leaving. The people from Wuhun Palace are here. I'm going to Wuhun Palace soon."

Old Jack's body trembled, and he said with a smile on his face: "Okay, Xiao Yuntian is going to be successful, so let's go quickly, don't keep the soul master waiting." Old Jack was still smiling, but no matter how you looked at it, there was something a little bit awkward about it. awkward.

Yuntian knelt on his knees: "Grandpa, my grandson is gone. I hope grandpa will put his health first and not worry too much about his grandson. Grandpa's kindness in raising him will never be forgotten by his grandson. When his grandson grows up, he will be filial to grandpa again." Yuntian bowed his head and said.

Hearing this, Old Jack couldn't hold himself any longer and burst into tears: "Good boy, okay, grandpa, take care of yourself." After saying that, he held Yuntian in his arms.

Ju Douluo looked at the scene in front of him outside the house and couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. It seemed that this boy was not only highly talented, but also had a kindred spirit and a promising future.

The grandfather and grandson didn't hold each other for too long before Old Jack let Yuntian leave. Yuntian didn't hesitate anymore and kept walking until he walked out of the village.

He didn't dare to look back, he was afraid that he would never be able to leave again.

At noon, the sun was shining brightly into the room, and white mist was rising from the food. Old Jack looked at the warm spring-like atmosphere in the room, but there was no warmth in his heart.

The two people at the dinner table had opposite chopsticks and were dressed in white, as if he had never left.