Resurrection of Spiritual Energy: Billions of Times Talent

"Dad..." As soon as Jiang Hao came back, he saw Jiang Yuan with an ugly face, and his confidence suddenly leaked, and he shouted in a low voice.

Jiang Yuan glanced at it, and just from the fluctuations of qi and blood on his body, he was a little surprised.

This kid's strength has broken through again, and his combat power has actually soared all the way in just a few days, there are no three thousand battles, but also two thousand seven eight.

But at a glance, a wave of anger could not help but come out.

Jiang Hao actually had three bruises all over his body, both large and small, not man-made, but left when the fierce beast was fighting.

If not sorted out, it will be a hidden danger for a long time, hindering the flow of qi and blood, and even leading to complications.

Warriors are most afraid of dark injuries.

"You still know to come back!" Jiang Yuan roared angrily: "Why, with a little strength, it began to swell?" Xiaoxue, where to bring me the rattan, see if I don't break his leg today, I have your last name. "

Murong Xue couldn't help but mutter, "You originally had his surname." "

"What do you say?" Jiang Yuan's eyes suddenly looked at her and said, "Why, you also have itchy skin, you want to be beaten, right?" That's just right, I even cleaned up with you today. "

"No, no, no... I'll go get it now. Murong Xue was agitated, and hurriedly ran upstairs to get a rattan.

Looking at the rattan with a baby's wrist thickness, Jiang Hao's eyes couldn't help but twitch.

Jiang Yuan took the rattan and hit him directly in the leg, but it was his own child, it was impossible to really interrupt, and it was useless to force anything.

Snap....

Jiang Hao did not dodge or dodge, and ate this whip abruptly, and the corners of his mouth were grinning with pain.

"It's tough, isn't it! I see how long you still have toughness. Jiang Yuan said cruel words, and another whip struck over.

Jiang Hao gritted his teeth in pain, but he didn't fight back or dodge.

But Murong Qingyue on the side couldn't stand it, and rushed up at once, blocking the front and angrily: "Don't fight, if you break your son, I won't finish with you." "

"Xiaoxue, pull your mother away for me." Jiang Yuan cleverly hit Jiang Hao with another whip.

"Xiaoxue, leave it alone." Murong Qingyue glared at her daughter.

Murong Xue, who was caught in the middle, was a dog in her heart, and she almost sighed to the sky: I'm too difficult, one is my own father, the other is my own mother, what should she do?

There's nothing she can do!

With Murong Qingyue blocking in the middle, Jiang Yuan was not easy to start, so he could only quickly strike at Jiang Hao's last bruised place.

"You are a woman and a Taoist family, you look at how your sons are pampered by you, don't you know how dangerous it is outside the city?" Jiang Yuan sighed indignantly, and walked directly upstairs with a shake of his hand.

After Jiang Yuan left, Murong Qingyue looked at Jiang Hao with a distressed expression and said, "Son, it's okay!" It still hurts or not, your dad is also related to you, don't blame your dad. "

Jiang Hao's mood was a little low, and he shook his head and said with relief: "It's okay mom!" I'm not a child, I understand this, I don't blame my dad! "

"Alas... What to do next time, tell your dad first, he is old, time is running out! Speaking of this, Murong Qingyue's heart soured.

The limit of lifespan that a martial artist can provide with his qi and blood is only ninety to ninety-five years old.

In fact, they all knew in their hearts that Jiang Yuan did not know when he would leave, he might sleep and leave, he might leave tomorrow, or he might sit on a recliner and bask in the sun and leave.

Silently.

As soon as he thought of this, Jiang Hao's eyes turned red, and he gradually clenched his fists.

Jiang Yuan went directly to the attic and did not return to the room.

In the attic, calmed his heart, he did not blame Jiang Hao, after all, a warrior just needs to fight, and he spent the first half of his life in the fight.

Sleeping in a sea of blood, waking up in panic, taking up arms, and facing the tide of beasts like waves.

Only in this way can one cultivate the bloody nature of a warrior.

Temper your indomitable will.

Warriors, will is second only to talent.

What he blamed was that Jiang Hao went out privately and didn't tell him.

Shaking his head, without thinking too much, Jiang Yuan crossed his knees and began to condense his dissolved pulp qi and blood, forming a large circulation along the meridians in his body.

Every time the blood circulated, he could clearly feel that the basic combat power was constantly increasing.

When he was deformed before, he condensed immortal cells, so that his basic combat power reached a terrifying 150,000 in one fell swoop, and now he can feel it carefully.

His combat power has long exceeded 150,000, reaching a terrifying 200,000.

You have to know how many days it has been, from activating a hundred times the talent, to a thousand times the talent, before and after, but in half a month, from a person with decayed qi and blood, he has changed from a person with 200,000 combat power.

You know, the 200,000 combat power is already very close to the intermediate grandmaster, that is, he does not use any cheats, and with a casual punch, he can hit the damage of the grandmaster.

If you use the third stage of the Divine Vein Sutra, the instant explosion will be even more terrifying, and it can reach six million, that is, the realm of a recognized high-level grandmaster.

"Senior Grand Master?" Jiang Yuan muttered, with a sharp light in his eyes: "It's not enough, it must be tens of millions to have the strength of a junior Sifang Town General, this is still a junior Sifang Town General." "