Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan felt anxious, what a common thing for ordinary people, but it was a luxury for him.

For thirty years, the great master has never known who he is in his dream.

Now, I finally found myself and can finally go home.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes were a little sore, looking at the dilapidated gate and the broken low wall, his steps stopped.

The originally deserted home seemed to have guests, and there seemed to be some disputes.

"Master... Grandpa..."

Yang Qingxuan's heart tightened, and he called out, then pushed the door in.

In addition to Yang Qingxuan's grandfather, there was a middle-aged man and a fourteen or five-year-old girl.

The middle-aged man has an extraordinary appearance and is not angry with himself. There is a breath that has been in the top for a long time.

The girl has apricot eyes and peach cheeks, wearing a pink shirt, and the green silk is scattered like a waterfall.

At first glance, the two of them are high-ranking officials, and their grandfather is simple, though he has strong bones, he is very thin, and he looks a little rickety in one corner.

Yang Qingxuan was stunned, and couldn't think of how powerful people would come over in this small broken house. And that young girl was extremely beautiful, although not as celestial as Wu Qiyue, but she was also very beautiful and gave him a sense of familiarity.

"Are you... Su Ying?"

Yang Qingxuan finally found out the girl's information in his memory. It was Su Ying, one of the four beauties in the academy along with Wu Qiyue!

"You fool dare to come back! Hooligan! Dead hooligan!"

When Su Ying saw him, her cheeks flushed, and she scolded in shame.

The eyes of the middle-aged man and Yang Zhao also looked over, and the two of them couldn't help but froze, as if they noticed something wrong.

Yang Qingxuan couldn't figure it out, thinking that this girl is so rude, so he said coldly: "I have never played a gangster on you, nor have I taken advantage of you. If you talk nonsense, I don't mind if you really treat you. Do something."

After finishing speaking, his eyes were unbridled and enjoyed on Su Ying.

Yang Qingxuan never pretends to be a gentleman, but the kind of casual and unscrupulous person. If there is an innocent beauty who scolds him as a hooligan, he doesn't mind being a hooligan once and feast his eyes.

Su Ying was startled by his flowy eyes, embarrassed and furious, and said furiously: "Wow, you really want to think of me, how can I forgive you!" When the figure shook, she deceived her. Slapped it with a light palm.

Yang Qingxuan only smelled a fragrant scent, and he was a little bit distracted. It was slightly different from Wu Qiyue's cold fragrance, but each had its own spring and autumn.

Suddenly, he was slightly surprised, and secretly scolded himself at this time, why he still thinks about this. Su Ying's palm seems soft, but in fact it is extremely powerful, and the power is still above the left forward's "Earth Collapse Fist"! He didn't dare to hold it big, and together with his energy, he drew the dragon palm to meet him!

"stop!"

The middle-aged man and Yang Zhao drank at the same time, but they looked completely different. The middle-aged man was majestic and angry, Yang Zhao was full of worry, but the next moment, the turbid eyes burst out in a flash, and the whole person was sluggish due to excessive shock!

I saw Yang Qingxuan's vigor flowing all over his body, as if there was a dragon walking in the sky, the vigorous waves dispersed in circles, the bowls and tiles in the house were slammed, and all the porcelain was instantly shattered.

Su Ying's complexion also changed drastically. She was originally worried that she would kill the fool with her palm, but her mood turned upside down in an instant. The opponent's palm was strong and fierce, and she knew it was bad when she touched it.

"Boom!"

Two palms struck each other, the air wave swelled, Yang Qingxuan didn't move, but Su Ying retreated several steps and almost hit the wall!

The middle-aged man was shocked, and said in shock: "You have cultivated a martial soul?!"

Yang Zhao was also full of astonishment. Then he looked at Yang Qingxuan expectantly. Tears loomed in his eyes and his lips trembled slightly.

Yang Qingxuan looked at his grandfather, but felt sour. Thinking of the hard work of these years, he secretly said: "Now my two souls are one, and I have truly awakened. From now on, I will never let the people I want to protect suffer."

He wanted to tell Yang Zhao the news, but there was an outsider present at the moment, and the inconvenience was revealed, so he said, "Not yet."

The middle-aged man stunned: "Then how can you beat Ying'er back with a palm? It seems that you have stayed in the Qi Wu realm for a long time." He saw through Yang Qingxuan's situation at a glance.

Yang Zhao also saw it, but he just muttered to himself: "Qiwu Realm Great Perfection, this, how is this possible..." His tone was excited and his hands trembled fiercely.

"How dare you hurt me! I'm going to kill you!"

Su Ying came back to her senses, a white light rose from her wrists, and the silver light ran down, suddenly turning into an exquisite and compact crossbow with three small arrows ready to go, sharp and cold.

Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank suddenly, looked at the Xiujian in shock, and said in shock: "Is this a martial soul?" This is the first time he has seen someone else's martial soul, with a feeling of extreme danger.

"stop!"

The middle-aged man and Yang Zhao drank again, and two figures flashed across the room. Yang Zhao has appeared in front of Yang Qingxuan, protecting him behind him.

The middle-aged man appeared beside Su Ying, grabbed her arm, and suddenly the sleeve arrow flashed into white light and disappeared.

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, and he had always doubted his identity. If his grandfather was just an ordinary cleaner, how could there be such a determination and perseverance to train himself into a martial artist?

Grandpa's ghostly stature just now proves this even more, even he can't do it!

Su Ying's martial spirit was obviously suppressed by the middle-aged man, stomping and struggling: "Let go of me, let me go! He hurt me just now!"

The middle-aged man shouted: "Hugh was so mischievous! If Qing Xuan had not been merciful just now, you would have been beaten out!"

As the middle-aged man scolded, he glanced at Yang Zhao intentionally or unintentionally, and a deep jealousy flashed across his eyes.

Su Ying was stunned, and cried out in disbelief: "Just rely on him? If it wasn't my carelessness, I didn't use the martial arts in time..."

"enough!"

The middle-aged man reprimanded: "Stop talking about it!"

Su Ying was suppressed by the coercion, she immediately turned her head away, her face was angrily, the aggrieved person was angry and stomped anxiously.

The middle-aged man looked at Yang Qingxuan for a long time before he said: "Congratulations, Qingxuan's soul has recovered and reached the tenth level of Qi Martial Realm. It is only one step away from the refining of Qi and the condensing of Martial Soul."

Yang Qingxuan was slightly shocked, not knowing how the other party knew that his soul was incomplete, and smiled calmly, making the middle-aged man unable to figure it out.

Yang Zhao's face was overjoyed. It seemed that he was several decades younger. After coughing a few times in excitement, he laughed and said, "Trust Jin Wang Hongfu."

Yang Qingxuan's heart was stunned, the person in front of him turned out to be Su Ze, the famous King of Jin of Cangnan, and Su Ying was actually a relative of the emperor.

Su Ze said: "The old man is serious. This is an agreement between us back then. Everything should be done. Qingxuan's ability to restore his soul is also his own good fortune."