Heavenly God Mnemonic

"It's so stupid, I have to resist every time, get beaten every time, so cheap!"

"Unexpectedly, being a garbage worker can make money like this. Is there any reason?"

"Haha, the more his grandfather who is a garbage worker earns, the more we grab!"

"This fool is going to be fired today, and the money to honor us will be gone in the future."

The three teenagers were holding the silver coins they had just snatched in their hands, and speaking with spit, Xue Hao grumbled and cursed: "This silly lack is so **** unbelievable, and it has broken the way for Laozi's money!"

On the ground not far away from the three of them, lies a fifteen or six-year-old boy, dressed in embarrassed clothes and dusty, but with a beautiful appearance and a clean appearance.

The young man swept away the dull and turbid gaze of the past, and his brows turned into a clear light. Looking at the universe, the blue waves are vast, and the heart is turning up.

"This is-my body!"

There was a long sigh in his heart, and his eyes flashed with maturity and vicissitudes beyond his age.

At the moment, Yang Qingxuan, who came from the earth, was inside the boy.

After disappearing from the ancient bronze formation, consciousness, or soul, has been integrated into this body, like a wandering man returning home and a flying bird returning to the nest.

If Yang Qingxuan of the Great Master of China is the main soul, then the original body is only the remnant soul of Yang Qingxuan.

At this moment, the two souls are one, and they are perfect after all.

Afterwards, everything came in, and the memories from the remnant soul poured into Yang Qingxuan's mind intermittently, and he had a vague understanding of himself and the world.

I am a student of Tian Cong College. There is a grandfather named Yang Zhao who works as a cleaner at the college for his education.

Today is the academy's annual assessment. On the way back to the academy, I met Xue Hao and three people and took away their living expenses.

"Fool, my uncle is in a bad mood today, learn a few dog barkings for amusement, and let you go if you bark like this."

"Haha, this fool doesn't have enough IQ, he should be a dog to bark!"

Yang Qingxuan was sorting out his thoughts, and he heard the three people's mocking and insulting, which was extremely bad.

"Mom, sirs are talking to you, don't lie on the ground and play dead!"

Xue Hao aimed at Yang Qingxuan's head and kicked it.

Seeing the sharp footwork, Yang Qingxuan immediately sat up, avoiding that foot.

Xue Hao was stunned, thinking it was a coincidence, and walking forward cursingly, "I kicked you, so dare you hide?" He flew again.

Yang Qingxuan suddenly turned around, and between the opening and closing of his eyes, a cold color flashed, and said, "Is your mother seeking death?"

Xue Hao was stared at by his gaze, and his heart trembled inexplicably, and a trace of fear was born, and he subconsciously asked, "What do you mean?"

"It means—are you **** looking for death?!"

When the voice fell, Yang Qingxuan's face sank, his fingers lightly tapped, and a cyclone hovered in his palm.

The seemingly inattentive finger is an extremely powerful "faultless finger" in Chinese martial arts. At this moment, his two souls are united, his body is full of energy, and his body is full of endless power.

There are phases and no phases, condensed into reality, like poking tofu, easily poke into Xue Hao's calf, and burst a blood hole with a "pop".

"Ah! It hurts--!" The screams shook the birds and the leaves.

Xue Hao's face was pale, his eyes stared like a dead fish, and he looked at his calf in disbelief.

Yang Qingxuan pointed to the place where there was a baby's fist in the blood hole, and the blood gurgled down, and it instantly stained the ground.

He was a little confused, unable to react.

Zhou Cang and Hu Ding were also confused for a while, and yelled, "Fool, what are you doing?!"

After all, one person turned his palm with one hand, and one person condensed his fingers with his right hand, attacking from the left and right sides.

In their eyes, Yang Qingxuan should be the lowest level of trash, allowing them to bully and squeeze, this has been the case for three years, and it should continue to be the case in the future.

They discriminate against Yang Qingxuan from the bottom up, and discriminate against the weak.

However, this kind of weak and small in their eyes, like rubbish, dared to resist at this moment, making the two of them angry into anger, and suddenly the killer.

After Yang Qingxuan's move, he stood still, and the past came to mind...

The law of the world respects the strong, and the weak is like an ant, like a chopping board, to be slaughtered and abused.

"You are a descendant of the Yang family, even if grandpa does everything he can, he must train you to become a real warrior!" Yang Zhao was full of expectation, but in those deep eyes, there was an undetectable melancholy and sadness.

The young Yang Qingxuan could not understand the sadness, but he could see the gray temples, the bleak body on the ancient road, condensed into a rickety back in the cold wind.

This back is as heavy as a mountain, lingering in his mind, constantly whipping him forward.

In his mind, perhaps he didn't understand the cruel world laws, and he never thought about getting ahead.

Just with a small obsession, no matter what kind of penance, patience, ridicule, bullying, helplessness, depression, pain, and hesitation, I never gave up!

For fifteen years, scorching heat and cold, spring passed and autumn came.

"Because I have dreams!"

"I want to become a real warrior!"

The dream seed buried deep in my heart finally broke out with the return of the main soul, and began to take root...

When his thoughts came back, Yang Qingxuan slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a faint light in the corner of his eyes, and a fierce murderous intent shot from his eyes.

He casually flicked the crown of his clothes to shake off the dust on it. The white robe danced without wind, swinging in front of him like running water.

Hu Ding and Zhou Cang trembled in their hearts at the same time, and an ominous premonition surged in their hearts, their hands increased a little more vigor, and they shouted, "Fool, do you dare to resist?!"

"It's time to collect!"

Yang Qingxuan's face was cold, and a move "Pingsha Luoyan" flew under Xue Hao's crotch, and a "bang" crackling sounded. Xue Hao let out a scream, his face turned purple, and his whole body was shot out.

Hu Ding and Zhou Cang attacked immediately, roaring again and again: "Fool, you dare!"

Yang Qingxuan sneered sneer at the corner of his mouth, and drew a circle in front of him with his calm hands.

The wind moves when the two palms dance, forming a circle of air curtain in front of him, making a whistling sound, expanding continuously.

"Kang Long has regrets!"

The fallen leaves all over the ground rose with the cyclone, floating in the void like a dragon. Yang Qingxuan's face is clear and handsome, standing in the chaotic rain of flowers, like a **** soldier.

In the Chinese Empire, the martial arts are prosperous, and there are eighteen qi powers in the dragon palm method. The qi waves are like the sea, and the waves are like the mountains and emerald, endless!

Yang Qingxuan has been immersed in this palm for more than ten years. The true essence in the body circulates endlessly in the meridians, like a river rushing, never ending!

Even the steel warriors on the earth, genetically strengthened people, will be wiped out in this palm.

The perfect unity of body and soul will bring the power of this palm to its extreme, and there will be a "pop" sound of bones in the body. All the meridian blockages are instantly opened up, and the vitality is like mushrooms after the rain, rising steadily!