Heavenly God Mnemonic

I saw a scorching sun like a dragon, with the power of wind and fire, suddenly twisted up, and the other two immediately caught up. The three cling to each other in mid-air, seeming to be going to the sky.

"Roar!!"

With the unification of the three, the terrifying heat wave broke out, and time seemed to stop for a moment, and then like a thunder of the world, chasing Cui Zhirong's figure, smashed down fiercely.

Cui Zhirong had already gotten red. Although he felt that there was a great sense of crisis behind him, he still wanted to kill Yang Qingxuan first. It was already too late for the terrifying sun to approach.

"boom!"

The scorching sun blasted Cui Zhirong's body directly to the ground, and the screams of killing pigs came from his mouth.

The red flames shook away in circles with the heat wave, scorching people's faces. The gambler in the front row screamed and backed away.

Fortunately, although the heat wave was terrifying, it disappeared in no time.

At this moment of life and death, the victory or defeat on the court has been divided.

That arrogant posture shocked the audience.

In the gambling arena, the ground paved with bluestone bricks was burnt to a length of more than ten feet of charcoal black. Cui Zhirong was like a large piece of charcoal with an open flame on his body. He wailed and convulsed on the ground.

The burned area was extremely terrifying, and his face was completely unclear, but what was even more terrifying was that his internal meridians, and even his internal organs, were also burned by Yan Yang Zhenqi.

After Yang Qingxuan displayed the three suns, the eight channels of the strange meridians were highlighted on the skin, all of which were crimson in color, and had vellus blood streaks spreading around the meridians, which was obviously not a minor injury.

"Too reluctant! I have exceeded my limit now to show Sanyang Daily."

Yang Qingxuan secretly thought that the pain on the meridians was like a knife cutting through the body. Even though he had practiced the Qingyang Wujing, his body was burned to a large extent, and he was afraid that it would not be healed within ten and a half months.

Fortunately, after defeating Cui Zhirong, the 1,000 credits were obtained, and there was no need to do this kind of perverted task.

He raised his head, shot a murderous look in his eyes, and walked towards Cui Zhirong step by step.

The gambling battle is over, but his business hasn't been completed yet, and there is still the last item, which is-murder!

"Kill him, kill him! Kill this trash!"

The audience screamed frantically, and the voices were overwhelmed by waves, all of the spectators who had lost money, roared hoarse, wishing to rush to the ring and tear Cui Zhirong personally.

Cui Zhirong was scorched all over, with a look of extreme horror on his face, and he trembled: "Fair, forgive me..." He struggled to get up, knelt on the ground and trembled, constantly kowtowing: "I don't want to Death, let me go, I'm rubbish, I shouldn't offend you, please let me go."

There was fear and despair in his voice, as if Yang Qingxuan was a demon.

Yang Qingxuan looked at him and said, "Those people you killed, have you ever thought that they don't want to die? Dog **** like you kills you and dirty shoes."

Cui Zhirong said hurriedly: "Yes, yes, I am a dog shit, kill my dirty shoes, and please let the adults let go of my dog ​​shit." He desperately kowtowed his head, which shows his sincerity, but his heart is full of resentment. Spreading, I thought to myself: "Today's shame, I must avenge, must avenge!"

Before the resentful gaze was revealed, he felt a heavy weight on the top of his head, and his mind seemed to burst!

Yang Qingxuan slapped his forehead with a palm, and all thoughts flickered and stopped.

Cui Zhirong stared at Yang Qingxuan bitterly, and said bitterly, "Why, why do you want to kill me!"

Yang Qingxuan said calmly: "Although you are a pile of dog shit, shoveling you will dirty my hands. But if you don't shovel, more people will encounter, and more people will have dirty hands. This is the reason that the predecessors planted trees and the descendants took the shade."

Cui Zhirong's eyes began to fade, and the feelings of resentment, despair, unwillingness, etc., also disappeared with his death. He fell on the gambling arena, like those people who die every day, becoming a trivial piece of fish on the chopping board of the gambling arena.

Yang Qingxuan sighed secretly, and said in his heart: "Even if it is the winner, it is just a bigger chopping board. Who can escape the fate? Only keep moving forward, Fang A chance to earn a ray of fate."

After Yang Qingxuan killed Cui Zhirong, the audience was relieved, but because they lost the money, they all expressed dissatisfaction. They yelled, making a lot of noise and making trouble.

Leaving the VIP room in the air, Mr. Lu said anxiously: "My son, these people seem to be rioting, what should I do?"

You Ye didn't seem to hear it, and after retracting her deeply shocking gaze, she turned her head and said, "Mr. Jin, the blow just now..."

Mr. Jin nodded and said: "I was not so sure before, but now I can be 100% sure that Yang Qingxuan is using the profound stage martial arts. And this profound stage martial arts has not yet been fully displayed, rushing to the sun, two yangs, three yangs. Day by day, I'm sure there are a few more tricks behind."

You Ye swallowed his saliva, and said: "This kind of profound martial arts, step by step, is much simpler to practice than the "Bahuang Dragon Fight", but its power is not under the Eight Desolation Dragon Fight.

Mr. Jin also said with a solemn expression: "The entire Cangnan Kingdom has countless black rank martial arts, where did the black rank martial skills controlled by Yang Qingxuan come from?"

You Ye's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and said: "No matter where this martial skill comes from, I will get it!"

Mr. Jin shook his head and said: "Don't mess up your mind. The Eight Desolation Dragon Fighting has already begun to practice, and you can't change martial arts in the middle. After all, it is a profound-level technique, and it is enough to hold on to the world. Greed , Can only lead to poverty, losing both."

You Ye trembled all over, a trembling spirit shuddered, she was startled in a cold sweat, and hurriedly bowed and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Jin for reminding, otherwise You Ye will almost have a devil."

Mr. Jin said: "It's okay. It's normal to be greedy when you see the profound level exercises. If your Eight Desolation Dragon Fights can be practiced to the extreme, your power will not be worse than his palm skills."

"Yes, I would like to follow Mr.'s teachings."

You Ye said respectfully, her face no longer the excitement before, but extremely calm.

Mr. Lu was taken aback by the scene outside and hurriedly said, "My son, those outside audiences are afraid that they will riot."

You Ye said indifferently: "These people are just rubbish, riots? Whoever dares to move will blow him up!" He looked cold, and said coldly, "Let the guards come in to manage the order. Anyone who violates the regulations will be punished severely. Hit and hit, kill if you want!"

Mr. Lu was stunned, and then hurriedly said: "Yes!" He turned and went down to summon a guard.

He knew in his heart that in You Ye's heart, that Yang Qingxuan's status had been elevated, far surpassing these audiences.

So at this time, it is easy to make a choice.