Refining Yang Foreign Chapter 15 War Division

Makino Changqing was full of golden orange fighting spirit, showing that his fighting spirit had condensed to the peak state.

- Seven-spin dragon power!

Makino Changqing roared, and his body suddenly rose. A strong breath enveloped Sima Wang and Ding Shisan in an instant. Ding Shisan felt that he was bound by an invisible pressure, and his body could not move, and even the true qi in his body seemed to have been suppressed and stopped running.

The pressure of high-level warriors is really powerful!

Makino's long blue hair fluttered, and his robe bulged like a balloon full of air. His body was covered with a golden orange war spirit, and seven bowl-sized cyclones appeared in the palms of his palms, like a series of wheels full of sharp edges. With the momentum of Ting Wanjun, he smashed at Sima Wang and Ding Shisan. Before the palm arrived, a breath of killing had rushed to the front.

A trace of fear flashed in Ding Shisan's eyes. His current strength can't even defeat a captain of a junior warrior realm, let alone Changqing Makino in the high-level warrior realm.

He glanced at Sima Wang. Although he knew that Sima Wang must have extraordinary strength, he was not very clear about the extent, so he had to look at it from Sima Wang's expression.

Sima Wang held two girls under her ribs. Her clothes were still in the hurricane-like palms, and her face was as calm as water, and she was not moved by the shocking weather of Makino.

His heart was slightly relieved. It seems that Sima Wang's cultivation is at least comparable to that of Muye Changqing, and may also be higher than Muye Changqing. Maybe it is the cultivation of the peak warrior realm.

As for the battlefield, Ding Shisan did not dare to think about it for the time being. He had never seen the battlefield, but he also knew from the rumor that the battlefield was not so easy to reach. Is this Sima Wang really the strong man in the rumored warrior?

Seeing that the palm wind of Muye Changqing came to the front, Sima Wang suddenly flashed a yellow light on his face. His skirt did not move, and a foot suddenly appeared out of thin air, just intercepting the head of a series of cyclone wheels in the air.

Boom-

With a loud noise, the cyclones with a terrible smell shattered one by one. Muno's body was thrown back like a broken kite, leaving a blood mist on the retreating route.

Seven-spin dragon power - broken!

A move to shock the strong man of high-level warriors!

Makino Changqing shouted miserably: "The Warrior's Realm--"

Those who can shock the strong in the realm of high-level warriors with one move are definitely the strong ones in the battlefield. And one move that can seriously injure the strong of high-level warriors is likely to be the middle-level warriors.

Muye Changqing's heart sank. If the other party is new to the battlefield, then with the prestige of the Muye family, there is still the possibility of revenge, but the other party is likely to be a middle-level warrior, so there is no hope.

Even the Makino family will not easily offend a middle-level warrior.

After all, the combat power of the middle-level warrior is too terrible. If a middle-level warrior is determined to get along with a family, even a huge family like the Makino family will suffer heavy losses.

It's good that the other party didn't take advantage of the opportunity to kill Makino Changqing.

Looking at Sima Wangyuan's figure, Muye Changqing stopped the many guards who rushed to hear the sound and said in a low voice, "Don't chase. The opponent is likely to be a strong middle-level warrior. Even if he catches up, he will only die. Go and see how Yunting is going?"

After a word, another mouthful of blood spewed out.

The guards were pale and full of fear. They were just high-level fighters. At the level of the junior warrior realm, they let them intercept the strong in the battlefield, but it was no different from death.

Makino Yunting is the third son of Makino Nagaku, the head of the Makino family. Makino Nagaku is the hero of the generation, but this third brother is a good-in-perate dung begling. The good women who have harmed a lot, but the Muye family is very powerful. Even if the victim's family knows that they were harmed by Muye Yunting, they can only admit their bad luck and dare not say anything.

It's just that although this Muye Yunting dage is deeply loved by the mother of Muye's mother, Muye Lao Taijun, he is more unscrupulous on weekdays. Even if there is any trouble, the Muye family will naturally come forward to solve it.

It's just that this time Muye Yunting actually provoked a strong man of a middle-level warrior, and even the Muye family did not dare to offend a middle-level warrior casually. It seems that he has a bad problem of properly disciplined this nephew.

Sima Wang took two people between the roofs and walked in the wind. The breeze blew over the roof, but he couldn't blow a trace of Sima Wang's clothes. Ding Shisan followed closely behind. Although he had just fought with the guard and was hit several times on his body, it was all a pain of flesh and did not hurt the viscera.

The true qi in the body runs all day, and the bronze carvings on the chest are warm again. Most of the injuries have healed in the blink of an eye, and the pain on the body has disappeared a lot.

Sima Wang passed through the roof of half of Qingyang Town in an instant, came to a large courtyard in the town, put the two girls on the ground in the middle of the yard, and went to the room without stopping.

Ding Shisan followed closely and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Sima! You are..."

Sima Wang just said indifferently, "That's the guarding government gate of Qingyang Town." Don't say too much.

Ding Shisan suddenly saw that there were still two hours before dawn. He took off a tile from the roof and threw it in the middle of the yard of the government gate. With a crash, the light was lit in the room, and there was a loud voice.

Sima Wang looked at Ding Shisan with appreciation, and the two turned around and left. As for how the people below dealt with it, it was not their business.

Back in the yard of Yuelai Inn, Ding Shisan wanted to open his mouth and ask Sima Wang to solve his doubts in his heart.

Sima forgot to see what Ding Shisan was thinking and waved his hand and said, "Thirteen! Don't ask, the time has not come yet. When the time comes, you will naturally know.

Sima Wang said again, "Thirteen. The martial arts movements you used when you just had a while to engage with Muye's guards are very strange. What kind of kung fu is that? Who is it from?"

Ding Shisan said in his heart that you didn't let me ask you about your origin, but you began to ask me the details and replied, "Uncle Sima! That's called Taijiquan, which is used to pass the time when I'm bored.

Of course, he didn't believe it in Sima's smile, but he didn't ask, but muttered a few words in his mouth, "Taijiquan? Tai Chi... Tai Chi?"

He looked up at the boundless galaxy in the night sky and said, "Oh! A storm is coming!"

Ding Shisan was in his heart, and Sima's words seemed to have something else and a mystery. He pretended to be surprised and said, "Storm? Uncle Sima, you are not joking, are you? With such a clear night sky and so many bright stars, how can there be a storm?

Sima Wang looked at Ding Shisan with deep meaning. Ding Shisan and his eyes touched him, and suddenly found that Sima Wang's eyes had become extremely deep. There seemed to be an invisible suction from the depths of his eyes, which sucked Ding Shisan's eyes to the depths of his eyes.

Ding Shisan's mind suddenly shook, and his whole body seemed to suddenly appear in the depths of an endless bright starry sky, surrounded by stars shining brightly. Huge nebulas continued to generate and expand in the void, and shuttled through the endless starry sky at the speed of light, and finally dissipated invisible.

Stars that are hundreds and thousands of times larger than the earth burn in the cosmic starry sky with destructive flames, emitting hundreds and thousands of times brighter than the sun, and then diluted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally become a deep black hole.

A silent call came from the deepest part of the endless ancient universe:

--Come back!

Boom--

Under the red split of the electric light that runs through the infinite of heaven and earth and countless voids. Where the electric light passes, countless huge planets turn into powder and dissipate in the depths of the universe. Ding Shisan was shrouded in electric light.

Everything went away beyond the speed of light. Ding Shisan suddenly found that he was still in the yard of the inn, staring at him with a smile in front of him.

Ding Shisan retreated dozens of steps in horror. He didn't know what was going on just now. Did he suddenly have hallucinations or...

He shook his head hard, trying to wake himself up. It's impossible. Did Sima Wang's eyes affect him? Take him to the fantasy just now?

He stared at Sima Wang's eyes and tried to find something abnormal from it.

Sima Wang's eyes were clear and kind.

Sima Wang looked at Ding Shisan with a smile and said, "Yes! He has a sky bone, a sky in his chest, and he is born strong!"

Then there was no more words and went straight back to the room.

Ding Shisan looked up at the starry sky, and the stars in the sky were constantly shining one by one. He recalled the illusion just now. The real feeling was that he couldn't believe that it was really just a fantasy? Where on earth did the sound of the call come from? Or is it just your own hallucinations?

In the night sky, a meteor dragged its long tail across the sky of Qingyang Town.

The next day. Ding Kuilin came to Yuelai Inn to pick up Ding Zhankun and Ding Shisan to Duanfu to attend Duan Yunya's birthday banquet.

The birthday banquet is very lively, and the guests are like clouds. Ding Zhankun is just the village head of a village affiliated to Duanfu. Naturally, he will not have any VIP treatment. He just gathered with the village chiefs of the surrounding villages and had a more generous meal.

After the birthday banquet, Ding Zhankun and Ding Shisan still returned to the Yuelai Inn to stay, waiting for the selection meeting on April 15th.

At first, Ding Shisan was not very enthusiastic about practicing in Qingyangmen. He felt that his Taijiquan was also a good martial art. Since the opening of Ren Du's second vein that night, the cultivation of true qi in his body has progressed day by day. His current cultivation has been comparable to that of his previous life and slightly surpassed it.

However, with his deepening understanding of the war spirit of the world, especially the "lie yang zhan" performed by the guard leader last night, and the "seven-spin dragon power" used by Muye Changqing all opened his eyes. He didn't expect that there was such a use of war spirit. Later, he asked Big Aberdeen Kulin sideways, and then he knew that it was called "war skill".

The combat skills are divided into four levels on this continent, namely, Tian, Earth, Xuan and Huang. The lowest combat skills are yellow combat skills, and the highest level are heavenly combat skills.

Different levels of combat skills can have different degrees of increase in the use of combat spirit.

Combat skills are not ubiquitous. Only large families or sects will have combat skills. Even the lowest-level yellow combat skills are not what ordinary martial artists can learn.

Ding Shisan suddenly found that this combat skill is equivalent to the original martial arts secrets of various schools in the world. Yellow-level combat skills are relatively shallow skills, such as split palms, connecting legs, Shaolin boxing, etc. The kung fu is relatively shallow and easy to learn. And high-level combat skills are equivalent to secret skills, such as the legendary Yijinjing, tantric big seals and so on, which are extremely magical. Legend has the ability to wash the marrow and turn the world upside down.

After understanding it, Ding Shisan became very interested in the combat skills of the world, and his desire to enter Qingyang Gate also became enthusiastic.