Chapter 478
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Yang Yi blurted out completely instinctive reaction.
His mother has a necklace magic weapon. As long as you input a small amount of mana, internal power, and Qi and blood, you can project the whole body image of the proud sheep and sheep. From small to large, he does not know how many times he has seen it, and will never admit that he is wrong.
stands as like as two peas in the middle of the arch bridge, though five or six years older than the sixteen seven year old in the image.
"Yang Yi Yi'er, this... "
Don't talk about him, even the proud sheep himself is very muddled. Shouldn't his son be that little baby?
How suddenly became a square face middle-aged people.
He has no psychological preparation at all!
"Why are you so delicious? How old are you before you enter the stage of Qi refining?"
the proud sheep said with some disgust and flew to Yang Yi. His divine sense had already confirmed that it was his blood, and the joy on his face had already been irresistible.
"Thirty four years old, advanced gas refining Wait, Dad, don't move
Yang Yi answers with shame at first, and then shouts again and again, letting the proud sheep pause doubtfully.
"Dad, let's verify again. Can you show me a ray of your mana and let me finish the final test."
His face was solemn, even with a hint of killing.
These experiences have been gained at the expense of countless talents. For himself and his brothers around him, every step must be strictly carried out.
"Here you are."
The proud sheep and sheep have no choice but to pass out a wisp of red mana.
Yang Yi's face was serious. He took the magic power and looked at it carefully for a long time. Then he handed it to the next person after checking it.
After the joint inspection of five gas refining friars, four agreed, one abstained and passed.
"Dad
Yang Yi cheered, ran to the proud sheep, ran into his arms.
All the people around him were overjoyed. The day of darkness and hiding in Tibet was coming to an end, and their blood sea guild would once again reign on the earth.
Faced with a middle-aged man, the proud sheep and sheep are not used to it, so they can only hold it awkwardly.
The most sensitive perception of the spirit has both a strong sense of intimacy on the blood, and a sense of alienation that cannot be eliminated in the face of a stranger.
He is still a baby of more than 100 years old. He has no experience in dealing with such things.
Maybe his sister will talk to him. She is a chatterbox with everyone. It is easy to arouse the favor of strangers.
However, after more than 100 years of cultivation and war career, he still controlled his inner complex emotions and played a good role as a model father, without making the little guy in front of him sad.
For a long time, after Yang Yi's strong emotion calmed down after seeing his mother's nagging father, Yang Yang asked softly, "is your mother, yun'er, still alive?"
In those years, when he first met Cheng Yunxin, the daughter of a family in Qingmu County, she was 16 years old.
Now 84 years have passed, that is 100 years old. If you can't be promoted to ningzhenjing, you may be dead.
It's a great test for Meng new players to be promoted to Ning Zhen environment, and it's even more difficult for Cang Qing aborigines to leap over the dragon's gate.
One in a hundred thousand, one in a million is possible data.
After the evacuation of Xuehai guild, the cultivation resources and immortal guidance they can get will be greatly reduced.
Looking at Yang Yi in front of him, he can see that although he has managed to cultivate the magic power of prefecture level skills, his magic power is empty and the structure is unstable. At one glance, he can see that there are at least five deficiencies in the cultivation process before.
"Yes, yes, mom, Dad, let's go and see mom."
Yang Yi's words let the proud sheep's heart relax. He wiped his tears and snot and said, "Dad, mom is seriously ill. Look at her."
"Go
As soon as Yang Yi's words were finished, his collar tightened and turned into a red escape light and flew to the deep of the tunnel.
Along the way, the earth and stone and the array patterns they arranged in advance were cut like tofu pieces, without any blocking effect.
"Dad..."
Yang Yi couldn't help but look shocked, and suddenly realized that he and others had carefully arranged in front of the proud sheep and sheep, which was completely decorated and could not play a role at all.
Golden elixir is absolutely the same as that of the friars in the early days of the golden elixir!
Is this the strong fighting power of the first generation members of the blood sea guild? They not only have high cultivation talents, but also have reached the peak of Ning Zhen state in 80 years, and the golden elixir is in sight.
They can even kill enemies across a great realm. They are proficient in array and magic weapons.
Under the guidance of Yang Yidi, the red escapes the light, meets the mountain to open the mountain, meets the stone to break the stone, soon stops in front of a room containing many beautiful memories inside a courtyard with incomparably familiar appearance and layout.Proud sheep and sheep some fear, did not enter immediately.
Zhiya ~
the door opens gently, and the footstep sound is extremely gentle.
"Cough Cough, is that Yier? "
Coughing, pale bed on the voice of the old and powerless sounded: "how is the matter, there is no news of your father?"
The proud sheep and sheep looked at the old and rickety old woman in front of her, her eyes were sour, and a drop of tears ran down uncontrollably.
Eighty four years ago, eighty-four years ago, those sweet scenes emerged one by one in his eyes, the innocent girl, the girl who was easily amused by himself.
And now, she is still the same as that year, but she is about to leave the world. What kind of pain and sorrow is this?
"Cloud son, I'm back."
The voice was so gentle that she was afraid to frighten her.
The rickets old woman was shocked and turned around slowly. What she saw was a dream haunting her whole life, and she still remembered her figure when she was dying.
"Brother Yang Yang, I have hallucinations again."
For a moment, the old woman was overjoyed. Her tiny hands, like chicken feet, trembled and touched his face. Then she suddenly stopped when she was about to touch her, fearing that she would destroy the clear vision which was not easy to appear.
"It's not an illusion. I'm back."
Proud sheep shed tears, holding her dry hands on her cheek, feeling extremely cold.
Why did he come back so late, why did they spend such a short time together that they had to go through another parting just after seeing each other.
The old woman's body was stiff, and she was ecstatic in an instant, and her eyes showed a very bright look.
Suddenly, he became a little flustered, covering his face at a loss: "brother Yang Yang, don't look at me now, don't look."
She is a dead bone in the grave, but the youth in front of her is still the same as in the past. In the future, she can become a master. She doesn't want her present appearance to cover his sweet memory.
"Xiao Yun, don't move."
The proud sheep just hugged her in his arms, tears falling in her gray hair, and gently patted her on the back, just like when they were newly married.
The old woman's dry and tense body relaxed.
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Yang Yi blurted out completely instinctive reaction.
His mother has a necklace magic weapon. As long as you input a small amount of mana, internal power, and Qi and blood, you can project the whole body image of the proud sheep and sheep. From small to large, he does not know how many times he has seen it, and will never admit that he is wrong.
stands as like as two peas in the middle of the arch bridge, though five or six years older than the sixteen seven year old in the image.
"Yang Yi Yi'er, this... "
Don't talk about him, even the proud sheep himself is very muddled. Shouldn't his son be that little baby?
How suddenly became a square face middle-aged people.
He has no psychological preparation at all!
"Why are you so delicious? How old are you before you enter the stage of Qi refining?"
the proud sheep said with some disgust and flew to Yang Yi. His divine sense had already confirmed that it was his blood, and the joy on his face had already been irresistible.
"Thirty four years old, advanced gas refining Wait, Dad, don't move
Yang Yi answers with shame at first, and then shouts again and again, letting the proud sheep pause doubtfully.
"Dad, let's verify again. Can you show me a ray of your mana and let me finish the final test."
His face was solemn, even with a hint of killing.
These experiences have been gained at the expense of countless talents. For himself and his brothers around him, every step must be strictly carried out.
"Here you are."
The proud sheep and sheep have no choice but to pass out a wisp of red mana.
Yang Yi's face was serious. He took the magic power and looked at it carefully for a long time. Then he handed it to the next person after checking it.
After the joint inspection of five gas refining friars, four agreed, one abstained and passed.
"Dad
Yang Yi cheered, ran to the proud sheep, ran into his arms.
All the people around him were overjoyed. The day of darkness and hiding in Tibet was coming to an end, and their blood sea guild would once again reign on the earth.
Faced with a middle-aged man, the proud sheep and sheep are not used to it, so they can only hold it awkwardly.
The most sensitive perception of the spirit has both a strong sense of intimacy on the blood, and a sense of alienation that cannot be eliminated in the face of a stranger.
He is still a baby of more than 100 years old. He has no experience in dealing with such things.
Maybe his sister will talk to him. She is a chatterbox with everyone. It is easy to arouse the favor of strangers.
However, after more than 100 years of cultivation and war career, he still controlled his inner complex emotions and played a good role as a model father, without making the little guy in front of him sad.
For a long time, after Yang Yi's strong emotion calmed down after seeing his mother's nagging father, Yang Yang asked softly, "is your mother, yun'er, still alive?"
In those years, when he first met Cheng Yunxin, the daughter of a family in Qingmu County, she was 16 years old.
Now 84 years have passed, that is 100 years old. If you can't be promoted to ningzhenjing, you may be dead.
It's a great test for Meng new players to be promoted to Ning Zhen environment, and it's even more difficult for Cang Qing aborigines to leap over the dragon's gate.
One in a hundred thousand, one in a million is possible data.
After the evacuation of Xuehai guild, the cultivation resources and immortal guidance they can get will be greatly reduced.
Looking at Yang Yi in front of him, he can see that although he has managed to cultivate the magic power of prefecture level skills, his magic power is empty and the structure is unstable. At one glance, he can see that there are at least five deficiencies in the cultivation process before.
"Yes, yes, mom, Dad, let's go and see mom."
Yang Yi's words let the proud sheep's heart relax. He wiped his tears and snot and said, "Dad, mom is seriously ill. Look at her."
"Go
As soon as Yang Yi's words were finished, his collar tightened and turned into a red escape light and flew to the deep of the tunnel.
Along the way, the earth and stone and the array patterns they arranged in advance were cut like tofu pieces, without any blocking effect.
"Dad..."
Yang Yi couldn't help but look shocked, and suddenly realized that he and others had carefully arranged in front of the proud sheep and sheep, which was completely decorated and could not play a role at all.
Golden elixir is absolutely the same as that of the friars in the early days of the golden elixir!
Is this the strong fighting power of the first generation members of the blood sea guild? They not only have high cultivation talents, but also have reached the peak of Ning Zhen state in 80 years, and the golden elixir is in sight.
They can even kill enemies across a great realm. They are proficient in array and magic weapons.
Under the guidance of Yang Yidi, the red escapes the light, meets the mountain to open the mountain, meets the stone to break the stone, soon stops in front of a room containing many beautiful memories inside a courtyard with incomparably familiar appearance and layout.Proud sheep and sheep some fear, did not enter immediately.
Zhiya ~
the door opens gently, and the footstep sound is extremely gentle.
"Cough Cough, is that Yier? "
Coughing, pale bed on the voice of the old and powerless sounded: "how is the matter, there is no news of your father?"
The proud sheep and sheep looked at the old and rickety old woman in front of her, her eyes were sour, and a drop of tears ran down uncontrollably.
Eighty four years ago, eighty-four years ago, those sweet scenes emerged one by one in his eyes, the innocent girl, the girl who was easily amused by himself.
And now, she is still the same as that year, but she is about to leave the world. What kind of pain and sorrow is this?
"Cloud son, I'm back."
The voice was so gentle that she was afraid to frighten her.
The rickets old woman was shocked and turned around slowly. What she saw was a dream haunting her whole life, and she still remembered her figure when she was dying.
"Brother Yang Yang, I have hallucinations again."
For a moment, the old woman was overjoyed. Her tiny hands, like chicken feet, trembled and touched his face. Then she suddenly stopped when she was about to touch her, fearing that she would destroy the clear vision which was not easy to appear.
"It's not an illusion. I'm back."
Proud sheep shed tears, holding her dry hands on her cheek, feeling extremely cold.
Why did he come back so late, why did they spend such a short time together that they had to go through another parting just after seeing each other.
The old woman's body was stiff, and she was ecstatic in an instant, and her eyes showed a very bright look.
Suddenly, he became a little flustered, covering his face at a loss: "brother Yang Yang, don't look at me now, don't look."
She is a dead bone in the grave, but the youth in front of her is still the same as in the past. In the future, she can become a master. She doesn't want her present appearance to cover his sweet memory.
"Xiao Yun, don't move."
The proud sheep just hugged her in his arms, tears falling in her gray hair, and gently patted her on the back, just like when they were newly married.
The old woman's dry and tense body relaxed.
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Yang Yi blurted out completely instinctive reaction. His mother has a necklace magic weapon. As long as you input a small amount of mana, internal power, and Qi and blood, you can project the whole body image of the proud sheep and sheep. From small to large, he does not know how many times he has seen it, and will never admit that he is wrong. stands as like as two peas in the middle of the arch bridge, though five or six years older than the sixteen seven year old in the image. "Yang Yi Yi'er, this... " Don't talk about him, even the proud sheep himself is very muddled. Shouldn't his son be that little baby? How suddenly became a square face middle-aged people. He has no psychological preparation at all! "Why are you so delicious? How old are you before you enter the stage of Qi refining?" the proud sheep said with some disgust and flew to Yang Yi. His divine sense had already confirmed that it was his blood, and the joy on his face had already been irresistible. "Thirty four years old, advanced gas refining Wait, Dad, don't move Yang Yi answers with shame at first, and then shouts again and again, letting the proud sheep pause doubtfully. "Dad, let's verify again. Can you show me a ray of your mana and let me finish the final test." His face was solemn, even with a hint of killing. These experiences have been gained at the expense of countless talents. For himself and his brothers around him, every step must be strictly carried out. "Here you are." The proud sheep and sheep have no choice but to pass out a wisp of red mana. Yang Yi's face was serious. He took the magic power and looked at it carefully for a long time. Then he handed it to the next person after checking it. After the joint inspection of five gas refining friars, four agreed, one abstained and passed. "Dad Yang Yi cheered, ran to the proud sheep, ran into his arms. All the people around him were overjoyed. The day of darkness and hiding in Tibet was coming to an end, and their blood sea guild would once again reign on the earth. Faced with a middle-aged man, the proud sheep and sheep are not used to it, so they can only hold it awkwardly. The most sensitive perception of the spirit has both a strong sense of intimacy on the blood, and a sense of alienation that cannot be eliminated in the face of a stranger. He is still a baby of more than 100 years old. He has no experience in dealing with such things. Maybe his sister will talk to him. She is a chatterbox with everyone. It is easy to arouse the favor of strangers. However, after more than 100 years of cultivation and war career, he still controlled his inner complex emotions and played a good role as a model father, without making the little guy in front of him sad. For a long time, after Yang Yi's strong emotion calmed down after seeing his mother's nagging father, Yang Yang asked softly, "is your mother, yun'er, still alive?" In those years, when he first met Cheng Yunxin, the daughter of a family in Qingmu County, she was 16 years old. Now 84 years have passed, that is 100 years old. If you can't be promoted to ningzhenjing, you may be dead. It's a great test for Meng new players to be promoted to Ning Zhen environment, and it's even more difficult for Cang Qing aborigines to leap over the dragon's gate. One in a hundred thousand, one in a million is possible data. After the evacuation of Xuehai guild, the cultivation resources and immortal guidance they can get will be greatly reduced. Looking at Yang Yi in front of him, he can see that although he has managed to cultivate the magic power of prefecture level skills, his magic power is empty and the structure is unstable. At one glance, he can see that there are at least five deficiencies in the cultivation process before. "Yes, yes, mom, Dad, let's go and see mom." Yang Yi's words let the proud sheep's heart relax. He wiped his tears and snot and said, "Dad, mom is seriously ill. Look at her." "Go As soon as Yang Yi's words were finished, his collar tightened and turned into a red escape light and flew to the deep of the tunnel. Along the way, the earth and stone and the array patterns they arranged in advance were cut like tofu pieces, without any blocking effect. "Dad..." Yang Yi couldn't help but look shocked, and suddenly realized that he and others had carefully arranged in front of the proud sheep and sheep, which was completely decorated and could not play a role at all. Golden elixir is absolutely the same as that of the friars in the early days of the golden elixir! Is this the strong fighting power of the first generation members of the blood sea guild? They not only have high cultivation talents, but also have reached the peak of Ning Zhen state in 80 years, and the golden elixir is in sight. They can even kill enemies across a great realm. They are proficient in array and magic weapons. Under the guidance of Yang Yidi, the red escapes the light, meets the mountain to open the mountain, meets the stone to break the stone, soon stops in front of a room containing many beautiful memories inside a courtyard with incomparably familiar appearance and layout.Proud sheep and sheep some fear, did not enter immediately. Zhiya ~ the door opens gently, and the footstep sound is extremely gentle. "Cough Cough, is that Yier? " Coughing, pale bed on the voice of the old and powerless sounded: "how is the matter, there is no news of your father?" The proud sheep and sheep looked at the old and rickety old woman in front of her, her eyes were sour, and a drop of tears ran down uncontrollably. Eighty four years ago, eighty-four years ago, those sweet scenes emerged one by one in his eyes, the innocent girl, the girl who was easily amused by himself. And now, she is still the same as that year, but she is about to leave the world. What kind of pain and sorrow is this? "Cloud son, I'm back." The voice was so gentle that she was afraid to frighten her. The rickets old woman was shocked and turned around slowly. What she saw was a dream haunting her whole life, and she still remembered her figure when she was dying. "Brother Yang Yang, I have hallucinations again." For a moment, the old woman was overjoyed. Her tiny hands, like chicken feet, trembled and touched his face. Then she suddenly stopped when she was about to touch her, fearing that she would destroy the clear vision which was not easy to appear. "It's not an illusion. I'm back." Proud sheep shed tears, holding her dry hands on her cheek, feeling extremely cold. Why did he come back so late, why did they spend such a short time together that they had to go through another parting just after seeing each other. The old woman's body was stiff, and she was ecstatic in an instant, and her eyes showed a very bright look. Suddenly, he became a little flustered, covering his face at a loss: "brother Yang Yang, don't look at me now, don't look." She is a dead bone in the grave, but the youth in front of her is still the same as in the past. In the future, she can become a master. She doesn't want her present appearance to cover his sweet memory. "Xiao Yun, don't move." The proud sheep just hugged her in his arms, tears falling in her gray hair, and gently patted her on the back, just like when they were newly married. The old woman's dry and tense body relaxed. www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
