Unparalleled Crazy Young System

Chapter 1339: Energy Storage·500·Meteor Technique

Seven innate!

What does the seven-fold innate mean?

One person can single out any family from the top ten.

With the strength that can compete with the patriarch of any of the four major families, not to mention victory, at least undefeated.

It can be said that it has entered the level of China's peak strength.

And here, those who have this level of strength.

It is estimated that only Bei Ming Wuji.

Dongfang Yandu may not have it unless he invites his father to come.

The other ones are the four masters, the master of the divine medicine sect, the master of the forged sword valley, and the master of the Tianji Pavilion.

Bei Ming Wuji clenched his fists and looked at his grandson.

If this situation is deadlocked, he must take action.

Forty years ago, he could no longer let it happen to him.

...

Forge Sword Valley.

A man in a robe walked out, looking like he was fifty or sixty years old.

But anyone who knows the identity of this person knows that this person is nearly a hundred years old.

Because he is the Valley Master of Jianjian Valley, Xiao Zheng.

At this moment, he felt the unusual aura of the Divine Doctor Sect, even Zhuxian Sword Formation!

"Chen Ping was in the Divine Medical Sect, what happened to him actually let him use the Zhuxian Sword Formation." Xiao Zheng was going to check it out.

But when he walked to the gate of Zhujian Valley, he was blocked by the figure of a silly figure.

Seeing this person, Xiao Zheng frowned slightly, as if he hadn't seen him, and was about to go around.

"Oh, Junior Brother. Where are you going? Why don't you say hello to Senior Brother?" Old Jian suddenly stood in front of Xiao Zheng, full of alcohol and his clothes in tatters.

This flashed the disgust in Xiao Zheng's eyes.

"Get out of the way, I have something to do."

"But I don't want to let it, Junior Brother. I have a chat with Senior Brother." Jian Lao looked at Xiao Zheng with a blind eye, and handed the flask in front of Xiao Zheng: "I have good wine here."

Xiao Zheng's face gradually darkened: "Brother. More than fifty years have passed, and you are still so decadent. You let the dead master see how the master would scold you."

Old Jian smiled and shook his head, and said drunkly: "It's not the same when you become a valley master. Now you will reprimand his brother."

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you right now." Xiao Zheng felt that the aura of the magic doctor sect was getting bigger and bigger, and even the aura of absolute immortality appeared.

This shows that Chen Ping and the others have really met their opponents this time.

"If I don't let it." Old Jian took a sip of wine and squinted at Xiao Zheng.

Xiao Zheng looked at Old Jian: "The matter of the Shenyi Sect has something to do with you?"

"No, no. I'm a bad old man who only knows about drinking, I don't know what." Old Jian shook his head again and again, but then he said in a gloomy voice, "However, today, Junior Brother, you are still honestly at Casting Sword Valley. Just stay."

Xiao Zheng drew his sword.

"Do you think you can block me?"

"Can't stop it, can't stop it. I don't know? But you can't get through today." Old Jian smiled jokingly.

Xiao Zheng snorted coldly, and pointed his sword at Elder Jian: "It's been more than 50 years, and I just want to know the realm where you are now. Brother, I'm no longer the same."

With that, Xiao Zheng's momentum rose sharply, and his hair moved with the wind.

"The Eightfold Congenital Peak, it seems that Junior Brother, you are really hardworking these years." Old Jian nodded appreciatively, rubbing his hands on his clothes, and then looked around.

He walked to the side and picked up a half-meter long branch.

"Then I will try to see how the younger brother has grown over the years."

The branches against the swords.

Xiao Zheng's face was black. For more than fifty years, the genius who used to be the sword-making valley in Tianmen has fallen into this way.

And because of this, he can become the Valley Master of Sword Forge, and today he will prove that he has surpassed this senior.

Xiao Zheng moved. With the sword intent he had cultivated for more than 50 years, he swung his sword at the senior who had stood on top of his head and could only look up.

Five minutes later.

The branches were still there, but the sword in Xiao Zheng's hand had fallen a hundred meters away.

Xiao Zheng sat down on the ground, and he looked at the sloppy, drunk, and unshaven old man before him in despair.

The kendo he had cultivated for decades was not as good as him.

This... how is this possible.

Moreover, the strength of the brother felt as deep as an abyss, and he couldn't see it at a glance. A small fragile branch was sharper than his own sword in his hand.

"You...you have broken through to that realm!" Xiao Zheng swallowed and looked at his senior.

Old Jian did not speak, but stuck that branch on the ground.

"Today, you can't take a step here."

Old Jian left a word, he turned around and walked to the huge sword engraved with the forged sword valley, snuggled and sat down, and continued to drink his wine.

Xiao Zheng glanced at the branches on the ground. He clenched his fists, and finally turned around and took his sword back to the valley of the sword, and ordered the disciples of the valley who were still in the valley.

You are not allowed to leave here for half a step today, no matter what happens outside.

Old Jian shook the empty hip flask in his hand and looked in the direction of the Divine Doctor Sect. He muttered, "Boy, I can only help you with this.

After all, an eagle will always have to face various things in the future, and how far it can go depends on you.

If you really can't, I would rather you fold your wings here. "

...

Genius.

At this moment, Ye Hao has been trapped in the Zhuxian Sword Formation for ten minutes. The skin on his body has almost been experiencing the process of injury and recovery.

Fortunately, Ye Hao has not received serious injuries so far.

This is also the relationship that Bei Ming Wuji has not made a shot now.

"Huh, I'm finally ready." Ye Hao seemed to heaved a sigh of relief. He suddenly put the Fang Tian painted halberd in his hand on the ground, took off the person who was wrapped behind his back, and then grew blood-colored wings behind him. And Nangong Wuji is wrapped in it.

Although those swords were constantly weakening Ye Hao's blood wings, they couldn't be broken for a while.

"Everyone hold on, this kid is already tired of parrying. He will soon be defeated by us! He is just trying to restrain himself!" Chen Ping encouraged loudly.

Everyone became more confident, and Hong Lei and Yang Xiao even showed smiles of "great grievances to be repaid".

【Storage·500·Meteorite】

The corner of Ye Hao's mouth in the blood wing curled slightly.

At this time, the people who are still sitting outside on the ground sitting at the table.

Their faces suddenly changed and they left the seats, and even passed through the crowd of onlookers, and ran towards the outer area of ​​the Divine Medicine Sect.

"Mrs. Grandson, you'd better take your two daughters now. It feels like to withdraw and run as far as possible." Bei Ming Wuji reminded him by grabbing his granddaughter in one hand.

But Bei Ming Yinyin blinked her watery eyes at the moment, pointing to the sky.

"Wow, what a big meteor."

meteor?

Everyone discovered that a huge meteor appeared in the sky for a moment, and it was falling towards this side.

At this moment, the people around were completely confused, and one by one fled away.

Everyone is a warrior, but they can't guarantee that they can guarantee that they are intact under the impact of meteors.

"This...what the **** is going on?" Nangong Yao stood up, with a black face, reluctantly with his family and retreat.

Zhuge Qing lifted his head and looked at the meteorite getting closer and closer to the sky.

"He... how did he do it?"