Immortal Emperor returns to be a grandpa

Chapter 766 God Fist Gate, Shocked [Second More]

Mr. Ke, the oldest blood refiner here.

He is more than 300 years old,

His blood didn't evolve successfully either, but it was mixed with medicine and animal blood, so he could live to be four hundred years old no matter what.

Of course, because it is not a complete blood refining technique, although he can live to four hundred,
However, it will also get older and older, and when it finally dies, there will only be bones left.

At the same time, every night, the pain was unbearable.

Mr. Ke, there was a fire in his heart, and he had nowhere to vent it.His name is Bogu, and Mengtian took the young man out of here. Not everyone can read the books here.

"No, Mr. Ke, let him see it." Bogu used to listen to the old man's words very much, but now he refused.

"Yes, let him see it." Mengtian also said firmly.

No matter how senior one is, it doesn't matter.

This matter is related to the birth of the real blood refining technique.

Who dares to stop?

Who is the eternal sinner in the history of blood refiners.

"What do you mean?" Looking at Mengtian who used to listen to his own words, Bogu.Actually refuted himself, to be honest, Mr. Ke was a little confused.

"You guys, what the hell are you doing?" Mr. Ke asked.

"I have a clear conscience." No matter what Mr. Ke said, Bo Gu still said: "I am for the birth of the great blood refining technique."

"Yes. It is for the birth of the great art of refining blood." Mengtian also said with passion in his chest,

A blood refiner spends his life,
why?
Isn't it the real art of refining blood?

"The art of refining blood? Do you believe that this young man is ridiculous, ridiculous." Mr. Ke was angry, pointing at Bogu, Mengtian, his fingers were extremely angry, trembling slightly.

Bogu and Mengtian also refused to budge.

"Okay, okay, okay" Mr. Ke was furious, walked away, and shouted at the same time: "There is him without me, and he without me is a joke, a joke, we old people have not created the art of refining blood, you Trust a young man? Hahaha”

Leaving with a mocking laugh.

"Bogu, Mengtian, you are confused."

"Go after Mr. Ke and apologize to him."

The other old blood refiners who were reading came one by one. They were all called Bogu, and Mengtian went to chase them.

Think Mr. G, is their hope.The person with the oldest qualifications is also the most promising person in their group to create the art of refining blood.

Bogu and Mengtian looked at each other, shook their heads and refused.

If Mr. Ke is chased back by them, Mr. Ke will definitely ask Wu Tian not to read here,
From their point of view, Mr. Ke is the oldest person, right, and among them, the person who is most likely to create a real blood refining technique, right,

But most likely, does not mean success.

In the past, there was another person whose qualifications were older than Mr. Ke's, but he died of old age in the end.

Only lived 530 years old.

For the truly great art of refining blood, Bogu and Mengtian decided not to pursue it.

"you."

"Did the two of you suffer from any illness today?"

The blood refiners here blamed Bogu, and after Mengtian, they went to chase Mr. Ke.

Bogu, Mengtian stood on the spot, ignoring the attitudes of other blood refiners.

This is their last stand.

They looked at Wu Tian who was reading a book again, Wu Tian was still the same,
When reading a book, turn the pages quickly, it seems like this, after finishing the book.

Bogu, Mengtian's face is weird, tangled, struggling, uncomfortable...

They were also afraid that Wu Tian was teasing them,
But they have already made a choice, so they can only be firm in this choice.

But in their hearts, they were also afraid.

If Wu Tian was just joking, then Bo Gu, Meng Tian knew that he was finished.

While Wu Tian was reading in the blood refiner's ancestral hall, Dao Feng and others were also practicing, and Zhou Dong was practicing boxing. He practiced while walking, and finally walked out of the palace gradually.

"This Wufang Fist is really the king of all fists."

The more I practice, the more I feel that Wufangquan is infinitely mysterious.

The boxing he practiced before, now that he thinks about it, it's just bullshit.

Zhou was not excited, his heart was boiling, with Wufang Fist, Heavenly King Realm?It can't satisfy him anymore.

"This Qingdi Fist seems to be suitable for training in the early morning, and this Red Emperor Fist."

Just as he was thinking about how to cultivate and became even faster, he heard footsteps and someone approached him.

Zhou differently turned his head to take a look.

"How are you?"

It is the elder and disciple of Shenquan Sect.

They dare not enter the palace to find Zhou Bu.

The Shenquan Sect cannot be without a master for a day, and they can only wait anxiously outside the palace, waiting for an opportunity.

Now it was finally time for Zhou Dong to come out alone.

So, they couldn't help but came up,
"Master, we miss you so much."

"Master, did that Wu Tian torture you?"

"How could he torture me?" The words of the disciples and elders made Zhou different. After realizing it, he sighed: "Don't misunderstand the master of Wu Tianmen, the master of Wu Tianmen, he is knowledgeable and talented. I follow him. The most important decision is the position of the head of the Shenquan Sect, you can find someone else."

What kind of master of the Shenquan sect, Zhou Budong, an old urchin, is no longer rare now.

"What? If you're not the head of the sect, who will be?"

"Master, how can you talk like that, you must have been deceived by Wu Tian."

The elders and the disciples persuaded them one by one, but one of the elders couldn't help but noticed Zhou Budong's fist. Although the edge of the fist didn't move, the aura contained in it made the elder stare at it, and couldn't help but feel trembling. .

"Sect Master, you... how can your fist contain such power?"

"this?"

Zhou Bu raised his clenched fist, but he hadn't reached the point where Wu Tian compressed his strength, reduced complexity to simplicity, and restrained his power.

His fists showed their sharpness: "This is the boxing technique taught to me by Master Wu Tianmen."

"What, he taught you? He is a young man, how could he have such martial arts?"

The elders couldn't believe it.

As the elders of the Shenquan Sect, they certainly saw that the boxing skills that Zhou Budong was practicing at the moment were invincible.

"What's the matter, elders?"

"Yeah, what's the matter?"

Seeing the elder's shocked expression, the disciples of Shenquan Sect were puzzled for a while.

"If my guess is correct, this fist is a gradeless fist." An elder said solemnly.

"Martial skills are divided into heaven, earth, black and yellow, and have no grades. What does it mean?" The disciples didn't know why.

"A gradeless martial skill is a special kind of martial skill. It means that a martial skill that can be improved infinitely. No matter how powerful a yellow-level martial skill is, it is limited to a yellow-level martial skill. However, a gradeless martial skill is different. There have been rumors that someone auctioned it off. Passing a levelless martial skill is worth a seven-star kingdom." An elder also spoke solemnly.

"What?" Hearing this, the disciples were startled and their faces changed drastically.

The elders also showed surprise in their tone, looked at Zhou Budong, and said: "Master, he... He really taught you this martial art? There are no conditions?"

(End of this chapter)