Heavenly God Mnemonic

"This is the seal placed by Grandpa."

Yang Qingxuan sighed, looked a little lonely, and said to herself: "Grandpa is so confused. We have lived together for fifteen years. This little broken house is our home. After he left, I was left alone and alone. Up."

He stood outside the door for a while, read the letter paper several times, and thought: "Grandpa wouldn’t let me find him, naturally because I’m not strong enough and I’m afraid of danger. So, he must have gone. A dangerous place!"

Yang Qingxuan said in surprise: "No, I must go to him! But I am afraid that my current strength can only be a burden, and I don't know what the'celestial power' that grandpa said is. After you have cultivated to the yellow turban strong man, you will first condense your own martial arts soul."

After all, Yang Qingxuan is a man who once stood on the pinnacle of the earth.

He picked up the yellowed "Six Sun Palm" and read it carefully: "Six Sun Palm, the elementary martial arts of the profound stage, the most masculine and the strong, the power is infinite..."

Time passed quickly, Yang Qingxuan stood motionless, frowning, until the light was dimmed and the sky was dusk.

But with his eyesight, he can see things at night without affecting reading.

Yang Qingxuan plunged into the comprehension of the "six sun palms" and stood there like a sculpture. It was not until a ray of morning light shone on him in the early morning of the second day that he slowly closed the book.

"This martial art doesn't have too much mystery, but it is simple, direct, fierce and domineering, and can maximize the power of the whole body. Compared with the Dragon's Palm, it is less fancy, but its power is doubled."

When Yang Qingxuan was on the earth, he had studied many martial arts very deeply. This was the first time he studied martial arts in this world, and he quickly discovered the great difference between the two.

The earth is restricted by the rules of heaven and earth, and can only practice up to the tenth level of Qi Wu, so a lot of martial arts are also created for the Qi Wu realm.

But this "Six Sun Palm" is capable of exerting the power above the Qi Martial Realm.

Yang Qingxuan put the book away and followed the "six sun palm" movement route to let Qi Jin flow in his body. A complicated handprint formed in front of him with his hands.

With the start, the whole body's energy seemed to be drawn, frantically converging toward the palm. The aura on his body changed drastically, and a very hot aura spread around.

Yang Qingxuan's face changed drastically. He already felt the extreme extraordinaryness of this move, but what was fatal was that the energy of his whole body was emptied when he started his hand, and he was no longer able to maintain his palm print.

In a rush, he snapped out the unfinished palm!

"Boom!"

A huge palm print appeared on a large tree in front of it, and it broke at the sound, and a fire ignited from the palm print, instantly burning the entire tree to ashes.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes showed horror, and he couldn't imagine the power of this palm was so terrifying!

And it's still an unfinished palm. If all the power of this palm is released, what terrible effect will it have? I'm afraid that the tanks on the earth can blow up.

However, with his cultivation base at the moment, it is impossible to fully display the "Six Sun Palm".

Even if it is only partially used, the meridians in the body will have a burning sensation, like being scratched by a sharp blade. Yang Qingxuan knew that this was a lack of cultivation and could not withstand the violent vigor of the palm strength.

"It seems that the root of everything is my lack of strength. I must improve my cultivation as soon as possible, condense my martial soul, and cultivate into this'six sun palm' before I can find my grandfather and reveal my life experience."

After sizing, he turned around and returned to the broken house. After a while, he packed up his baggage and came out and ran towards the college.

Now Yang Zhao left without saying goodbye, leaving him alone. There was no need to stay in this dilapidated hut anymore. Yang Qingxuan planned to live in the school directly.

Ran all the way, and soon came to the school district.

The gate of the college is made of exquisite white jade, and two colors of jade form a double-door structure inside and outside. The four gilt characters of "Tiancong Academy" are inlaid on the door, revealing an awe-inspiring atmosphere that makes people unable to look directly.

There was an open space in front of the door. In addition to the students coming in and out, there were dozens of people gathered there, looking around.

Yang Qingxuan rushed to the door and saw Xue Hao, Hu Ding, and Zhou Cang at a glance. Hu Ding and Zhou Cang had sullen faces and looked around, while Xue Hao's face was pale with apathetic eyes, but the spiteful expressions flashed in his eyes from time to time.

"He is there!"

Hu Ding saw Yang Qingxuan for a moment, and suddenly shouted, his voice full of excitement, anger, murderousness, and ferociousness.

"Wow!"

A dozen or twenty people all dispersed, rushing over in an instant, surrounding Yang Qingxuan. These people are the martial artists of Xue, Hu, and Wednesday's family.

Zhou Cang pointed at Yang Qingxuan, gritted his teeth and roared: "Yang Qingxuan! We are looking for you so miserable. The humiliation we suffered the day before, I will pay you back a hundred times!"

Yang Qingxuan was on guard, a total of 19 people, most of whom were masters of the seventh and eighth layers of the Qi Martial Realm, but there were also six who were unfathomable, and they should have reached the Spirit Martial Realm.

He sneered: "It seems that the three of you still haven't learned how to talk about five things, four beauty and three warmth. Do I need to use a knife to carve these words into your bones so that I won't forget them?"

Zhou Cang and Hu Ding both looked at his cold smile and couldn't help feeling a little frightened. They sweated their palms and felt a trace of fear.

The two looked at each other, both pale. Surrounded by so many powerful family members, Yang Qingxuan, no matter how powerful he was, would only die, and couldn't help feeling ashamed of his timidity.

"Bold!"

An elder Hu angrily shouted: "You villain, the grandson of a garbage worker, dare to hurt my Zhou family. Today, you must interrupt your limbs, and let you kneel and kowtow a hundred heads!"

Yang Qingxuan's face turned cold, and his murderous aura suddenly shot out from his eyes.

Although the old man's strength was unfathomable, such vicious remarks triggered his murderous intent.

On earth, from birth to death, to the summit, he encountered too many opponents stronger than him, but in the end all fell in front of him and became his stepping stone to the summit.

Although the difference in cultivation level is important, the life and death of battle is also closely related to many factors such as perseverance, Taoism, wisdom, martial arts, weapons, and so on. A true master is not only a perfect cultivation base, but also exerts every factor to the extreme.

"That's too cheap for him!"

A middle-aged man with a beard-faced scumbag shouted: "My family Xue Hao was kicked to pieces by him, and he has been ruined for life! I will break his corpse into pieces, peel his skin and knock his marrow, before I can vent my hatred!"

The middle-aged man was Xue Hao's father, staring at Yang Qingxuan bitterly, and the anger in his eyes was enough to burn Yang Qingxuan.