Grunt......

In the lampholder space, the two figures rolled for a moment, then woke up, and then realized something, and immediately sat up, looking around, dazed.

"This is, the space of that treasure of Brother Mo'er, how long have I been sleeping?" Dong Dong rubbed his eyes, turned his head to look, Huo Ran's eyes widened, revealing a look of disbelief.

"Brother Dong, why are you looking at me like this?" The black stick also woke up, and when he saw the fat boy staring at him for a moment, he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

Then, the black stick also realized that something was wrong, touched his cheek, and immediately exclaimed, he actually had a beard, and a black beard that was a foot long.

"What's the matter? How long have I slept with such a long beard!? Who has been married for decades?

The black boy wailed, in his concept, a man with a beard is an adult, and if he grows such an old beard, is he seventy or eighty.

"What the hell is called, such a long beard, it grows in a year. You're just over a foot long, and we've slept for a few years at most. Dong Dong muttered, and then got up.

This time, the fat boy immediately jumped high, his fat body seemed to have no weight, and he stopped in mid-air for a moment, and then landed slowly.

This situation not only startled Dong Dongdong, but also made the black stick shut up immediately, and the two looked at each other and were speechless.

"How did my strength break through the innate realm!? This is the realm of the ninth rank of the innate grandmaster, oh my God! Did I really sleep for decades?"

The fat boy also exclaimed, he was very self-aware, and in terms of formation talent, he was indeed outstanding. However, in terms of martial arts qualifications, he couldn't even reach Qin Mo's leg hair, which was too far behind.

In Dong Dongdong's dream, in the year of his establishment, with the help of Qin Mo, he was able to enter the realm of the innate grandmaster, that is, thank God, it could be regarded as a glory for the ancestors of the Dong family in the burning town.

However, now that he was gathering the True Flame, it was actually the level of the Nine Stages of the Innate Grandmaster, which was the level that he imagined he might reach in his later years.

"What's going on? Why is my cultivation so high? Could it be that I'm really old? Now like this, is it because my cultivation is profound and I am rejuvenated?"

Dong Dong touched his smooth face, with a look of horror, he didn't want to look like this, he didn't want to be unmarried and have children, and he would reach his twilight years without enjoying the joy of life.

The black stick and the fat boy glanced at each other, the two hugged each other, howling and crying, both sad and worried, sad that they would get old as soon as they slept, and worried about Qin Mo's situation.

Whew......

The two appeared in the bedroom, and were kicked to the ground by the tall and short people, and became a rolling gourd.

"Brother Mo, are you still here? I'm not dreaming. Dong Dongdong's eyes widened in disbelief, he saw that Qin Mo was still a teenager, and he immediately relieved himself.

As for the black stick, he was in tears, he was upright, where would he think so much, and he was still mourning his lost young years.

"What are you crying about? It's only been a little over a year of sleep. Qin Mo couldn't cry or laugh.

Subsequently, Qin Mo roughly talked about the two of them sleeping. In fact, half a year ago, Qin Mo wanted to wake up these two teenagers several times, but he was in a critical situation and was not allowed to do so.

After that, I felt that the two teenagers were sleeping in the lampholder space, which was not necessarily a bad thing, because of the nourishing breath they received, their bodies were constantly changing, and they were improving in all aspects.

This kind of sleep is equivalent to a kind of retreat cultivation, and it is the most distracting, and a year of sleep is enough to withstand the decades of hard work of ordinary martial artists.

Listening to Qin Mo's narration, the two teenagers patted their chests, and finally put their minds at ease, it turned out that it had only been more than a year, and the strength of the two of them had improved a lot, which was really an unexpected surprise.

"Boy, are the fat cub and the black boy awake? Yi Mingfeng's voice sounded, echoing in the ears of Qin Mo and the others.

"Master Yi. You're here too!" Dong Dong jumped up excitedly.

The black stick also Huo Ran stood up, he was extremely close to Yi Mingfeng, he hadn't seen him for a long time, and he wanted to see this elder immediately.

"Don't worry, get your beard clean. Qin Mo pointed at the black boy, and he was also ridiculous.

It's only been a year, and the beard of the black stick has grown so long, and this young man has obviously just reached the weak crown.

However, Qin Mo immediately thought that this situation might be related to the exercises taught by Yi Mingfeng.

......

The lights are on.

In the hall of Marshal Yi's Mansion, a group of people sat upright, including Yi Wumad, Yi Chang, Yi Mufeng, and Elder Che of the Qianyuan Sect, Gu Feng Lord, Zuo Xitian. and, Jian Wanchen and Jian Yueji of the Jian family.

Such a group of young and old gathered together, the atmosphere was extremely quiet, even as Yi Wufang, he looked at the door of the hall from time to time, and his expression was a little excited.

"You girl, why are you still hiding now. Is this Master Yi a world-class powerhouse in the Northern Regions or the Western Regions? Is he an elder-level figure of a hegemon-level force?"

Jian Wanchen reprimanded Jian Yueji in a low voice, he looked anxious, in the past half a day, he asked Yi Mingfeng's identity several times, but Jian Yueji was vague. It's just to inform that this is a peerless master from the two domains, so that the second grandfather must be respectful, so as not to dislike this senior.

In fact, there is no need for Jian Yueji to say, Jian Wanchen also knows that before on the king's battlefield, Yi Mingfeng made a move, first arranging the space shield, and then, helping Qin Mo in light and dark, so that his strength skyrocketed.

In Jian Wanchen's opinion, although Qin Mo's cultivation had reached the early stage of the Heavenly Realm, it was still too far away to fight against the peerless powerhouses of the King Realm. After all, the difference in cultivation is too great, even if you can compete, if you want to win and kill it, it is simply a fool's dream.

Therefore, it must be Yi Mingfeng's secret help from the side that makes Qin Mo so powerful.

"Hmph, you girl, even if you don't say it, I think I don't know about the second grandfather. This Master Yi should be a powerhouse in the late stage of the Martial Saint, right? Two years ago, Mo Lao of the Tianteng Sect was much worse than him, and he must be in the late stage of the Martial Saint. Mo boy is really lucky! worship such a world-strong man as a teacher......"

Jian Wanchen said with a look of amazement and envy. The powerhouses of the late stage of the Martial Saint, in the entire Zhentian Kingdom, were all behemoth-like existences.

To be precise, the Zhentian Kingdom has not produced a few Martial Saint-level powerhouses until now, and as for the late stage of the Martial Saint, as far as Jian Wanchen knows, there has never been a single one at all.

Looking at the second grandfather's astonished appearance, Jian Yueji pursed her lips and smiled a little, and she didn't know what to say.

Then, she said softly: "Second Grandpa, my master, although he is much worse than Master Zhiyi, he is also a strong man at the martial saint level. ”

"Oh, no wonder, you girl, when you first saw that person, you thought Zhuo Bufan, it turned out to be a martial arts sword saint!"

Jian Wanchen's eyes lit up, and he was pleasantly surprised, more than two years ago, Jian Yueji was taken away from the Jian family because of the middle-aged swordsman's semi-compulsion, and the sword attainments he showed were unfathomable, which made the Jian family extremely jealous.

In addition, although the middle-aged swordsman had a very tough attitude, he showed great sincerity, so the Jian family let him go.

Jian Wanchen thought about it at that time, the cultivation of the middle-aged swordsman was at least in the late stage of the King Realm, and it was the existence of a peerless king, which was even more terrifying than after the breakthrough of Zhi Yi's martial arts.

Unexpectedly, it was actually a sword saint, which made Jian Wanchen very happy, fortunately the original decision was wise, so that Jian Yueji could worship a famous teacher.

On the other side, Zuo Xitian and Yi Mufeng sat together, and the two young people reunited after a long absence, and they had a lot to say.

"Hey, Xitian, why do you want to hide it from me? This Master Yi, who cultivates as a ghost and god, is he in the middle stage of the Martial Saint or a powerhouse in the later stage?"

Yi Mufeng lowered his voice and asked his friend with frowns, he was extremely curious about it.

You must know that although he was born in the Xiling Shuai Mansion, Yi Mufeng's vision is not high, but the strongest person he has ever seen, that is, the Martial Saint, is Mo Lao of the Tianteng Sect more than two years ago.

Yi Mingfeng's demeanor was undoubtedly much stronger than Mo Lao's, which made Yi Mufeng suspect that this was a world-famous powerhouse in the late stage of the Martial Saint.

"It's not. Zuo Xitian shook his head, stretched out a finger, and pointed upward.

Sizzle!

Yi Mufeng gasped, and he was even stronger, "Martial Saint Peak, obediently, Brother Mo is really lucky! Worship such a world-famous figure, fortunately more than two years ago, he didn't go out with the old guy from the Tianteng Sect, although it is also a hegemon-level force, I estimate that at most, worship a master in the early stage of the Martial Saint." ”

Burst...... , Zuo Xitian choked on a sip of wine and was secretly speechless, this friend's imagination is too weak. If this is spread out, wouldn't it be laughing off the big teeth of countless powerhouses in the two domains.

Thinking of this, Zuo Xitian couldn't help but shake his head, the Zhentian Kingdom was indeed too closed, it had been stirred up by Emperor Luan for too long, and the entire dynasty was almost isolated from the outside world.

As he was talking, Yi Wumad stood up and walked out towards the door of the hall.

Outside, Yi Mingfeng came in a hurry, Qin Mo, the tall and short man, Dong Dongdong, and the black stick appeared one after another, and followed.

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