The strongest comprehension dude

Chapter 51 Storage Ring
"Oh!"

The azure blue brilliance flickered, and a hazy and extremely cold air turned into a few clusters of ice crystal mist, which wrapped the cauldron layer by layer, and dropped the temperature of the cauldron in an instant.

When the cauldron fell back to the ground, YangMeng couldn't wait to get up on it, and looked inside the cauldron with his head.

I saw that there was still a light blue flame in the cauldron at this moment, and the liquid melted by the short knife "Izumi Shou Fujiwara Kanesada" was like a small ball of black mud the size of a thumb, surrounding the light blue flame. In the middle of the colored flames, slowly rotating.

YangMeng separated a wisp of true energy to wrap around his right hand, and with a pull and a lift, he took out this small piece of mud.

"Sigh, the damage is really too serious, just such a small piece is just for refining a storage ring with only a few cubic meters of space." YangMeng looked at the black mud constantly rolling in his hand, feeling a little depressed.

"Forget it, I'm lucky if I get it, and my life is lost! With such a small piece, I should be content!" Shaking his head, YangMeng completely shook off the trace of complaint in his heart, and then called out the throwing knife , using his mind to control it to carve it in the small lump of mud, and at the same time, YangMeng kept making various sigils in his hand.

Time passed by minute by minute.

When YangMeng struck out the last talisman, his face had already turned pale, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, looking very weak.

"puff!"

YangMeng spurted out a small mouthful of blood essence and melted into the gradually formed ring, and suddenly the black brilliance disappeared in a flash.

A quaint ring appeared in midair. It was a black and white ring with two interlaced and twisted lines, forming the curved part of the ring. A simple and mysterious aura came over us.

YangMeng let out a mouthful of turbid air, because he used the technique of refining blood, so as soon as he thought about it, the ring automatically flew over.

The ring landed on the palm of his hand, and YangMeng felt the warmth in his palm, and the comfort that spread throughout his body, and he was so excited that he almost cried: "Grandma, there is finally a place to put things!"

He put the ring on his left index finger, and with a thought, a three-dimensional image of a space clearly appeared in his mind, and he could even see clearly what every corner inside looked like.

The space for this storage ring is much larger than what YangMeng expected before. It is estimated to be about ten cubic meters, and the shape is also a cube. Of course, this shape can be changed at will according to one's own wishes. Divine Sense set up different compartments, and then sorted things into categories for storage.

Moreover, the storage ring can isolate the breath, and the treasures such as pills are placed inside, and the inside will always be in a vacuum state.

YangMeng put the leftover Consolidating Origin Peiyuan Pill, Evil Resisting Talisman... and that big cauldron into the storage ring.

Scanning the area of ​​the ring that only occupied one square meter, YangMeng touched his chin maliciously, and said, "Shuilanxing is well-developed in thermal weapons, should I have a few machine guns, bazookas, grenades, etc. Yes, when hundreds of grenades fall over, even if you are a powerhouse, you will be destroyed by me!"

"Ring Ling Ling..."

Just when YangMeng was still thinking about Yin, a pleasant bell rang.

YangMeng took out his mobile phone from his pocket and looked at it. Seeing the word "Grandpa" on the screen of the mobile phone, he couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows, and thought, "Why is this old man calling me? By the way, with the power of the Yang family, he can definitely I found out that what happened in Dongyi Paradise today was done by me, I'm afraid my uncles are so curious!"

Shaking his head, YangMeng pressed the answer button and said, "Hey, Grandpa!"

"Hahaha, Xiao Meng! Come home to eat tonight, Grandpa wants to ask you some questions!" As soon as the call was connected, Yang Zaitian's hearty laughter came from the other side.

YangMeng responded, and said: "Well, I happen to have some things to talk to Grandpa, I'll go back later!"

"Okay, I'll ask the kitchen to cook some dishes you like. Be careful on the way!" After speaking, Yang Zaitian hung up the phone.

"Oh, troublesome!" YangMeng looked at the phone and scratched his head with some headaches.

……

In the southern suburbs of Longjing, the huge restaurant in the Yang Family Courtyard is brightly lit.

Yang Zaitiangao sat at the top of the table, what was surprising was that Yang Meng, the third generation, actually replaced his father Yang Tianming's first position on the left.

You must know that the position on this circular dining table has a clear position of respect and inferiority in the major families that follow the ancient system, and the person in the middle of the door is respected and the main seat.The closer the other positions are to the main position, the more respected they are, and at the same distance, the left side is respected more than the right side.

As the former Patriarch of the Yang Clan, Yang Zaitian is now the patriarch of the Yang Clan, so this position is naturally well-deserved.

And the first person on his left has always been the position of the current Patriarch Yang Tianming, the one on Yang Zaitian's right is Yang Meng's uncle Yang Tianlong, and so on for the rest of the positions.

YangMeng was sitting on the seat that should belong to Yang Tianming, but there was no sign of any strangeness on the faces of the members of the Yang family, this is really unbelievable.

"Grandpa, I heard from Erhu that Grandpa Chen has returned to China, and he will come to visit him in two days!" YangMeng said, swallowing the fat and tender lobster meat in his mouth.

"Oh, your Grandpa Chen is back?" Holding a small bowl, Yang Zaitian, who was thinking about how to speak, nodded, suddenly stared blankly, and said, "Xiao Meng, what did you just say? Grandpa Chen, which Grandpa Chen are you? "

YangMeng put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands, and said, "It's Chen Han's grandfather, Chen Luohe!"

"Chen Luohe?" Yang Zaitian's eyes widened, "Old Chen is back? Isn't he recuperating abroad? When did he come back?"

Everyone else at the dinner table also stopped their bowls and chopsticks, and looked at YangMeng.

YangMeng organized his language, and explained to Yang Zaitian what the two tigers told him at noon. Of course, he didn't mention the white jade bead, but said that the Chen family had found the best doctor for Chen Luohe. Successfully cured his hidden disease.

After listening to YangMeng's narration, Yang Zaitian sighed with emotion: "Speaking of which, Old Chen is also an old brother who fought with us, and his hidden physical illness back then has a certain relationship with us old fellows. Now, the former old brothers are dead and disabled, so we need to have a good get-together!"

Yang Zaitian seemed to be lost in memory, his face was full of nostalgia.

The dinner that followed was very strange. All the Yang family members had thousands of doubts in their hearts, hoping to get answers, but YangMeng was heartless, and at least half of the large table of dishes went into his stomach.

When Yang Zaitian came back to his senses, the dinner was coming to an end.

Looking at Yang Meng who looked full of wine and food, Yang Zaitian couldn't help it, and asked, "Xiao Meng, what did you do at Dongyi Paradise Hotel today?"

YangMeng thought in his heart: "Here, I thought I wouldn't ask!"

After taking a sip of the tea that the servant just brought up, YangMeng nodded and said, "Grandpa, this morning, I accompanied Yaoyao to the Dongyi Paradise Hotel... Just after leaving the hotel, I felt someone following us... ...Well, that head seems to be called Tanabe Asakusa, I don't know anything else!"

YangMeng saw that Yang Zaitian had started talking, so he simply told him what happened in Dongyi Paradise. Anyway, with the power of the Yang family, he must have already known about it, why bother to keep it hidden.

Regarding YangMeng's confession, even though all the Yang family members had seen that surveillance video, their hearts were still filled with shock.

"Xiao, Xiaomeng, your cultivation level..." After being shocked, Yang Zaitian asked the question he wanted to know the most.

The rest of the Yang family also showed curiosity without exception, but Yang Tianming's eyes were a little complicated: "I thought that this prodigal son could continue to be a fool, so that I could always protect him, but unexpectedly, he still went on this path." A road! Good luck tricks people..."

YangMeng scratched his hair, thought for a while, and said, "Grandpa, my master once told me when he was teaching me martial arts, that he must never reveal his name to anyone, even close relatives and friends." No. So..."

"That's it!" Yang Zaitian showed a look of disappointment when he didn't get the answer he wanted in his heart.

In fact, he had already decided in his heart that YangMeng must have obtained the relatives of the divine doctor Zhang from the holy doctor school, and the holy doctor school has always been mysterious in the ancient martial arts world, so it seems that it is not unreasonable to set such a school rule. possible.

Seeing the disappointment on Yang Zaitian's face, YangMeng rolled his eyes and said, "Grandpa, I can't name Master, but I can tell you that my Master can be called a 'Holy' word!"

Holy?Nonsense, Yang Jian, the majestic god of justice in the heaven, the power to sanctify the body when conferring the gods, why can't it be a holy word?
But Yang Zaitian didn't know this. After hearing Yang Meng's words, Yang Zaitian's eyes lit up suddenly, and he said in his heart: "It's true! The ancestor of Wuliang Mountain's holy medical school is Zhang Zhongjing, the medical saint, and Zhang Wensheng is the descendant of Zhang Zhongjing's blood. And inheriting the inheritance of medical ethics and noble medical ethics, he naturally deserves the word 'holy'. Hahaha, Xiaomeng is really lucky!"

Well, the sad old man Zhang Wensheng once again honored Yang Meng.

And other people's thoughts are not the same, but they are confused, what kind of master, holy, who would call the master master these days?Also, apart from those ancient great Confucians back then, and top professionals in various fields, who else is worthy of the word "sage"?

Ignoring everyone's weird gazes on him, YangMeng suddenly looked at the time and said, "Grandpa, it's almost nine o'clock, so I'll go back to the villa first, and I'll go to Chen's house tomorrow to see Grandpa Chen!"

Having said this, YangMeng got up and was about to leave.

At this moment, Yang Zaitian stopped him and said, "Wait, Xiao Meng! I still have something to tell you, follow me to the study!"

(End of this chapter)