History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Yan Zhaoge's whole body is shining, and the squatting scroll makes him look like he is surrounded by a cloud.

The whole body acupoints open together, and the powerful force radiates from the body of Yan Zhao.

Gradually, it seems that there is a real dragon, undulating in the clouds, the dragons see the end of the dragon, and the sound of the screaming screaming dragons.

The two cold and hot atmospheres are no longer distinct at the moment, and you can feel the power of strength.

Yan Zhao’s eyes are closed, and they open.

The auspicious clouds that flashed in the body, the brilliance began to converge gradually, and the road seemed to be like a dragon, and it calmed down.

The dazzling clouds are gradually becoming quiet and finally appear awkward.

Where Yan Zhao’s songs are placed, it makes people feel vaguely difficult to describe. It is obvious that people are there, but it seems that they cannot determine their position, regardless of whether they are before or after.

Time and space seem to have lost meaning at this moment, leaving a chaos.

Yan Zhaoge at this time the air mass around the body, like the scene in his sea of ​​Dan Tian.

At this moment, Yan Zhao’s head is completely gone, and in his eyes, Guanghua also converges as much as possible, looking plain and introverted.

The chaotic air mass that is formed by the suffocation around the body is gradually being collected into the body of Yan Zhao.

Standing up from the ground, Yan Zhao song is like a sword of the world's famous sword, when the sword is sheathed.

Not only is Jianfeng not blunt, but it is sharper. It only temporarily converges. It will only be revealed again when necessary, and it will explode more powerfully than before.

Yan Zhao song smiled, only feeling that he is full of spiritual suffocation. More restrained. More concise, more powerful. More thick and heavy.

He faintly felt that he had more understanding of the martial arts practice.

His own sentiments, the income he learned, combined with his own martial arts, a path of sublimation, has been looming in front of his eyes.

Yan Zhaoge knows that it is his own martial arts spirit, and now has the basis of gestation, only to continue to accumulate. Finally comprehend the sublimation.

At this moment, he has successfully entered the realm of the Grand Master!

Seeing to open a door in front of me, I stepped into a new world.

The realm of the Grand Master, the beginning of the spirit.

The suffocating spirit returns to the truth, and the world of boxing is further turned into reality and begins to form a spiritual soil.

This is the foundation of the great martial arts. The swallows of the Yanzhao songs and the martial arts are like the chaos in the sea of ​​Dantian.

Yan Zhaoge also warmed and adjusted for a moment. Get up and push the door to go out.

Ahu was waiting outside, and at a glance, he saw the beam of the sky above the head of Yan Zhao’s song disappeared.

According to the character of Yan Zhao Ge, except for a few special circumstances, it never converges on the top of the head.

At this moment, the aura disappeared. Ahu carefully looked at Yan Zhaoge, and he felt that Yan Zhao’s whole body was swaying up and down, if there was a true god. Communicate the two worlds in vitro and in vivo.

Ahu himself is a person who has experienced it once, and he is slightly wrong when he sees it. Then I am overjoyed: "The son, you have succeeded in the advancement of the Grand Master!"

Yan Zhao song laughed: "New starting point. New beginning."

Ahu sincerely admired: "The son, you almost broke the record of the youngest master of the family."

"If you start from the time of the early Guru, and you are promoted to the Grand Master, you will be shorter than your homeowner!"

In the past, Ahu said that this is still a bit of a flattering, but at the moment, it is sincerely admired, only feeling incredible.

Don't look at the big man's big day, and follow the Yan Zhao song around the saddle horse, a pair of dog legs look like.

But that is the only way to face Yan Zhaoge, Yan Di and his son.

For the other people, although the surface is haha, but most of the time, he Ahu, Huang Huting, in fact, the heart also has its own pride, as if in the mountains.

However, at this moment, watching Yan Zhao’s song is so young, he will be on the scene of the Grand Master. Ahu is also amazed.

This has nothing to do with the identity of Yan Zhaoge, but purely admire the personal excellence of Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge smiled and said: "Daddy is a big master at the age of twenty-two. It is not easy to break this record. The people who are currently known can only see if there is any hope for Dragon."

He looked at Ahu: "Yes, look at you, it is here to wait for me, what is the matter?".

Ahu nodded and grinned, revealing a white tooth, faintly awkward.

"The son, inside, seems to be somewhat unstable."

Yan Zhao song heard the words, the eyebrows gently pick: "Oh? Inside the house..."

The home that Ahu said is naturally not referring to the Leizhou Zhaozhou Yan family, but to the Tianyu Tianzhongzhou Yan family from Yanzhao.

After splitting from the Leizhou Zhaozhou Yan family in the past, he avoided the persecution of the Leizhou Zhaozhou Yan family, traveled long distances, migrated to Tianyu, and finally settled in the Tianzhong Tianjiayan Yanjia.

Tianzhongzhou is where the Guangshan Mountain Gate is located. Here, it is customary and does not allow other first-class forces to exist. To develop in Tianzhongzhou, there are at most some second-rate forces.

The only two exceptions are the Yanzhao song, the Yan family of Yan Di and his father, and the Zhang family from the elders of the elders.

These two, because of Yan Di and Zhang Elder, are rooted in Tianzhongzhou, but relatively speaking, they are very low-key.

Under the big tree, it is good to enjoy the cold. With the cultivation and status of Yan Di, the Tianzhongzhou Yan family has become the famous gate of the Eight Great World.

Of course, Leizhou Zhaozhou Yanjia refused to admit it, but Tianzhongzhou Yanjia did not care whether the other party admitted.

The patriarch of the Yan family today is the father of Yan Zhaoge, Yan Di.

However, Yan Di spent most of the time staying in Guangcheng Mountain. The traces of the labels of the elders of the Guangshang Mountain were also far more important than the Yan family.

Yan Di is the helm of the Yan family. However, the daily affairs of the ordinary family are mostly handled by several ethnic groups, and then reported to Yan Di.

"How is the home unstable?" Yan Zhao said like a smile.

Ah Hu’s face replied: “Some people chew their tongues and question the homeowner’s parents who are not the old master’s parents. Even with the help of the son, you are not inferior to the son.

Yan Zhao Ge sneer, but there is no anger: "This is interesting. Seeing that the old man is rising in the holy land and riding the mountain, it is hopeful that he will be in the position of the head. He does not want to hold the thigh firmly, but this time he is confused?"

"There is no credibility to mention the rumors of ruin, even if it is true. At this time, the wise choice should be to stand on the side of the old man, and even help destroy the evidence and quell the dispute."

"The stronger the old man, the more stable the status, the more stable the position of the Yanzhong family in Tianzhongzhou, the higher the water, the more the interests, the more jumped out at this time, do you say they are stupid?"

Yan Zhaoge said to himself: "They are not stupid at all, that means there are other reasons."

"Daddy is the seat of the general public, and there is no time to spend time. But this kind of thing in the backyard is a fire. No matter how bad it is, people who are not very flat at home, how to take charge of Guangcheng Mountain?"

"Other people are not suitable for the pressure. I am a lord of the lord and go home to deal with it. It is a good fit."

Yan Zhaoge smiled coldly and looked into the distance: "Sure enough, the silence before the storm is over, and the other party is ready to start." (To be continued.)

268. The silence before the storm, the end! :