Yunmeng Daze, the wind and rain are still there.

On the island, the breeze finally blew again, and the four elders finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Because, he finally moved.

Yun Luo, who had just exited from that unknown space, had not had time to relax for a moment before his mind could relax. He was caught off guard and started his journey of transforming dragons.

All he experienced at this moment was no different from Sun Dayun, and he was peeling and picking flesh, smashing bones and burning the dirt.

Sun Dayun over there was almost fainting, and he was trying hard to maintain the Qingming Festival in the Lingtai.

He muttered in his heart, Sun Dayun, you must not be cowardly, and you must not let down your brother's kindness!

Yunluo here has just begun.

After a moment of panic, Yun Luo quickly calmed down.

For him, skinning was painful, but it was still within a tolerable range.

There is nothing else, only habit.

When Jiang Taixu taught him how to practice swords, he asked him to peel off his flesh with his own hands, and his hands could not tremble too much.

According to Old Man Jiang, when a sword cultivator makes a sword, he needs stability at all times.

For several hours, under the elders' eyes that were getting wider and wider, Yun Luo returned to the state of meditation as before, but the red face of flesh and blood clearly showed that he had finished peeling.

Four pairs of eyes looked at me, and I looked at you, and all my expressions were shocked.

It is not scary to survive the first stage, but it is shocking to survive so easily.

For these elders who came from a wealthy family and had a wealth of wealth since childhood, it is hard to imagine that Yun Luo survived it with his rich experience of abuse.

Elder Cui frowned in the northwest corner, "Does there be any treasure on this kid? How could it be so relaxed?"

"We have been sitting here for decades. Many juniors who have come in with all kinds of strange treasures have seen it. They have more than half of the effect in this dragon-turning pool?" Elder Lu obviously did not agree with this statement.

Because of Lu Ji's recommendation, he subconsciously had the intention of talking to Yun Luo a little.

In the northeast corner, the elder of the Wang family, who was nicknamed Wang Heitan, shook his head, "It seems that I still underestimate him. With such a physical body, I might be able to be Ting'er's opponent."

The elder of the Yuan family sitting cross-legged in the pavilion in the southwest corner smiled, "The "Age of the Mountain Moving" is famous, only in terms of physical fitness, I am afraid that few of the peers can become Wang Ting's opponents."

Wang Heitan smiled proudly.

If Lu Ji was here and heard this conversation, his expression would have been very wonderful.

Under the blue shirt in the water, Yun Luo's disguise had long disappeared and he had returned to his true face.

The originally handsome face looked a little ferocious at this moment, with eyebrows gone, teeth clenched, and blood dripping.

Normally, just this second stage would not make Yun Luo so painful, but in this dragon-turning pool, the senses in the whole body were magnified much, making the pain surging a lot.

His body was gradually peeled off. He felt the strips of flesh attached to the bones also pulled up one by one, his eyes were removed, his tongue was pulled off, and his pain was so painful that he was sweating.

It was magical, but at this moment, he could still clearly "see" that there was only a skeleton left under his robe.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a heavy hammer fell on his feet, and his foot bones were broken.

Yun Luo could no longer control his trembling all over his body and subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but how could this illusory feeling be avoided?

“That’s the end.”

“That’s the end.”

Two words in unison were a little regretful, and the other was a judgment full of confidence.

Shortly after the bone breaking was carried out, Sun Dayun finally couldn't hold on and fell into the dragon-turning pond, but he didn't have time to pinch the square red jade tablet in his hand!

Yun Luo also began to shake violently, no longer as calm as before.

"This round-faced boy...ah!" Elder Yuan stroked his knees, and his regretful expression was undoubtedly revealed.

The jade tablet was not crushed in time, and the erosion of the dragon-turning pond was not stopped. My own mind was broken and I couldn't survive!

Elder Cui is the ancient Jing Wubo. "In this dragon-turning pool, are there fewer people who are ignorant of advancing and overestimating their abilities?"

In history, even after the six clans developed jade plaques, there were many younger generations with "lofty ambitions" who worked hard to go further, missed the best time, and eventually died.

The other two sounds represent sighs of approval, like an elegy played for Sun Dayun.

"Look at me!" Elder Yuan sat up straight, stretched his neck long, and looked at Sun Dayun in shock.

Three eyes followed closely.

I saw a golden cloud slowly condensed from his head, and then gradually expanded, wrapping him up in it.

With the package of Qingyun, Sun Dayun, who was only a skeleton, looked at it and felt a sense of peace.

Wang Heitan rubbed his eyes, "This is what he is doing. Why are there so many strange things about these two kids? Lu Laosan, who is your little Jier looking for?"

"What I found in my family? This is a proposal by the six clans. The alliance passed. Don't hinder the shit basin." The elder of the Lu family blocked him back lightly.

At critical moments, these words must be blocked first.

The elder of the Cui family breathed, "Qingyun? Isn't this something that only the immortals in the Heavenly Court have?"

"How is it possible! The immortal has such ability?" Wang Heitan did not believe what Elder Cui said.

A true immortal is at least a nine-level celestial being. How could he be an immortal with such a round-faced fat man?

"Yes, not to mention that the heavenly court today will not let the immortal slip down secretly." Elder Lu shook his head slowly, "It's not an immortal."

The elders of the Yuan family also recognized the judgment of the Wang family and the Lu family, "But, this is Qingyun after all."

"Yes, how should Qingyun explain this?" Elder Cui was also confused.

Lu Chang said slowly: "Maybe it is not certain about any novel magic weapon. There are many mysterious things in practice."

The other three of you pursed your mouth. You just said that the magic weapon is useless, and you are the one who explains it with magic weapon now. Have you finished speaking?

Elder Lu naturally knew that it was so difficult to convince the public, so he spoke in a deep voice, "When this young man comes out, we will interrogate carefully. If there is really a problem, the four of us will sit here and he will have nowhere to escape!"

After finalizing Sun Dayun's side, the four of them naturally turned to another young man in blue.

The more he shook, the more he became, the more powerful he was, and his whole sitting posture had dissipated, and he seemed to faint like Sun Dayun at any time.

"It's impossible that this young man has Qingyun, right?" Elder Yuan smiled.

Yun Luo couldn't laugh at this moment. He could clearly feel that his bones were broken inch by force. At the same time, as the senses of the Dragon-Crafting Pool were enlarged, he couldn't help but tremble all over his body.

It is not possible to endure it by will alone, and there are times when a person’s will cannot be able to bear it. You must think of a way.

Yun Luo tried his best to calm down his mind, took a deep breath, and began to focus on breathing with the method of Nine-turning Sword Qi.

With one breath and one breath, the true energy was like a fire dragon, whizzing past the eighteen key acupoints of the nine-turn sword energy.

After completing the first time with great difficulty, he buried his head and started the second time, trying not to focus his mind on the pain outside.

Breathing goes from disorder to order, and rhythm goes from rapid to long.

The fire dragon in his body became more and more powerful. Yun Luo was happy to find that these eighteen key acupoints had been cultivated deeper and larger.

He was overjoyed and followed the fire dragon to patrol and rush in his body with his mind, cleaning, cultivating and improving.

As the mind shifts, the body seems to gradually stop hurting.

Human nature is sometimes so wonderful. When you go from endurance to demanding, you no longer care about things that once made you unbearable, but focus on the benefits it can bring to you with all your heart.

Things are still the same things, and people are still the same people. Different states of mind will lead to different results.

In this way, the four old men outside were shocked to find that the young man in blue had sat up again, straight and calmly.

"It's really evil!" Wang Heitan cursed. At this moment, he no longer mentioned Wang Ting. Even if his Ting'er came, he would probably not be even more powerful than this young man.

The night came quietly with the mist returning to the lake.

Around the square, many huge night pearls began to silently show their existence.

In this night, two mysterious boys spent the twelfth hour after entering the Dragon Transformation Pool.

The eaves of the pavilion firmly rejected the illumination of the night pearl, and the four elders sat cross-legged in shadows, unable to see their faces.

In the Dragon Pool, Sun Dayun, who was sleeping peacefully in the Qingyun, was quietly and calm, and together with the faces under these shadows, it was strange and quiet.
Chapter completed!