Resurrection of Spiritual Energy: Billions of Times Talent

"Dad......" As soon as Jiang Hao came back, he saw Jiang Yuan with an ugly face, and his confidence was suddenly released, and he shouted in a low voice.

Jiang Yuan glanced at it, and just from the fluctuations of qi and blood on his body, he was a little surprised.

This kid's strength has broken through again, and his combat power has soared all the way in just a few days, not three thousand battles, but two thousand seven or eight.

But at a glance, a wave of anger couldn't help but bubble up.

Jiang Hao actually had three bruises all over his body, large and small, not artificial, but left by the fierce beasts when they were fighting.

If it is not sorted out, it will be a hidden danger for a long time, hindering the flow of qi and blood, and even leading to complications.

Warriors are the most taboo about dark wounds.

"You still know to come back!" Jiang Yuan roared angrily: "Why, with a little bit of strength, it began to swell? Xiaoxue, where did you get the rattan for me, see that I don't break his leg today, I have your surname." "

Murong Xue couldn't help but mutter, "You originally had his surname." "

"What do you say. Jiang Yuan's eyes suddenly looked at her and said, "Why, you also have itchy skin, you want to be beaten, right? That's right, I even cleaned up with you today." "

"No, no, no...... I'll get it now. Murong Xue was excited, and hurriedly ran upstairs to get a rattan.

Looking at the rattan with the thickness of a baby's wrist, Jiang Hao couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes.

Jiang Yuan took the rattan and hit him directly on the leg, but it was his own child, it was impossible to really interrupt, and it was useless to use any strength.

...... snapped

Jiang Hao didn't dodge or dodge, he ate the whip raw, and the corners of his mouth grinned in pain.

"You're tough, isn't it, I'll see how long you're still tough. Jiang Yuan said cruel words, and hit him with another whip.

Jiang Hao gritted his teeth in pain, but he didn't fight back or dodge.

But Murong Qingyue on the side couldn't stand it anymore, and rushed up all of a sudden, blocking the front and saying angrily: "Don't fight, if you break my son, I'll be done with you." "

"Xiaoxue, pull your mother away for me. Jiang Yuan skillfully hit Jiang Hao with another whip.

"Xiaoxue, don't worry about it. Murong Qingyue glared at her daughter.

Murong Xue, who was caught in the middle, was in a state of uproar, and she almost looked up to the sky and sighed: It's too difficult for me, one is my father, the other is my mother, what should she do?

There's no way she can't do it!

With Murong Qingyue in the middle, Jiang Yuan was not easy to start, so he could only strike at Jiang Hao's last bruised place.

"You are a woman, you look at how your son has been pampered by you, don't you know how dangerous it is outside the city?" Jiang Yuan sighed indignantly, shook his hand and walked directly upstairs.

After Jiang Yuan left, Murong Qingyue looked at Jiang Hao with a distressed face and said, "Son, it's okay! It doesn't hurt or not, your father is also related to you, don't blame your father." "

Jiang Hao's mood was a little low, he shook his head and said with relief: "It's okay Mom! I'm not a child, I understand this truth, I don't blame Dad!".

"Alas...... What are you going to do next time, tell your dad first, he is old, and his time is running out!" Speaking of this, Murong Qingyue's heart was sour.

The limit of life that the qi and blood of a martial artist can provide is only ninety to ninety-five years old.

In fact, they all knew in their hearts that Jiang Yuan didn't know when he would leave, it was possible to leave after a nap, it was possible to leave tomorrow, or it was possible to sit on a recliner and bask in the sun and leave.

Silently.

As soon as he thought of this, Jiang Hao's eyes turned red, and he gradually clenched his fists.

Jiang Yuan went directly to the attic and did not return to the room.

In the attic, he calmed down his heart, he didn't blame Jiang Hao, after all, a martial artist just needs to fight, and he spent the first half of his life in fighting.

Sleep in the sea of corpses and blood, wake up in terror, take up arms, and face the tide of beasts that attack like waves.

Only in this way can the blood of a warrior be cultivated.

Temper your indomitable will.

A martial artist, the will is second only to talent.

What he blamed was that Jiang Hao went out without permission and didn't tell him.

Shaking his head, without thinking too much, Jiang Yuan crossed his knees and began to condense his dissolved qi and blood, following the meridians in his body, forming a large circulation.

Every time the blood circulated, he could clearly feel that the basic combat power was constantly increasing.

When he was deformed before, he condensed the immortal cells, making his basic combat power reach a terrifying more than 150,000 in one fell swoop, and now he feels it carefully.

His combat strength had already exceeded 150,000, reaching a terrifying 200,000.

You must know how many days it has been, from activating a hundredfold talent, to a thousandfold talent, before and after, but in half a month, from a person with declining qi and blood, to a person with 200,000 combat power.

You must know that the combat power of 200,000 is already very close to the intermediate grandmaster, that is to say, he can deal the damage of the grandmaster without using any cheats, just one punch.

If the third stage of the Divine Vein Sutra is used, the instant explosion will be even more terrifying, and it can reach six million, which is the realm of recognized high-level grandmasters.

"Senior Grand Master?" Jiang Yuan muttered to himself, with a fierce light in his eyes: "It's not enough, it must be tens of millions to have the strength of a junior Quartet General, and this is still the most basic Quartet General." "