Chapter 941 (1/2)

Liu Changlao's face was filled with regret. Looking at the state of the ancient style, he couldn't let the ancient style continue. In that case, once the foundation is damaged, the consequences will be unimaginable.

A trace of stars flashed in the palm of Liu Chang's hand. The light was profound and incomparable, with extremely terrible fluctuations.

”Wait a minute.” on one side, blue water looked at the ancient wind with a dignified face and stopped elder Liu's next action.

Elder Liu looked at the clear water and frowned. But soon Shu spread out. For the deacons of ordinary colleges and those xianlongmen, Bishui's identity is confidential, but for their elders, it is not. After all, at their level, they could easily see the essence of Bishui, so in order to avoid some trouble, Dugu Qingtian told the elders of the college about Bishui's identity.

”Do you know that if you continue, this little guy is likely to be badly hurt, and maybe the foundation will be damaged at that time.” Liu Changlao said with a dignified face. For such a good seedling as ancient wind, he certainly doesn't want to see it destroyed because of this thing.

”Wait a minute, there is a force in him.” the mysterious Rune twinkles in the blue water's eyes and whispers.

Hearing the words of the blue water, elder Liu also showed a pensive look. His hands were sealed, and his eyes were shrouded in many runes. He looked at the ancient wind. Indeed, at this time, he did see a mysterious force emerging in the body of the ancient wind, like a beast sleeping for a long time.

But even after knowing this, Liu Changlao still didn't relax. The star mark in his palm is still flashing. After all, the current ancient wind has almost reached its limit. Maybe his body will be crushed by this heavy and incomparable pressure before the power is fully awakened.

As time goes by, many people look at the ancient style with a touch of respect in their eyes. Some of them have also experienced such heavy pressure, but no one dares to challenge the pressure beyond their own strength like the ancient style. Although this practice is stupid, the momentum of the ancient style makes them respect.

”Hold on.”

Several female disciples looked at the blue muscles and trembling muscles of the ancient wind, holding their jade hands tightly and secretly cheering the ancient wind.

”Roar”

Finally, at the moment when the ancient wind was about to be crushed by the heavy force, a terrible momentum filled his body. There were many runes all over his body, and the whole body exuded a thrilling breath. His mouth sent out the sound of dragon chanting, shaking the world, and the prestige disappeared in an instant.

However, the ancient wind did not wake up. He still closed his eyes and was constantly inspired by his spiritual power. His mind sank, looking at the bones of his body, emitting a faint fluorescence, with countless runes flashing on it. The complexity of the Chinese runes was much more than before. He can feel the increase of his physical strength, not a little.