Chapter 1244 (1/2)

The skinny old man seems to be full of spirit, but when you look carefully, you can feel a faint sense of decay on the other side.

”See the ancestors!”

Wu Zhengyang bowed down to worship, with a very respectful look.

The other side waved, indicating that Wu Zhengyang didn't need to be more polite, but his eyes were fixed on Song Yan, even with a heat: ”what you said just now is serious!”

His name is Chen Shaoyang. He is the founder of Shaoyang. His life span has reached 9300 years.

Those who practice out of their orifices can live about five thousand years, those who practice distractedly can live about eight thousand years, and those who practice in the early stage of integration will not live longer than ten thousand years, that is to say, Chen Shaoyang has not had many years to live.

The mole ant still lives stealthily, let alone the master of the early stage of the combination.

Therefore, in recent years, Chen Shaoyang has not given up the calculation of the middle stage of the combination, and is also asking people to find the middle stage of the combination.

Unfortunately, it's too difficult to create Kung Fu. He hasn't made much progress, and he hasn't succeeded in finding the mid-term Kung Fu. After all, such Kung Fu is wanted by the first-class sects all over the world. As long as one of them appears, everyone will break their heads. Therefore, Chen Shaoyang will be so excited when he knows that song Yan can provide the Kung Fu to the late stage of the integration.

Because, when he is promoted to the middle stage of the combination, his life span can be increased by one thousand years. If he is trained to the late stage of the combination, his life span can be increased by another thousand years. If he reaches the transitional period, his life span can directly soar to twenty thousand years.

”Naturally!” Song Yan nodded at Chen Shaoyang's hot eyes.

”What is the proof?” Chen Shaoyang asked again.

”Look, elder!”

Song Yan takes out a jade Jane and gives it to the other side.

Chen Shaoyang can't wait to take the jade slips. When Yuan Shen looks into the jade slips, a piece of skill comes to mind.

It's easy to distinguish the merits and demerits of the skill with his early eyesight.

Therefore, after a brief review of this skill that can be cultivated to the early stage of integration, he can be sure that this skill is far beyond the one he has cultivated.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Shaoyang takes back the yuan God, stares at Song Yan again, and asks, ”I'm not afraid that the old man will take your skill out of my hands.”

Song Yan shakes his head confidently: ”I believe that the elder is not that kind of short-sighted person. If you cooperate with me, the elder and Shaoyang clan can get more. If you want to forcibly take my skill, you may not succeed!”

”Where did you get that confidence?”

All of a sudden, Chen Shaoyang, a slightly stooped man, grabbed song inkstone with a claw without any sign. The seemingly ordinary claw contained the true meaning of the road. Song inkstone, as the target of attack, felt stiff all over, even his soul trembled.

”Wheeze!”

The black sword suddenly came out of its sheath.

Blood!

The true meaning of Kendo breaks out. It turns into a bloody sword light and accurately splits Chen Shaoyang's palm.

”Poof!”

With the explosion of energy, song Yan's body shape is only stable when he retreats to the door. Chen Shaoyang is also shocked by song Yan's sword.

Chen Shaoyang didn't expect that he would be forced to step back by a distracted young generation, but he was slightly shocked, but immediately praised: ”OK! What a strong sword technique! ”

Wu Zhengyang, on the other side, was also stunned and stared at Song Yan in amazement. He was sure that if he faced the sword, he could only survive with a ten percent chance. However, he was relieved to think that his ancestors had been forced back a step.

”Thank you for your praise!”

Song Yan put away his black sword and said with a smile.

”You are the song inkstone that was chased and killed by taiyijiao, aren't you?” Suddenly, Chen Shaoyang's meaningful way.

”Not bad!” Song Yan nodded.