. Yang Yun shook his head and refused without thinking.
"Master Bai, Chenxiang's talent is not in line with my standard for accepting disciples; but don't worry, since you are the master of the Potian Sect, I will definitely take care of Bai Chenxiang."
"After refining these two seeds of fire, they can temper soul power all the time, sharpen muscles and bones, and strengthen the body; I will give them to the two masters, and you can decide how to distribute them."
"Everyone in the Potian Sect must swallow the fire seeds, which is good for cultivation; at the same time, when the Potian Sect was first established, I also needed some means to stabilize the sect."
Bai He and Niu Gao also heard from Yang Wudi.
The seed fire is the key to Yang Wudi's breakthrough to the Titled Douluo. The fire seed is slightly inferior to the seed fire; it takes time and soul power.
Later, Yang Yun went to the Min clan and the Yu clan;
everyone swallowed the fire seeds and cleared out a group of traitors.
The initial shape of the Potian Sect has been formed, and it is only waiting for the Xingluo Empire to select a site and build it; the Potian Sect will be completely formed after it moves there.
That night.
Yang Wudi came to the hall: "Patriarch, the Potian Sect has been established. I wonder if you can inform the Li Clan?"
Yang Yun thought about it for a while, then nodded and agreed.
"Great Elder, the Li Clan is too servile to Tang Hao. I fought with Tang Hao in Soto City. In a few years, Tang Hao and his descendants will enter everyone's vision."
"The Li Clan has no possibility of joining the Potian Sect. Do you understand? You can also explain the situation to Master Bai and Master Niu."
Yang Wudi sighed and said, "Thank you, Patriarch, for clearing up my doubts."
He glanced at the jar next to the main seat, turned around and left without looking back.
The hall suddenly became quiet. Yang Yun looked at the Blue Silver Emperor in the large jar beside him. He raised his hand and the Fallen Heart Flame emerged.
As the flames deepened, the Blue Silver Emperor's body showed traces of burnt black scars.
Within a quarter of an hour, Yang Yun had planted a restriction in the Blue Silver Emperor's body, which could take his life at any time. After all,
she is the mother of the son of destiny, so some insurance measures need to be taken.
Late at night.
The information sent back by Jianyu Hall is that the carriage of Qibao Liuli Sect has entered the city and settled down.
Accompanying Ning Fengzhi is Bone Douluo and his daughter Ning Rongrong.
Yang Yun estimated that there will be guests tomorrow.
He took out a pen and paper and began to paint on the paper. A wonderful flower appeared between the lines.
Qiluo tulip.
After the painting, a precious herb that is not inferior to Qiluo tulip appeared in his hand; Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng.
Yang Wudi wanted to use it to refine medicine to maximize its efficacy, but Yang Yun did not need it; with the Fallen Heart Flame perfectly absorbing its medicinal power, it was not so troublesome.
The flame in his hand emerged and refined it into liquid medicine and swallowed it.
The huge soul power instantly filled Yang Yun's body meridians.
The Phoenix Spear Art was running frantically to refine the medicinal power. Such a large-scale soul power impact made the original level 86 soar at this moment.
Eighty-seven, eighty-eight, eighty-nine
Yang Yun Feng Gun Art squeezed the last drop of medicinal power of the liquid medicine, and the soul power level finally broke through the ninety-level mark.
The powerful momentum after the breakthrough blew the surrounding papers flying and the tables and chairs shaking.
This was the result of Yang Yun's efforts to control.
Even so, Yang Wudi, Baihe, Niu Gao and other first-class soul douluos were still alarmed and rushed over.
Feeling the momentum fluctuations in the room, they were trembling with fear.
"Old goat, if I remember correctly, you seem to be saying that the master kicked you down after absorbing the eighth ring of 100,000 years not long ago?"
"Yes!" Yang Wudi responded with a dry throat.
He looked at the room in front of him in a daze, and repeated in his heart: "Eighteen-year-old Title Douluo. Eighteen-year-old Title Douluo. Eighteen-year-old Title Douluo"
Yang Wudi did not mention to Baihe and Niu Gao that Yang Yun was a twin martial soul.
If this was said, the two would be scared to death.
With such a talent, the Pope of the Spirit Hall is not even worthy of carrying the shoes of his own family leader.
The three Yang Wulong brothers were already in tears.
The young master had been patient and restrained for many years, and now he finally soared to the sky without having to hide his strength.
The Po Yi clan should be prosperous.
Niu Gao seemed to remember something and laughed, "The youngest Hao Tian Douluo in the legend was already thirty years old when he was awarded the title. It seems that we did not make the wrong choice."
"The shame and suffering brought to us by the Hao Tian Sect must be returned tenfold and a hundredfold to relieve the hatred in my heart."
Bai He's heart was the most complicated at this time.
Because his sister was the wife of Tang Hao's father and the wife of the previous leader of the Hao Tian Sect; the Min Yi clan was also ruthlessly abandoned without a word.
Speaking of hatred, the hatred in Bai He's heart was no less than that of the other three sects; it was even stronger.
The more sad the Min Yi clan was in these years, the more hatred he had in his heart.
Now it's good, the rain has passed; the leader of the Po Tian Sect is much better than Tang Xiao and his ilk in his opinion.
At the same time, he was also shocked that Yang Yun was so talented.
Being able to break through the Title Douluo at the age of 18, this aptitude is no longer something that can be explained by natural talent.
It can be called a demon.
The other elders were surprised and ecstatic. The stronger Yang Yun was, the stronger the Po Tian clan would be; the better their lives would be.
At this time, he couldn't help but announce it to the whole sect.
Yang Yun walked out of the room and saw that everyone was gathered at the door looking at his room.
"Congratulations to the sect master for breaking through the title!"
"Congratulations to the sect master!"
"Congratulations."
Yang Yun nodded slightly and said, "Thank you, this matter cannot be made public; I will announce it to the whole sect after I hunt the ninth soul ring."
"Yes!"
Everyone dispersed, and Yang Yun also returned to the room to practice the exercises to consolidate his level; strive to adapt to the skyrocketing soul power tomorrow.
Back in the room, Ali took out a book of nourishing qigong; he said it was a health-preserving method that was popular in the past.
Yang Yun's mouth twitched, but he still planned to quickly popularize the Po Tian Sect at dawn.
No matter how popular it is, it is a serious practice method, which is much better than improving soul power through meditation or garbage meditation.
Seeing Yang Yun accept the Qigong, Ah Li went to warm the bed excitedly; although she was an energy body, she also needed company.
It was dawn.
The long convoy arrived in front of the gate of the Po Yi clan. Yang Wuli rubbed his eyes to see the sign on the carriage clearly and turned back.
"Clan leader; there are many people outside, from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect."
In the room, Yang Yun opened his eyes and opened the door, motioning Yang Wuli to entertain them first.
Half an hour later.
Yang Yun entered the hall, Yang Wudi was chatting and laughing with Gu Douluo; Ning Fengzhi smiled and responded from time to time.
A very harmonious atmosphere.
Sit down and look up.
"The leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is here in person, please forgive me for not welcoming you from afar." Yang Yun said.
Ning Fengzhi put down the teacup in his hand and smiled slightly, saying: "Sect Leader Yang is polite, it was Fengzhi who came too early; I have to apologize to you for disturbing your sweet dream."
Yang Wudi and Gu Douluo saw Yang Yun coming, and they both shut up tacitly.
Ning Rongrong, who was standing behind Ning Fengzhi, looked at Yang Yun, who was sitting on the main seat, with some curiosity. Was this the Yang Yun that Zhu Zhuqing was talking about?
He was quite handsome, and his aura was so strong that he could rival his father's.
(End of this chapter)