Chapter 450: Tuoba Master

At the moment in the square, all the fairy tales dissipated, but everyone around them, but no one spoke. Their eyes were all looking at Luo Yang, and the eyes showed an unprecedented earthquake!
Just picking a piece of sea crystal stone, it will open the best spiritual stone, but in the best spiritual stone, open the blood of the hard tolerant!
This kind of anti-day deeds is no longer a matter of luck. Even those who do not understand the technique of spar, at this moment, already know that Luo Yang’s stone technique is far more than Tuojie! Even... beyond the ordinary stone master!
Without paying attention to the silence around him, Luo Yang’s eyes showed a deep sorrow. He looked at the blood of the fairy in front of his eyes, but he could not help but reveal a terrible world.
The blood of the road reflected the heavens and the earth, and the entire galaxy was trembled violently. A shout of screams resounded through the Milky Way, and the violent spiritual collisions triggered countless stars.
"Here is...the ancient starry sky..."
After the eyes swiftly swept from all sides, Luo Yang’s face showed a shocking color. The figures in the Star River that were constantly being smashed were vague, but they all had horrible fluctuations. Each figure was like a party. Supreme, this war was carried out under the Xinghe River.
The tragic war continued, and it became more and more tragic with the passage of time. As soon as the road was shadowless, even the vast expanse of the river seemed to mourn and drop the endless blood.
"The blood of the immortal contains immortality, so it will reflect the scene of ancient wars, but why can I see it alone..." After a moment, Luo Yang’s mind must have a look of thought.
But before Luo Yang continued to sink, the star river in front of him was broken, all the things were dissipated, and the light flashed. When Luo Yang opened his eyes again, only the fairy who dissipated the fairy light The blood still exists, quietly suspended in front of him.
"In this scene, if I personally cut the Lingshi, I am afraid that this life can not be seen..." After the eyes disappeared gradually, Luo Yang’s eyes looked at the drops of blood, and his heart sighed slightly.
Just as Luo Yang looked at the blood of the fairy, the great elders on the side also came back to God, his eyes fixed on the dripping blood, and his eyes showed an unprecedented heat.
"Even if the fairy is scattered, it can't be left in the world. These bloods are also rare treasures. If you can refine and refine it, it will definitely help the practice!"
Thinking in my heart, Yang Haitian’s fiery color is more intense. When the footsteps move forward, the figure appears in front of Luoyang. When the right hand is out, he wants to take the drop of blood.
Although Yang Haitian's speed is fast, Luo Yang is faster than him. When his right hand squats down, he will directly put away the drops of blood.
"Yang elder, this drop of blood is Song's excuse, you do not pass the consent of Song, just like to accept it, fear it is not right?" After the blood was collected, Luo Yang looked at Yang Haitian Said faintly.
"This Xianbao is owned by my wooden door, Song Keqing, you still hand it over."
Seeing that Luo Yang put away the blood of the fairy, Yang Haitian's face was gloomy, but he did not easily start, but said coldly.
Yang Haitian's voice spread throughout the square, and many of the elders of Mudumen looked at them. Many people close to Yang’s family spoke with each other, but the two elders were silent.
"Son surnamed Song, this drop of blood is the thing of our wooden door. Since you are the guest of our wooden door, you will surrender the blood of the fairy!" Yang Yucheng’s eyes also showed a hot color, excited Shouted at the ground.
After the eyes swept over Yang Haitian's face, Luo Yang's brows were slightly wrinkled. Although he noticed that there was something extraordinary in this elite stone, he did not expect it to be a fairy blood. Even if the fairy tales of the fairy blood have been scattered, it is still a good material for refining medicinal herbs. If Luo Yang is handed over in vain, it is not his character.
"Since Yang Elder, you also admit that this fairy blood is a genuine Xianbao, then the results of this gambling should also come out?" After the eyes flashed, Luo Yang said quietly.
After hearing the words of Luo Yang, everyone around the four sides looked at the look, which reminded me that the gambling was not over yet, and one by one looked at Yang Haitian.
"This gamble is the victory of Muchen, the Baishi event is also attended by the Muchen team leader, Song Keqing, you can surrender the fairy blood." Yang Haitian's brow wrinkled, slowly said.
Although Yang Haitian knows in his heart that the importance of this gambling on the development of the Yang family, he can still announce the outcome of the gambling without hesitation. In his view, as long as he got the blood of the fairy, he could take the opportunity to break through to the spiritual world. At that time, even if he faced the ancestor of the Mu family, he was not afraid of Yang Haitian.
For Yang Haitian's intention, Luo Yang's heart is naturally clear, but he does not want to tear his face at this moment, and he is suddenly sinking, and a laugh outside the square suddenly sounds.
"I didn't think that there was a fairy blood in this wooden door. It seems that the old man's eyes are promising!"
The old laughter echoed in the square, and when the sound fell, a rainbow came from the horizon, and instantly fell to the center of the square and turned into a veteran.
"Father! Baby sees father!"
Seeing the sudden appearance of this old man, the ugly Tuoba statue was a hope, and he looked excitedly at the old man.
After hearing the words of Tuo Jiejie, the surrounding audience immediately rang a whisper, and all the eyes were looking toward the old man.
"He is the father of Tuojiejie? The stone master Tuobao?"
"Tuo Yan Mo is a master of stone surgery, and his stone technique is even admired by the masters of the stone family."
"But there is a good show, his son lost in the hands of Song Keqing, I am afraid he will not stand by..."
Noisy arguments continue to sound, not only the people around the crowd, but even many elders are marching toward Tuoba, and the great elder Yang Haitian is no exception.
"Tuo Yu master, you have not been retreating to enlighten the stone technique, how come today to come to my wooden door?" Yang Haitian asked Tuojie Jie slightly, and smiled and asked.
"Although the old man has been retreating, he has been quietly thinking about it recently. He wanted to find a chance to break through. He didn't think that he had just met the vision of the blood of the fairy, so he came to the wooden door." Said, but his eyes looked at Luo Yang.
"Since there is a blood in the blood, the old man wants to use this blood to condense the sky, Yang Daoyou, I see this blood is still handed over to the old man."