Chapter 478: Son is older than Lao Tzu

The reason why Yang Yi blurted out was completely instinctive.
His mother has a necklace magical device. It only needs to input a small amount of mana, internal power, and energy to project the whole body image of the proud sheep.
Although the person standing in the middle of the arch bridge is five or six years older than the sixteen or seventeen-year-old in the image, the other places, even the style and color of the clothes are exactly the same.
"Yang Yi...Yi'er, this..."
Don't talk about him, even the proud Yangyang himself is very stupid. Shouldn't his son be that little baby?
Why suddenly became a middle-aged man with a square face.
He is not mentally prepared at all!
"Why are you such a dish? How old are you before the advanced Qi refining period?"
Proud Yangyang said in disgust, and flew to Yang Yi's side. His spiritual sense had already determined that it was his blood, and the joy on his face could no longer be restrained.
"Thirty-four-year-old advanced Qi refiner... wait, dad, don't move!"
Yang Yi first answered in shame, and then shouted again and again, making the proud Yangyang pause in doubt.
"Dad, let's verify again, can you show me a ray of your mana and let me complete the final test."
His face is very solemn, even with some murderous intent.
These experiences were obtained at the expense of an unknown number of talents. For himself and the brothers around him, every step must be strictly implemented.
"Give you."
The proud Yangyang frustrated, handing out his own red mana in the air.
Yang Yi had a serious face. He took this ray of mana and checked it carefully for a long time, and then handed it to the person next to him. After this person checked it, he handed it to the next person.
After a series of joint tests by five cultivators during the Qi Refining Period, four agreed, one abstained and passed.
"father!"
Yang Yi let out a cheer, rushed towards the proud sheep and ran into his arms.
Everyone around could not restrain the ecstasy. This dark day, the days of hiding in Tibet will end, and their Blood Sea Guild will once again dominate the land.
Proud Yangyang was uncomfortable facing a middle-aged man who plunged into his arms and could only hold it in embarrassment.
In the extremely sensitive spirit perception, there is not only a strong sense of blood intimacy, but also the inevitable sense of alienation from facing a stranger.
He is still a one-hundred-year-old baby who has no experience in dealing with such things.
Maybe my sister can talk to him, she talks to anyone, and it's easy to arouse the favor of strangers.
However, after more than a hundred years of practice and war career, he still controlled the complex emotions in his heart, playing the image of a model father very well, and did not make the little guy in front of him sad.
After a long time, after Yang Yi's strong emotions caused by seeing his mother's nagging father calmed down, proud Yangyang asked softly: "Your mother, Yun'er, are you still alive?"
When he first met Cheng Yunxin, the daughter of the Qingmu County family, she was 16 years old.
Now that eighty-four years have passed, that is one hundred years old, and if he fails to advance to the Condensed Realm, he will most likely be dead.
Promoting to the Condensed Realm is a great test for new players, and it is even more difficult for the Cangqing natives.
One in 100,000 and one in a million are possible data.
After the withdrawal of the Blood Sea Guild, the training resources and guidance they can get will be greatly reduced.
Looking at Yang Yi in front of him, he knew that although he barely cultivated the mana of the earth-level exercises, his mana was vain and the structure was unstable. At a glance, he could see that there were at least five omissions in the previous cultivation process.
"Yes, yes, mom, dad, let's go see mom."
Yang Yi's words relaxed the clutching heart of the proud Yangyang. He wiped his tears and snot and said: "Dad, Mom is seriously ill, look at her."
"go!"
As soon as Yang Yi finished speaking, his collar tightened and he turned into a red light flying towards the depths of the tunnel.
The earth and rocks along the way, their pre-arranged formation patterns are cut open like tofu blocks, with no blocking effect at all.
"Dad..."
Yang Yi couldn't help but looked astonished, and suddenly knew that the cautious arrangement by himself and the others was completely a display in front of the proud sheep, and it could not play any role at all.
The golden core is definitely not much different from the early golden core monks!
Is this the powerful combat effectiveness of the first generation of members of the Blood Sea Guild? Not only are they highly talented in cultivation, they have reached the peak of the Condensed Realm in only 80 years, and the golden core is in sight.
He can even kill the enemy across a large realm, and is proficient in formations and magical weapons.
Under the guidance of Yang Yidi, the red light met the mountains and the mountains, and the rocks broke the rocks. It didn't take long for him to stop in front of a room with many beautiful memories inside a courtyard with an extremely familiar appearance and layout.
Proud Yangyang became a little frightened and did not enter immediately.
Squeak~
The door opened gently, and the footsteps were very gentle.
"Ahem... Ahem, is it Yier?"
Coughing, the old and feeble voice on the plain white bed sounded: "How are things going, is there any news from your father?"
Proud Yangyang watched countlessly at the old rickety old woman in front of him, his eyes were sour, and a drop of tears shed uncontrollably.
Eighty-four years ago, those sweet scenes one by one appeared in his eyes, the innocent girl, the girl who was easily amused by herself.
But now, she is still the same as before, but she is about to leave this world. What kind of pain and sorrow is this?
"Yun'er, I'm back."
The voice was extremely gentle, for fear of frightening her.
The rickety old woman shook all over, and slowly turned around. What she saw was a figure that had been haunted by her dreams and still remembered when she was dying.
"Brother Yangyang, I have hallucinations again."
The old woman was overjoyed for a while, touched his face with trembling hands as thin as chicken feet, and suddenly stopped when she was about to meet, fearing that she would destroy this clear vision that finally appeared.
"Not an illusion, I'm back."
She Yi Yang Yang's tears flowed down, and she held her dry hands against her cheeks, feeling extremely cold to the touch.
Why did he come back so late, why the time they were together was so short, and they had to experience another parting just after seeing them.
The old woman's body stiffened, and she was in ecstasy for an instant, with a very bright look in her eyes.
Suddenly he became a little flustered, covering his face at a loss: "Brother Yangyang, don't look at me now, don't look."
She is already a dead bone in the tomb, but the young man in front of her is still the same as before. In the future, she can become the master of the sect. She doesn't want her present appearance to cover the sweet memory in his heart.
"Little Yun, don't move."
Proud Yangyang just hugged her like her own, tears falling into her gray hair, and gently patted her on the back, just like when she was newly married.
The old woman's dry and tense body relaxed.