Chapter 1: Emperor Blood Resurrection

Chapter One The Resurrection of Emperor Blood

Fenglei Town is backed by the Fenglei Mountains and is one of the four major towns in the Izumo Empire.

Father Yang Wudi, the head of the Yang family, came to Fenglei Town on this day fifty years ago. Since the day when the Yang family replaced another family in the top four families, the Yang family has designated July 15 as the family day.

The Yang family has been preparing for the family celebration day ten days ago, and the entire Yang family is joyous and peaceful, and up and down happy.

Unlike the festive atmosphere of the whole family, a side courtyard looks lifeless, shrouded in an atmosphere of sadness.

In the main room of the courtyard, there is a teenager lying on the bed, fifteen or six years old.

The boy's body was stiff, his face was pale, his eyes closed tightly, and he could barely notice his breath.

In the huge room, only a maid who was about the same age as a teenager guarded her.

With a sad face, the maid clutched the boy's hand and called affectionately: "Master, you must hold on, you can't just leave Xiaoyu just like that."

The boy's cold palm made the maid a little scared, she was afraid that Young Master Yang Teng would die like this.

Since the moment she was rescued by the young master three years ago, Yan Xiaoyu vowed that she would always serve the young master in this life, and she would spare her life for the young master Yang Teng.

Xiaoyu's voice call seemed to have moved God, and she suddenly felt the young master's finger move.

"Master! Master!" Yan Xiaoyu was not sure, her voice trembling.

At this moment, Yang Teng's cold body suddenly changed, and the temperature rose sharply. Yan Xiaoyu immediately felt the young master's palms become hot.

"Master, don't scare me, what's wrong with you!" Yan Xiaoyu was frightened, but for an instant, Young Master Yang Teng's body temperature was far higher than normal, and this will definitely cause serious damage to Young Master's body.

Yan Xiaoyu quickly found a towel dipped in water, hoping to wipe his body to help the young master lower his body temperature.

Just when Yan Xiaoyu looked for the towel and turned around, suddenly a subtle, almost invisible golden light fell from the sky and fell on Yang Teng through the roof. Yan Xiaoyu did not see the golden light.

"Huh!" Yang Teng, who had been lying down all day and night, suddenly sat up, opening his eyes in a daze.

"Master! You're awake!" Yan Xiaoyu wept with joy, without noticing that the towel in his hand fell to the ground.

"Where is this? Why am I here!" Yang Teng couldn't help but blurt out when he looked at the surroundings, the scene in the room was strange but familiar.

"Master, this is your home." A thought flashed through Yan Xiaoyu's mind, Master was so severely injured, his head wouldn't have been broken!

my home? Xiaoyu!

With a thud of his head, Yang Teng recalled everything instantly!

Isn't everything in front of me the scene of my childhood life! The girl in front of me is Yan Xiaoyu!

Why am I still here?

Yang Teng was puzzled. He was obviously besieged and killed by a group of men in black. At the last moment, he was shot through the heart by a strong masked man.

Am I dead? Why are you back in your teenage years?

There was confusion in his mind, and two different kinds of information came at the same time, making Yang Teng a headache.

There was a festive sound of firecrackers outside, pulling Yang Teng back from the chaos to reality, and casually asked: "What day is today and why is it so lively outside."

"Today is the 50th anniversary of the family's family celebration. Master, have you forgotten it?" Yan Xiaoyu stared at Yang Teng nervously, and Master must not be beaten to his head.

Yan Xiaoyu secretly swore at the same time that if the young master is beaten to a fool, she will definitely serve the young master forever.

"Fifty Years Family Celebration Day!" Yang Tengru was struck by lightning, completely sluggish.

Combining two completely different information in his mind, Yang Teng can be sure that he is reborn!

He is still Yang Teng, but he is no longer the awesome Yang Teng who stood on the top of the strong after a thousand years, but returned to the sixteen years old one thousand years ago!

The information in his mind shows that he now bet against Zhao Yitai, the young master of the Zhao family, at the Colosseum yesterday.

After losing, he fought with Zhao Yitai outside the Colosseum, and was severely injured by Zhao Yitai's bodyguard, Zhao Qiang. If it weren't for his bodyguard, Asan, who sacrificed his life for the savior, he would definitely die under Zhao Qiang's fist.

He died in a coma at the entrance of the Colosseum. It was Xi Shuimei, the wife of the Colosseum, who sent him back to Yang's mansion. She was in a coma from yesterday to just now.

"Hahaha! I am reborn and resurrected! No one wants me to die!" Yang Teng raised his head and laughed.

Yan Xiaoyu did not dare to approach Yang Teng. She didn't understand why the young master laughed so wildly after waking up, and said something she didn't understand at all, but Yan Xiaoyu saw a strong confidence in Yang Teng.

The young master at this moment is just like the moment when he rescued her three years ago, he exudes endless confidence, confidence that no one can resist!

This kind of self-confidence, Yan Xiaoyu has only seen Young Master for three days.

Just three days after Yang Teng rescued her, her heart was broken by a man in black. Since then, the peerless genius of the Yang family has disappeared. Instead, the cultivation base has been declining year by year, and now there is only one gathering of strength. Yang Teng.

Since then, Yang Teng has stopped cultivating, except for drinking and going to the Colosseum to fight the beasts.

Yan Xiaoyu thought that the young master would sink forever, but did not expect to see that kind of light on the young master today.

Yang Teng jumped up from the bed and moved his body immediately after landing, carefully comprehending the current state of his body.

Reluctantly shook his head, this body is too bad, gather all the strength of Heavenly cultivation base, the lowest cultivation base of Tianwu Continent, barely count as a monk.

Yang Teng, a mad **** who once stood on the top of the strong, at the level of the king in the refining period, and countless people admired, has now returned to the starting point of his cultivation, and no longer has the powerful cultivation base of overwhelming mountains and seas.

However, Yang Teng didn't feel lost. He fell from the top of the king. Without a strong cultivation base, he had more.

All the lessons learned in the last one thousand years are imprinted in the sea of ​​knowledge, and all kinds of exercises and tactics are well-known in the heart.

Yang Teng, who is now sixteen years old, is in his body a thousand years later. He has a thousand years of knowledge and experience, but he does not have a thousand years of cultivation.

Yang Teng smiled, and the corners of his mouth cocked slightly.

Have a thousand years of experience, know how the world will change in the next thousand years, and understand every major event.

At this moment, he is equivalent to owning this world for the next thousand years!

What is beneficial to him can be developed to the maximum.

What is harmful to him can be killed directly in the bud!

Since he was reborn, he would never stage the tragedy of being besieged and killed again.

At this moment, the future is in control!

Under impulse, Yang Teng even wanted to roar up to the sky.

"Master, someone is coming!" Yan Xiaoyu looked nervous, and there was a mess of footsteps outside, unlike the second master.

Yang Teng listened intently and discerned that several people opened the door and entered his small yard.

The body is still too bad now, the visitor did not hide his whereabouts, but he was only found out after Yan Xiaoyu's reminder.

Yang Teng shook his head helplessly. Although the heart vein was repaired, the cultivation base was still concentrated, and even Yan Xiaoyu was a lot higher than him.

Next, we must redouble our efforts and strive to improve the cultivation level as soon as possible.

Thousands of years of experience have allowed him to possess countless high-level exercises and combat skills, all of which are imprinted in his divine consciousness. Taking the time to choose the one that suits him best, Yang Teng believes that his cultivation will quickly improve.

There is no time to think about it right now. The visitor has already entered the small courtyard and came to the middle of the courtyard.

Before Yang Teng told Yan Xiaoyu to open the door to see who it was, he heard a yin and yang voice outside: "It's really quiet inside, the third child, isn't it dead?"

Yang Jun!

Yang Teng immediately recognized that the owner of this voice was Yang Jun, the son of his uncle Yang Ningchen, and his second brother in the family ranking.

Then a gloomy voice said, "Whether Yang Teng is dead or alive today, the family has to take back this courtyard. A waste is not qualified to occupy the courtyard that can only be owned by the core children of the family! Butler, you go in and see if Yang Teng is dead, take it back by the way courtyard!"

Yang Jing!

Yang Teng heard that the second person to speak was Yang Jing, the son of his third uncle Yang Ningbao!

Yang Jing and Yang Teng have never dealt with each other. Whether it is Yang Teng, the genius three years ago, or Yang Teng, the waste after his heart was broken, everyone in the Yang family knows this.

Yang Teng's eyes were cold, and his body suddenly exuded murderous intent.

Yesterday he was severely injured by Zhao Qiang. Life and death are unknown. Today, Yang Jing can't wait to take people back to this yard where only the core children of the family are eligible to live in. Yang Jing's heart is not vicious!

Since it's here, don't even think about going out!

Thinking of this, Yang Teng told Yan Xiaoyu, "Go open the door!"

Yan Xiaoyu hesitated and did not dare to open the door. Everyone in the Yang family knew that the second young master Yang Jing had long looked at the third young master Yang Teng and it was not pleasing to the eye. Today, the second young master came over aggressively.

The young master has just woke up from a serious injury, and must not let the young master be hurt again!

Seeing Yan Xiaoyu's hesitation, Yang Teng smiled, "Xiaoyu, don't worry, you can't hurt me with those rubbish."

Yan Xiaoyu didn't know where the young master's confidence came from, and a few people outside casually stood up and all had a higher cultivation base than her, and the young master's cultivation base was a lot lower than hers. What should I do?

Where did Yan Xiaoyu know that Yang Teng is so confident that he has this confidence!

This confidence comes from a big surprise after Yang Teng exercised his body.

While moving the body just now, I did a comprehensive inspection of the movement of the spiritual consciousness.

Yang Teng found a drop of golden liquid flowing slowly in his heart, and the golden light exuding enveloped the heart.

With this drop of golden liquid, Yang Teng didn't fear anyone at all, because it was a drop of emperor blood, the blood of the emperor's blood!

Suddenly, Yang Teng wanted to understand why he could be resurrected and reborn.

It is the magical power of this drop of emperor blood.

In that lifetime, Yang Teng got an adventure, got this drop of emperor's blood and melted it into his heart.

When the masked man’s long arrow shot through Yang Teng’s heart, the emperor’s blood burst out with great power, taking Yang Teng’s consciousness to cut time and space, and fell into the body of the sixteen-year-old Yang Teng. Teng damaged heart pulse.

No one knew the magic of this drop of emperor blood better than Yang Teng.

This drop of emperor blood can guarantee his immortality.

As long as the emperor's blood is not forcibly taken away by others, Yang Teng's life will not end, and the damage he suffered will be immediately restored.

With the Emperor Blood Guard, who else can stop him from rising again!