The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

　　 At sunrise, the spiritual energy of the heaven and the earth is turbulent, and the firepower between the heaven and the earth is abundant, which is most suitable for the practice of Yang and fire attributes.

　　 There are no attributes for the Eight or Nine Profound Techniques. It looks like a single method of body cultivation, but it is all-encompassing and contains great principles.

　　 Whenever the Golden Crow rises, Yang Jian will face the rising sun to spit out the sun, and he will use the weak force of the Golden Crow to temper his body.

　　 After a short while, the world was bright, and the restlessness gradually became warm.

　　 Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes, a golden glow quietly dissipated, he felt his body carefully, and clenched his fist again...

　　Strength, still there is no growth?

　　 It seems that he is stuck at the limit of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine kilograms with one arm and cannot go any further.

　　 Return to the mountain for half a month, without any breakthrough.

　　 Actually, at this point, the first level of the Eighty-Nine Profound Art has reached Great Perfection. He doesn't have to worry about the foundation being weak, he can start the next level of practice.

　　 But Yang Jian still felt that he hadn't touched the limit of the first tier of the Eight-Nine Profound Art. This feeling of ‘dissatisfaction’ was lingering, making him gradually a little bored.

　　 After another half a month, Yang Jian finally understood——

　　 The bottleneck he touched that hindered his strength growth is the limit set by this world!

　　 is an obstruction set by heaven!

　　 Yang Jian secretly made up his mind that he must break this barrier, otherwise the subsequent physical practice would most likely have a greater limit on the growth of vigor.

　　 He can rely on this strength to walk through the wild in the future, it's a big deal!

　　 "Let’s take half a year. If I can’t break through in half a year, then it’s useless for me to stay in this state..."

　　 Yang Jian sighed. If half a year later, he still fails to pass this hurdle, he will naturally begin to practice the second level of the Eight or Nine Profound Art.

　　 spit out for a moment, got up and stood, bathed in the sunlight, and began to practice boxing.

After practicing the boxing technique for two hours, Yang Jian jumped into the valley, walked with the boulder on his back, and continued to strengthen bones and strengthen muscles.

　　 Even if his vigor does not increase for the time being, he still keeps on practicing.

　　 It can’t be said that Yang Jian is not clever. After all, he is practicing alone, without the guidance of the master, and no communication with the brothers who practiced the same method.

　　 What's more, he has been cultivating for a few years?

"what!"

　　 Yelling like thunder, Yang Jian started punching and kicking in the valley clearing, acting fiercely, sometimes like the tiger descending the mountain, sometimes like the Kunpeng spreading its wings.

　　 A fist broke the bluestone, Yang Jian realized it quietly, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

　　 This set of simple boxing techniques that I summarized and refined is getting stronger and stronger.

　　 It's a pity that this punching technique is too ordinary, and it doesn't increase his strength much. It can only increase the speed of his punching by a few points, allowing him to find a chance to shoot when he moves and jumps.

　　 Practicing profound methods and strengthening bones and muscles gave him a lot of strength, but'wu' allowed him to find a way to make full use of this strength.

　　 After Yang Jian's **** style was so good, he couldn't help but moved to steal the teacher from the city.

　　 "If it is a smarter martial arts, it must be a more clever use of power, so that my strength can be used to exert greater power."

　　 There was some yearning in his eyes, and then he shook his head and chuckled.

　　 The mortal thinks that the monk is aloof, but in fact it is just a difference in the understanding and use of power. Doesn't his powerful apprentice also secretly learn the martial arts of mortals, although it is an example, there is no representative one.

　　 Living beings exist between the heaven and the earth, and suffer from the tribulations of the heaven and the earth; if you want to survive, you must not only understand the heaven and the earth, but also fight against it.

　　 This vast world is about to die, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has dissipated, and it is no longer conducive to cultivation, and those great monks are rare.

　　Because of this, the rise of ‘Budo’, mortals would go to martial arts if they want to become stronger.

　　 There are more and more people practicing martial arts, and there are always some amazing geniuses who have created various genres. Over time, a hundred flowers will naturally bloom.

　　 In this world where the Taoism does not exist, martial arts has been developed for many years. For Yang Jian, this is actually a ready-made treasure house.

　　Yang Jian vaguely understood what the master said about "great good fortune".

And he thought that Yang Jian, who was circulated in the myths and stories of later generations, used a three-pointed two-bladed spear, and every time he made a shot against the enemy, instead of using his magical powers to win the enemy's head, he was more like a general in the world, swinging. Pounced up with a spear to fight melee...

　　 In this way, Wu Yi, Yang Jian, he has to learn.

　　Especially now that he can't make progress in daily practice, if this happens, it will inevitably defeat his confidence in the practice.

　　 While adhering to spiritual practice, diverting attention to learn martial arts can also relieve some pressure.

　　 For the next half month, Yang Jian will walk out of the cave house, out of the mountain, and go to that mortal city every day.

　　 He inquired about the place where he practiced martial arts, and learned that this big city is very remote, not too prosperous, and there are no martial arts roots, except for the military camp outside the city, which is the martial arts hall.

　　 Yang Jian hesitated for a moment, and did not directly worship the martial arts hall. It wasn't that he couldn't let go of the monk's airs, but he really didn't like being called around and drinking, and he was not free.

　　 This stealing the teacher, but can't stop.

　　 Yang Jian went back to the mountain to practice in the evening, and studied martial arts during the day.

　　 He lay on the roof of the martial arts hall, accidentally bumped into the martial arts curator's little wife and that person to the middle-aged martial arts master brothers and sisters, and saw a few martial arts disciples bullying a weak boy.

　　 He has been to a military camp outside the city, has seen the huge blood rising up and condensed into a cloud, and has also secretly learned the killing fist practiced by the generals.

　　 After all these are almost learned, after condensing a few tricks and styles.

　　 After doing this, it only took him half a month of work.

　　 Enlightenment is much more mysterious than learning martial arts. Yang Jian is not low in aptitude, and he is better at summarizing and drawing inferences. If the speed of his martial arts practice is known, there may be many so-called big sects who will send people to accept this disciple...

　　 Gradually, he was already dissatisfied with these moves, and he got the idea of ​​a master in the city.

　　 "Master," Yang Jian stroked his chin and thought about it in the middle of the night, and finally narrowly locked a character.

　　 That middle-aged master.

　　 On the day of the banquet, Lord Hou was far less powerful than the fox demon, but with his skillful moves, he dragged a fierce fox.

　　Although the Hou Ye was also seriously injured in the back, Yang Jian recalled those moves that were indeed many times better than the martial arts he currently mastered.

　　 "Go back and ask?"

　　 Yang Jian did not hesitate, after all, he saved the life of Na Hou Ye last time, so he went directly to the meeting, and he should be received by Na Hou Ye.

　　 This time, he didn't overturn the wall, and stood at the main entrance of the Hou Mansion. He looked up and found the four characters on the plaque in front of the house:

　　 Shangde Hou Mansion.

　　 Yang Jian stepped forward, the guards of the team guarding the goal looked a little surprised, shouting, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com stopped him.

　　 Being cautious, a general secretly took out a roll of cloth and quietly compared the portrait on the cloth with Yang Jian's appearance.

　　 "Who dares to break into the Hou Mansion! Don't you want to die!"

　　 Yang Jian didn't get angry, and said: "I have something to call on this Lord Hou, please let me know."

　　 The screaming general was furious, and Yang Jian's attitude of neither humble nor arrogant seemed to him to be contemptuous of the Hou Mansion and them.

　　 "So courageous! Did you see Lord Hou as soon as you say you see it! There are both sides, stick to three or five sticks, and knock me away!"

　　 Yang Jian's sword frowned slightly. He didn't want to do anything with these soldiers, he wanted to leave this place and turn over to the courtyard wall last time.

　　 heard an anxious shout from behind the crowd: "Stop! Stop!"

　　 The general holding the cloth scroll rushed out, kicked the yelling guy flying, and fisted and leaned against Yang Jian.

　　 "Offend, offend. Dare to ask you, but the young hero who saved Lord Hou that day?"

　　 Yang Jianchi smiled, how could he become a young hero? He is not that King Kong Barbie Nezha.

　　 Yang Jian just said, "It was indeed me that day." The door of the Hou Mansion exploded in an instant, and the excited soldier shouted and announced, as if a fuse spread, directly shook the Hou Mansion three times.

　　 Not long after, the prince trot out to greet him personally. The doormen and generals in the mansion gathered together and surrounded Yang Jian enthusiastically.

　　 Seeing this scene, Yang Jian suddenly...a bit embarrassed...

　　 But he came to this Hou Ye to'ask for advice', and it was hard to speak at this time.

　　 Does he not want skinny?

　　 sighed in his heart, Yang Jian was confused, and was dragged into the mansion by the burly Lord Hou, and went to the hall for a banquet that day.