Three days later, on the top floor of the Imperial Clubhouse, in an extremely private room.

At Tang Yi's feet, there was an extremely complex spirit gathering magic array, which was full of pieces of jade, and under the operation of the magic circle, countless spiritual qi was extracted from the jade and filled the entire room.

The aura was so abundant that even the air began to become a little milky white, and the whole room seemed to be covered with a thin white cloth.

As Tang Yi's chest rose and fell, between one exhale and one inhalation, a large amount of spiritual energy would be inhaled into his abdomen by Tang Yi through his mouth and nose.

At this moment, Tang Yi is going all out to impact the innate realm.

Three days ago, when Tang Yi showed his strength and deterred Xie Tianhao, he actually successfully felt a sense of precedent.

You must know that this kind of breakthrough opportunity has always been unavoidable, especially the opportunity to break through from one realm to another big realm, which is fleeting and must be grasped in time, so Tang Yi did not dare to delay at all, and directly ordered Xie Tianhao to arrange a private room for himself to break through.

If you want to break through to the innate realm, you must first condense the innate qi.

In order to ensure foolproof and one-time success, Tang Yi took out all the jade, and even spent his hands and feet to arrange a high-level spirit gathering array.

You must know that in the previous life, it took Tang Yi a full year from perceiving the sense of the first weather to condensing the first innate qi, and even so, this speed in the entire cultivation world was enough to shock the world.

However, with the experience of the previous life, Tang Yi was even more handy this time, like sailing a boat along the river, sitting for three days, and after all the aura around him was absorbed, Tang Yi suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

When Tang Yi got up again, although he still looked like a previous college student, the aura exuded from his body was already very different, and when Xie Tianhao saw Tang Yi again, he felt like a different person.

"Did you break through?" asked Xie Tianhao respectfully.

Seeing Xie Tianhao's humble appearance, Ah Hu on the side was extremely surprised, he didn't know that Xie Tianhao was already loyal to Tang Yi.

For Xie Tianhao's question, Tang Yi did not answer, but walked to a long red sandalwood table on the side.

Rosewood has always been precious and rare, but this red sandalwood long table is full of materials, the length reaches an astonishing more than three meters, and the width is close to one meter, although there is no complicated carving, but just look at the quaint shape, as well as the heavy pulp, at a glance, you know that at least it is also an antique in the Ming and Qing dynasties, and the price must be extremely expensive.

Looking at this red sandalwood long table, Tang Yi had some regret in his eyes, but it was a flash.

I saw Tang Yi stretching out his hand and sticking it on the table, and I didn't see any movement from him, as if he put his hand on the table very casually.

Xie Tianhao and Ah Hu didn't react yet, and then they only heard a loud noise, and the long red sandalwood table suddenly collapsed, as if someone was holding a sledgehammer and suddenly critting it hard, shattering into pieces of wood slag.

"Master of internal strength!" Ah Hu exclaimed.

Although Xie Tianhao had already seen Tang Yi's more amazing methods, he also felt incredible when he heard Ah Hu's exclamation.

You must know that the so-called master of internal strength is simply a dragon that does not see the end of the dragon, and only exists in legends, as for how powerful it is, anyway, people of the level of Xie Tianhao and Ah Hu still haven't had the opportunity to see it.

However, just looking at Gong Benlang, he is just a mere dark master, if he hadn't met Tang Yi, he would have almost swept the entire Shanghai boxing world, in contrast, he knew how powerful the master of internal strength was.

At this moment, Xie Tianhao felt that he was very wise, and he surrendered to Tang Yi early, just by virtue of the name of the master of internal strength, I am afraid it is really enough to run rampant!

"That's right! I've already asked people to investigate the identity of that Miyamotoro!" Xie Tianhao said.

"Miyamoto Lang, twenty years old, was born in the Miyamoto family, a martial arts family in the island country, and his ancestor is Miyamoto Musashi, a famous martial arts master in the island country!"

"Although Miyamoto Lang was born in a martial arts family, he has been suppressed because of his low status in the family, so when he became an adult, he left the family and wandered around, threatening to be like his ancestor Miyamoto Musashi and win the peak of martial arts!"

"Miyamoto Musashi?martial arts family?" After listening to Xie Tianhao's introduction, Tang Yi smiled slightly: "It's a little interesting!"

Obviously, for Tang Yi, who once stood at the peak of the cultivation world, a so-called martial arts family on the earth could not enter his magic eye at all.

And the Miyamoto family at this moment is a different scene.

Island country, Tokyo, Miyamoto family.

"Yaga!"

The head of the Miyamoto family, Masao Miyamoto, is an old man in his eighties, although he is already old, he is still hot-tempered, and he knocks a middle-aged man to the ground with a slap.

"The good son you raised has simply lost the face of our Miyamoto family, and even lost it to Huaxia!" Miyamoto Masao glared angrily at the middle-aged man kneeling in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Father-in-law, I apologize to you on behalf of Jiro!"

"Hmph!" Miyamoto Masao snorted coldly, and his tone softened a little: "How's Jiro's situation?"

"The doctor said that Jiro is completely wasted, although he saved his life, but the joints of his limbs have been completely shattered, and he can only lie in bed in bed for the rest of his life, and be a wasted person!" The middle-aged man was like an outsider, and his son became a waste, and he didn't have the slightest sympathy and regret.

"It seems that the other party is an absolute master, I told you a long time ago, Huaxia has a profound heritage, and for more than 5,000 years, it is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, and you must not provoke it!"

"Father's words, we will naturally take them to heart!"

"Hmph! I know it's perfunctory, forget it, I'm tired too, you can go out!" Miyamoto Masao waved his hand.

"Father, rest early!"

The middle-aged man obediently exited the room, and after closing the door, the whole person immediately changed, without the previous deference, but looked domineering and arrogant.

"What did that old thing say to your father?" a young man who looked very similar to Miyamoto appeared in front of him.

"Hmph, what else can it be, it's just the same old fashion!" the middle-aged man said disdainfully.

"Jiro, that waste, I'm afraid he's completely a waste now!" The young man looked even more arrogant: "Hehe! My younger brother is really worthy of being a waste, and he actually lost to the Huaxia people!"

"Hmph, since you have become a wasted person, there is no need to keep and waste rice, you go and send your brother on the road!" The middle-aged man said very easily: "In a few days, don't you also have to go to Huaxia, and then find out that Huaxia man by the way and help your brother take revenge!"