At sunrise, the aura of heaven and earth is agitated and agitated, and the fire power between heaven and earth is abundant, which is most suitable for the practice of yang and fire attributes.

There is no distinction between the eight and nine Xuangong, it seems to be a single method of cultivating the body, but it is all-encompassing and contains the truth of the Great Dao.

Whenever the golden crow rises, Yang Jian will face the rising sun and use a faint power of the golden crow to refine his body.

After a while, the sky and the earth were bright, and the restlessness gradually turned into warmth.

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

Strength, or is it not growing?

It seemed that he was stuck at the limit of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine pounds in one arm and could not go any further.

Half a month back to the mountain, there is no breakthrough.

In fact, at this point, the first level of the Eight or Nine Xuangong has been fully consummated, and he doesn't have to worry about the foundation being not solid at all, and he can start the next level of cultivation.

But Yang Jian still felt that he had not touched the limit of the first weight of the Eight or Nine Xuangong, and this feeling of 'dissatisfaction' lingered, which made him gradually a little bored.

After meditating on and understanding for half a month, Yang Jian finally understood-

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

It's an obstacle set by the Heavenly Dao!

Yang Jian secretly made up his mind that he had to break this barrier, otherwise the next physical cultivation would most likely have greater restrictions on the growth of his strength.

In the future, he will rely on this strength to walk the wilderness, and the stakes are very high!

"Let's take half a year, if I can't break through for half a year, then it's useless for me to stay in this realm longer......"

Yang Jian sighed, if he still failed to cross this hurdle after half a year, he would naturally start to practice the second level of Eight or Nine Xuangong.

After a moment, he stood up, bathed in the sun, and began to practice boxing.

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

Even if his strength did not increase for the time being, he still continued to practice with his head bored.

It can't be said that Yang Jian is not smart, after all, he is practicing alone, without the guidance of his master, and he has no communication with his brothers and sisters who practice the same law.

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

"Hah!"

With a thunderous shout, Yang Jian began to swing his fists and kicks in the clearing of the valley, with fierce movements, sometimes like a tiger descending the mountain, sometimes like a Kunpeng spreading his wings.

A punch shattered the bluestone, Yang Jian realized it quietly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This set of simple boxing methods summarized and refined by himself is becoming more and more fierce.

It's a pity that this punch is too ordinary, and it doesn't have much of an increase in his strength, it can only increase the speed of his punches by a few points, so that he can find a chance to shoot when he jumps.

Practicing the mystical method and refining his bones and muscles gave him a lot of strength, but 'martial arts' allowed him to find a way to make full use of this strength.

After Yang Jian's boxing method was perfect, he couldn't help but move the idea of going to the city to steal the teacher.

"If it is a more sophisticated martial art, I think the use of power will be more skillful, so that my body strength can exert more power. ”

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

Mortals think that the monk is superior, but in fact, it is just a difference in the understanding and use of power, and he, a powerful apprentice, also secretly learns the martial arts of mortals, although it is an example, there is no representative case.

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

This vast world is about to die, and the aura of heaven and earth has dissipated, which is no longer conducive to cultivation, and those great monks are not very common.

Because of this, 'martial arts' have risen, and if mortals want to become stronger, they will go to practice martial arts.

There are more and more people practicing martial arts, and there are always some amazing geniuses who have created various genres.

This piece of heaven and earth where the Dao system does not exist, the martial arts have been developed for I don't know how many years, and for Yang Jian, this is actually a ready-made treasure trove.

Yang Jian had vaguely understood what the master meant by 'Great Creation'.

And he thought that Yang Jian, who was circulated in the myths and stories of later generations, used a three-pointed and two-edged gun, and every time he shot at the enemy, he did not use his magical powers to take the enemy's head, but was more like a general in the mortal world, wielding a spear and jumping up in hand-to-hand combat......

In this way, martial arts, he Yang Jian has to learn it.

Especially now that he can't make an inch of progress in his daily practice, if this goes on like this, it will inevitably frustrate his faith in cultivating the Tao.

While insisting on practicing, diverting your attention to learn martial arts can also relieve some pressure.

In the next half month, Yang Jian would walk out of the cave and the mountains every day to go to the mortal city.

He inquired about the place where he practiced martial arts, and learned that this big city was very remote, not too prosperous, there were no sects to take root, and there was no place where he could practice martial arts, except for the military camp outside the city, that is, the martial arts hall.

Yang Jian hesitated for a moment and did not directly enter the martial arts hall. It's not that he can't let go of the monk's shelf, but he really doesn't like to be called around and can't be free.

This stealing teacher can't be stopped.

Yang Jian returned to the mountains to practice at night, and pondered martial arts during the day.

He lay on the roof of the martial arts hall, accidentally bumped into the little wife of the martial arts hall director and the person who went to the middle-aged martial arts hall senior brother private meeting, and also saw several martial arts hall disciples bullying a cowardly teenager.

He has been to the military camp outside the city, seen the huge blood qi rising and condensing into clouds, and secretly learned the murderous boxing method practiced by the generals in the army for his subordinates.

After learning all of these things and condensing a few tricks.

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

Enlightenment is much more subtle than learning martial arts, Yang Jian's qualifications are not low, 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 that will send people to accept this disciple......

Gradually, he was no longer satisfied with these moves, and he started to think of a master in the city.

"Master," Yang Jian touched his chin and thought for half the night, and finally reluctantly locked on a character.

That middle-aged marquis.

On the day of the banquet, the strength of the Hou Ye was far inferior to that of the fox demon, but he dragged a fierce fox with his clever moves.

Although this Hou Ye was also seriously injured in the back, those moves were indeed many times better than the martial arts he was now mastering in Yang Jian's recollection.

"Go back and ask?"

Yang Jian didn't hesitate much, after all, he saved the life of the Hou Ye last time, and if he went to visit him directly, he should be received by the Hou Ye.

This time, he didn't climb over the wall, he stood at the main gate of the Hou Mansion openly, and looked up to see the four big characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing on the plaque in front of the house:

Shangdehou Mansion.

Yang Jian was about to step in, and the soldiers guarding the door looked a little suspicious, shouted loudly, and stopped him.

For the sake of prudence, 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!

Yang Jian was not angry, and said, "I have something to visit this marquis, please let me know." ”

The shouting general was directly furious, Yang Jian's attitude of not being humble or arrogant seemed to him to be contempt for the Hou Mansion and them.

"What a gut! Master Hou is the one you say you can see! There are left and right, and the cane scolds him three or five times, and I beat him away!"

Yang Jianjian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, he didn't want to make a move with these soldiers, he just wanted to leave this place and go to the courtyard wall last time.

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

The general who grabbed the cloth scroll rushed out, kicked the shouting guy away, and clenched his fists and bowed to Yang Jian.

"Offended, offended. Dare to ask you, but you are the young hero who saved Hou Ye that day?"

Yang Jian sneered, how could he become a young hero? He is not the King Kong Barbie little Nezha.

Yang Jian just said, "It was indeed me that day", and the gate of the Hou Mansion exploded instantly, and the excited guards shouted to report, like a fuse spreading out, directly blowing up the Hou Mansion three times.

Not long after, the prince trotted out to greet him personally, and the guests and generals in the Hou Mansion gathered together and surrounded Yang Jian enthusiastically.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jian suddenly ...... It's a little embarrassing......

He came to this Hou Ye to 'consult', but it was difficult to speak at this time.

Doesn't he want to be cheeky?

With a sigh in his heart, Yang Jian was confused, and was pulled into the Hou Mansion by the burly Hou Ye and went to the palace for a banquet that day.