The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

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

Bajiu Xuangong has no distinction of attributes, it seems to be a single method of body cultivation, but it is all-encompassing and contains the most important principles.

Whenever the Golden Crow rises, Yang Jian will face the rising sun and breathe out, borrowing a faint power of the Golden Crow to temper 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, and a golden glow quietly dissipated. He felt his body carefully, and clenched his fists again...

Strength, still no growth?

It seemed that he was stuck at the limit of 9,999 kilograms with one arm, and could not go any further.

After returning to the mountain for half a month, there was no breakthrough.

In fact, at this point, the first stage of the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu has already been completed, and he doesn't have to worry about his foundation being weak, and he can start the next stage of practice.

But Yang Jian still felt that he had not touched the limit of the first stage of the Bajiu Xuangong. This feeling of 'dissatisfaction' was lingering, which gradually made him feel a little annoyed.

After half a month of meditation, Yang Jian finally understood——

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

It is the obstruction set by heaven!

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

In the future, he can rely on this strength to walk the wilderness, the matter is of great importance!

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 realm...

Yang Jian sighed, if half a year later, he still fails to pass this hurdle, he will naturally start to practice the second level of Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu.

After breathing for a while, 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 huge boulder on his back, and continued to train his bones and muscles.

Even if his strength didn't increase for the time being, he still continued to practice silently.

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

What's more, he has only practiced Taoism for a few years?

ha!

Shouting like thunder, Yang Jian started punching and kicking in the open space of the valley, his movements were fierce, sometimes like a tiger descending the mountain, sometimes like a kunpeng spreading its wings.

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

This set of simple boxing techniques that I have summed up and refined has become more and more fierce.

It's a pity that this boxing method is too ordinary, and it doesn't increase his strength much. It can only increase his punching speed by a few points, so that he can find opportunities to strike when he moves and jumps.

Practicing profound methods and refining bones and tendons gave him strength, but 'Wu' allowed him to find a way to make full use of this strength.

After Yang Jian's set of boxing skills was well established, he couldn't help thinking of going to the city to steal his teacher.

If it is a more sophisticated martial art, it must be more ingenious in the use of power, so that my strength can exert greater power.

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

Ordinary people think that monks are superior, but in fact it's just a difference in understanding and use of power. Doesn't he, a powerful apprentice, secretly learn martial arts from ordinary people? Although it is an example, there is no representative example.

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

This Great Thousand World is about to die, and the aura of heaven and earth has dissipated, which is not conducive to practice, and those great monks are also rare.

Because of this, the rise of 'martial arts', everyone would practice martial arts if they wanted to become stronger.

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

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

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

And he also thought that Yang Jian, who was passed down in the myths and stories of later generations, used a three-pointed and two-edged spear. Every time he took a shot against the enemy, he did not use his supernatural powers to take the enemy's head.

In this way, Yang Jian must learn martial arts.

Especially now that he can't make any progress in his daily practice. If things go on like this, his confidence in cultivating the Tao will definitely be frustrated.

While insisting on practicing, diverting attention to learning martial arts can relieve some pressure.

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

He inquired about the place to practice martial arts, and learned that this big city is very remote, not too prosperous, there are no sects taking root, and the place where martial arts can be practiced is the military camp outside the city, which is the martial arts hall.

Yang Jian hesitated for a moment, but did not go directly to the martial arts gym. It's not that he can't let go of his friar's airs, he really doesn't like being ordered around and not free.

This stealing, but can not stop.

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

He leaned over the roof of the martial arts hall, accidentally bumped into the private meeting of the martial arts director's concubine and the middle-aged martial arts master brother, and saw several martial arts disciples bullying a cowardly boy.

He has been to the barracks outside the city, seen the huge blood energy rising up and condensing into clouds, and also secretly learned the murderous boxing techniques that the generals in the army practiced for their subordinates.

After learning almost all of these, after condensing a few moves and styles.

It only took him half a month to finish all of this.

Enlightenment is much more mysterious than learning martial arts. Yang Jian's qualifications are not low, and he is better at summarizing and drawing inferences from one instance. If the speed at which he practiced martial arts was known, there might be many so-called great sects who would send people to recruit this disciple...

Gradually, he couldn't be satisfied with these moves anymore, and started thinking of masters in the city.

Master, Yang Jian stroked his chin and thought about it for half the night, and finally managed to lock on a character.

That middle-aged Lord Hou.

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

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

Go back and ask?

Yang Jian didn't hesitate too much. After all, he saved the life of the Hou Ye last time, so he went directly to the meeting, and he should be received by the Hou Ye.

This time, he didn't climb over the wall, and stood upright at the main entrance of the Hou's Mansion. Looking up, he saw four large characters on the plaque in front of the house:

Shangdehou Mansion.

Yang Jian was about to step forward, but the guards guarded the gate looked a little suspicious, shouted loudly, and stopped him.

To be 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's mansion! Do 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 shouting general was immediately furious. Yang Jian's neither humble nor overbearing attitude, in his opinion, was contempt for the Houfu and them.

How courageous! Master Hou, did you meet him as soon as you said you would? There are both left and right, with three or five sticks, beat him away!

Yang Jian frowned slightly, he didn't want to fight these soldiers, he just wanted to leave this place and climb over the courtyard wall last time.

But there was an anxious shout from behind the crowd: Stop! Stop!

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

Offended, offended. Dare I ask, are you the young hero who saved Lord Hou?

Yang Jian sneered, how did he become a young hero? He is not that King Kong Barbie Nezha.

Yang Jian just said It was indeed me that day, and the gate of Hou's mansion exploded in an instant, and the excited soldiers and guards shouted the notification, which spread like a fuse, and directly shocked the Hou's mansion three times.

Not long after, Wang Hou trotted out to greet him in person, and the guests and generals in the Hou's mansion gathered together and surrounded Yang Jian enthusiastically.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jian was... a little embarrassed...

He came to this Lord Hou to 'ask for advice', so it was difficult to speak at this time.

Does he not want to be naughty?

Sighing in his heart, Yang Jian was confused, and was dragged into the Hou's mansion by the burly Lord Hou, to have a banquet in the palace that day.