Daxuan Dynasty, Yanbeicheng.

At the martial arts training ground in the center of the Yang family, thirty-six boys and girls gathered here, not afraid of the scorching summer sun, all looking forward to it.

Because today is the day once a month when masters from the Yang family teach martial arts.

But among this enthusiastic crowd, there was one person who seemed to have lost his soul and seemed out of place.

"Aren't I typing at home? Where is this place?"

Yang Xuanzhen looked around blankly, surrounded by a group of ancient buildings and a group of teenagers wearing ancient clothes and long hair.

This made his mind full of questions.

He remembered that he had just finished typing the latest chapter of the Pujie novel. After checking it ten times and finding that there were no typos, he was about to click publish when he suddenly fell into a trance and then lost consciousness.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already in this strange place.

"Look, the person who teaches us martial arts this time is actually Uncle Honglie."

"Uncle Honglie is very powerful. If I can get his true inheritance, I will hopefully join the Taiyi Sect in the future."

While Yang Xuanzhen was deep in thought, bursts of exclamations suddenly erupted from the crowd.

Looking along the line of sight of everyone, a middle-aged man with narrow eyes and a pale face was walking towards him from a distance.

"It's amazing."

Yang Xuanzhen's pupils shrank suddenly. Every time this person took a step, he was able to cross a distance of ten feet. In just a few breaths, he arrived in front of everyone.

Yang Honglie stood still, looked around, and said in a deep voice: "Quiet!"

Suddenly, everyone fell silent, waiting for his lecture.

Yang Honglie nodded slightly and said straight to the point: "Martial arts practice is divided into ten levels, the first level is health maintenance, the second level is strength training, the third level is moves, the fourth level is hardness and softness, the fifth level is divine power, the sixth level is breath, the seventh level is internal strength, the eighth level is bravery, and the ninth level is communication

Spirit, ten levels of divine transformation."

This sentence, like a flood discharge gate, caused a large amount of information to pour out of Yang Xuanzhen's mind.

"Ten layers of flesh, the Xuanhuang world, the Daxuan dynasty, ninety-nine mansions, thirty-six thousand cities, that's it, I have traveled through it, this is the world of eternal life."

As a street writer, he knows very well about this bloody plot of time travel and rebirth.

It’s just that he doesn’t understand that he stayed at home and didn’t get struck by lightning, hit by a car, or get into trouble.

Even, I don’t even have a girlfriend.

Why did you suddenly travel through time?

Yang Xuanzhen was puzzled.

Moreover, what we are traveling through is this extremely cruel world of immortality.

It should be noted that in this world, killing people, seizing treasures, slaughtering cities and destroying countries are happening all the time.

Those mighty ones would kill hundreds of millions of creatures at every turn, and destroy the stars in the aftermath of the battle.

If you make the slightest mistake, you will die without a burial place. It makes no sense at all.

The weak are like grass and can only be slaughtered by others.

Whether you can survive successfully or not depends entirely on luck.

At this time, Yang Honglie continued to speak: "Every time you advance to the secret realm of the physical body, there will be a huge improvement, such as the ninth level and the eighteenth level in the official ranks. This is the saying that the first level of the official level crushes people to death."

"If you cultivate your physical body to the fifth level, the realm of divine power, you will be able to have the power of a horse. You can tear apart tigers and leopards, open monuments and crack stones easily."

"The condition for recruiting ordinary soldiers in our Daxuan Dynasty is to reach this level, and they must not be over twenty-five years old."

Yang Honglie kept talking, which made Yang Xuanzhen secretly frightened.

I know from my memory that the power of this horse is not an ordinary horse, but a black and yellow fierce horse unique to the Daxuan Dynasty.

This horse has the blood of a dragon and can travel thousands of miles a day. If heavy cavalry attacks, ordinary city walls will be broken down.

In the backyard of the Yang family, there are several black and yellow horses, one foot tall, with golden manes, and three points more powerful than elephants.

Only masters with the strength of one horse can meet the conditions for recruiting ordinary soldiers. This is evident from the strong national power of the Daxuan Dynasty.

"If you can cultivate your physical body to the eighth level of bravery before the age of twenty, you can sign up for the Taiyi Sect assessment and have the opportunity to become an outer disciple and truly reach the sky in one step."

"Our ancestors of the Yang family once worshiped the Taiyi Sect, and even became inner disciples. This is the eternal glory of our Yang family!"

When Yang Honglie mentioned the three words Taiyimen, his expression was filled with endless yearning.

And all the young people from the Yang family were so excited that they were trembling all over.

Throughout the ages, those who have worshiped the Taiyi Sect have become famous and are truly influential figures.

Because Taiyi Sect is the supreme overlord of the Xuanhuang World, controlling the endless territory.

"What I want to teach you today is the supreme body-training skill that our ancestors of the Yang family obtained from the Taiyi Sect, the Dragon and Tiger True Form Kung Fu."

While speaking, Yang Honglie took a step forward and appeared in front of a huge rock dozens of feet away.

I saw his right arm raised high, like an iron rod flying across the sky, slamming down on the boulder in front of him.

Crackling.

The air exploded, like thunder.

Yang Xuanzhen felt as if this blow had moved a mountain, creating a strong sense of oppression.

The moment the two came into contact, the boulder made a "click" sound, and tiny cracks appeared, spreading rapidly like a spider web.

In the blink of an eye, it fell apart.

"Hiss."

The Yang family's children all changed their expressions.

"The clouds follow the dragon, the wind follows the tiger."

Before anyone could react, Yang Honglie's spine suddenly arched, like a long dragon raising its head.

The next moment, the whole person was ejected and slammed into the big tree on the edge of the martial arts training ground.

Bang!

This tree, which was as thick as an adult man's waist, could not withstand Yang Honglie's brutal impact and exploded, sending debris all over the sky.

"Damn it, it's his mother's fault!"

Seeing this scene, Yang Xuanzhen was shocked again and again.

Is this still a human being?

It's simply a humanoid tank.

Who can stop it?

"Dragon and tiger strength, the most important thing is to be strong and fierce, but also to be determined and to move forward indomitably. Only by achieving these two points can you truly be successful."

Yang Honglie flicked the dust off his clothes and stood proudly in front of everyone.

Suddenly, he pointed at Yang Xuanzhen, expressionless: "You, get out of the queue."

"What...me?"

Yang Xuanzhen immediately turned around and looked around, finally confirming that this person was referring to him.

This made him confused about the situation.

Looking at his demeanor, there is a hint of contempt, and it is obvious that he has bad intentions.

Among the Yang family members, a few looked gloating, while the rest looked like it had nothing to do with them.

This isn't right.

While Yang Xuanzhen was alert, he quickly searched his mind for all the memories about Yang Honglie.

Soon, a secondary picture appeared.

Yang Honglie, ranked fifth among the Yang family's uncles, has a perverse personality and a narrow mind.

Especially the original person's dead father, who was at odds with this person during his lifetime and often argued with him.

Therefore, Yang Honglie often looks for opportunities to take advantage of the situation and do various things to make things difficult for him.

Even once, Yang Honglie sent a servant to beat and humiliate the original person, forcing him to kneel down and kowtow.

Fortunately, the seventh uncle Yang Zhen arrived in time and stopped all this.
Chapter completed!