At the same time, a table of such meals was also placed in the exquisite and luxurious Ye Mansion.

The middle-aged man with a gentle and handsome face sat upright in the head seat, and below was a beautiful woman.

The woman was sitting down, Ye Jing, Ye Ying and Ye Xuan sat together, and there were maids who kept adding vegetables and wine next to her, and the whole atmosphere seemed a little restrained.

"Xuan'er." Ye Qing, who was in the top, took a sip of wine and asked lightly: "What's going on with Ye Jian?"

Ye Xuan was slightly stunned and frowned and said, "What is Father's referring to?"

"Of course it's Ye Jian's cultivation level. Why did he grow so fast?" Ye Qing chuckled.

"Who is Ye Jian?" Ye Jing asked hurriedly.

"I remember it seems to be the follower next to my little sister." Ye Ying put down her chopsticks and interrupted.

"Oh." Ye Jing suddenly showed a sudden enlightenment, "Is his cultivation very high?"

"It's just the seventh level of warrior." Ye Xuan replied softly.

"In more than two years, I have grown into the seventh level of warrior. I have a medium talent, so there is nothing strange." Ye Jing frowned and looked at his father.

"He was a low-level talent test at the beginning." Ye Qing said lightly, "but now he has been an exception to become an outer disciple of the Nanluo Sect."

"He became an outer disciple?" This time, not only Ye Jing was surprised, but even Ye Ying, who had a look of ancient well, looked slightly surprised.

"Who knows that he has worked very hard in the past two years. In more than two years, his cultivation level has been improved to the seventh level of warrior. It seems nothing strange." Ye Xuan frowned and said with some angrily.

"Okay, okay, the child finally came back once, don't mention these things. If you want to know, just call Ye Jian over tomorrow and ask him in person?" The beautiful woman next to him said hurriedly.

"Hehe." Ye Qing smiled embarrassedly and did not ask any more questions.

This is a small episode at the reunion table of Ye Xuan’s family.

After dinner, Ye Jian was called to the branch ancestral ancestral temple by Ye's father.

Because of his happiness, Ye's father drank a few more glasses of sake for dinner, and his face was still blushing now.

"Dad, it's so late, why are you taking me here?" Ye Jian didn't understand, so he thought Ye's father was drunk.

"Jian'er, you knelt down and kowtow three times in front of your ancestors." Ye's father looked slightly drunk and said with his eyes narrowed.

Ye Jian frowned. This is not the New Year and the Festival. Why did he give this gift to his ancestors' tablets? It seems that his father is really drunk.

But no matter how much I think about it, Ye Jian still knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times according to Ye’s father’s guidance.

"A hundred more!" Ye's father continued suddenly.

"Dad, you are so drunk. I'll help you back to your room." Ye Jian was about to stand up, but he didn't expect that his shoulder was directly pressed by Ye's father.

"Hurry, listen to my father, and I will knock it another hundred more."

Ye Jian had no choice but to do it.

Dongdongdongdongdong...

Ye Jian kept kowtowing in the ancestral temple.

After a meal, Ye Jian raised his head and his forehead was already red and swollen after he kowtowed for a hundred times.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Ye Jian said to Ye's father who was a little drunk behind him: "Dad, one hundred of them are already full. If you ask for the knocking again, I will just..."

However, before he finished speaking, a crack suddenly appeared on the ground, and the floor automatically retreated to the rear, and a small stone pit appeared in front of Ye Jian.

In the stone pit, a roll of ancient bamboo slips lay quietly in it, bound by red silk.

"This is..." Ye Jian put away his surprised expression, looked forward with his right hand, and directly took the bamboo slip into his hand.

The bamboo slips are cold and smooth, with a soft texture, and are definitely not made of ordinary bamboo.

Slowly unfolding the bamboo slips, golden light shone suddenly, and golden vibrant fonts as big as thumbs were printed on it.

"Thousands of Power of Dividing Waves"

The bamboo slips begin with the record.

The Thousand-Sharp Power of Dielang is a levelless martial art, a rare auxiliary martial art in the martial arts world.

The so-called auxiliary martial arts are actually an auxiliary secret technique. Generally, auxiliary secret techniques have some specific functions. Some can instantly explode their own internal energy, so that the internal energy can increase several times in a very short period of time, while some auxiliary secret techniques instantly increase the user's several small realms, so that the user can fight beyond the level.

Ye Jian's eyes quickly swept over "Thousands of Fightings of the Waves", and the bamboo slips were sprinkled with three thousand words, and detailed how to practice.

It turns out that "Dielang Qianzhong Jin" is a martial art that cleverly uses the internal energy in the body to stimulate the collision between the internal energy and produce strong dark energy. The user then controls this dark energy and is used to host people.

However, the bamboo slips in Ye Jian’s hand only record the first level of cultivation method.

According to the above introduction, the first level of "Dielang Thousand Heavy Power" is divided into four small realms: early stage, mid stage, late stage and peak stage. When the first level reaches the early stage, the warrior can instantly burst out twice the strength of himself. When practicing to the middle stage, he can burst out four times the combat power, and so on. In the later stage, he can burst out eight times the combat power. As for reaching the peak stage, the warrior will burst out sixteen times the combat power.

"Since there is the first level of exercise, I guess there will be the second level, the third level, or even the fourth level behind it." Ye Jian said with a slew.

The auxiliary power of the first level of martial arts is so strong. Ye Jian really doesn't think how powerful the subsequent martial arts will be. Perhaps the name of Zhenru martial arts can be increased by a thousand times after successful cultivation.

Although "Dielang Thousand Heavy Power" is extremely powerful, the difficulty lies in how to successfully practice.

This is a martial art that hurts oneself first and then others. Often, when a practitioner has not practiced successfully, his muscles and veins will be damaged by the hidden force generated during the practice. In the long run, the meridians in the practitioner's body will definitely be scrapped. Therefore, few people dare to take the risk of practicing this martial art. Over time, this martial art will be buried in the dust of time.

Ye Jian really couldn't imagine that he would collect such skills at home. It seemed that Ye's father, who was remembering, seemed to have a disorder in his body, causing his cultivation level to remain at the fifth level of the warrior.

"Yes, you guessed it right." Ye's father no longer had any drunkenness, but said to Ye Jian very seriously: "It was because I was desperate to practice this method in order to Zhenxin's family in my early years. It's a pity..."

Ye Jian understood that the Zhenxin family mentioned by Ye’s father refers to this branch of Zhenxin himself.

"You are now extremely qualified and far exceed all the geniuses in the history of the Ye family. I hope you can successfully comprehend and revitalize our lineage." When he said this, Ye's father's expression became a little excited.

"Dad, can the tendons and veins in your body be repaired?" Ye Jian, who was standing beside him, did not answer, but asked suddenly.

"It's impossible, unless there is a spiritual medicine for the world that is easy to break the muscles and marrow to improve its physique again." Ye's father sighed, "Just..."

"I wonder if this is OK?" Ye Jian grabbed the skeleton-shaped space ring with one hand, and a white light flashed. Three longan-eyes, the size of fiery red fruits that emitted fiery energy appeared in Ye Jian's hand.

"This... is... Blood Bodhi?!" As soon as he saw this, Ye's father's hands trembled obviously, and he looked at his son with disbelief.

"That's right, this is the blood Bodhi that can easily break the muscles and marrow." Ye Jian smiled faintly and directly put three blood Bodhis into Ye's father's hand.

“This is what I picked unexpectedly.”

"No, you should eat this precious spiritual fruit. After eating it, you should be able to make greater progress and go further in the future." Unexpectedly, Ye's father directly rejected the blood Bodhi brought by Ye Jian.

"Dad, don't worry. I picked more than twenty of them and had already eaten them. Besides, people with this kind of spiritual fruit can only eat three in their lifetime, and eating too much is just a waste." Ye Jian chuckled and directly put the three blood bodhis into Ye's father's hands.

"It's still not possible." Ye's father always felt that it was inappropriate, "Let's do this, I ask the alchemist to refine it into elixirs to strengthen the tendons and veins. Your practice of "Dielang Qianzhongjin" will greatly damage your tendons and veins. With these elixirs, you will surely achieve something."

"Don't worry." Ye Jian glanced at the bamboo slip in his hand, and then directly put it into the space ring. "I have a way to overcome the disadvantages of practicing this martial art." At this moment, Ye Jian's eyes were full of strong confidence.

"You...you really have a way?"

"Um."

After seeing Ye Jian nodding again, Ye's father finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, Dad believes in you. But this rare spiritual fruit was eaten like this, and the best effect was not achieved at all. I chose a day to invite Sun Alchemist in the city to refine it into pills, so that the medicinal power would be much more relaxed and easier to absorb."

"Dad, you can do it, but you must be careful of others." Ye Jian reminded that although he is more confident in the only second-level alchemist in Hei Shui City, Blood Bodhi will always arouse some people's jealousy, and alchemist is no exception.

"Okay, I know." Ye's father took a deep breath, nodded, and slapped his big hands directly on Ye Jian's shoulder, his eyes full of love.

The night is in the sky, the lights of thousands of families are bright, and the Black Water City is like a lurking giant beast, quietly dormant.

Ye Jian sat on the bed naked, revealing his masculine upper body.

I kept silently remembering the mental method of "Dielang Qianzhongjin" in my mind, and my body and mind slowly operate according to the mental method diagram of the first level of exercises.

The internal energy in the body is mobilized and the collision is reversed. The body is whistling, and a burst of rolling thunder sounds burst out.

Widths of white air mixed with blood rose from Ye Jian's whole body. Ye Jian's whole body was like a cooked shrimp, red and looked very scary. If someone was here, he would naturally know that this was a retrograde internal energy, causing damage to the tendons and veins in his body and the rise of blood in his body.

Ye Jianning frowned and gritted his teeth. "The Thousand Heavy Power of the Milky Waves" is much more difficult to practice than he imagined. However, for the sake of superman's strength, Wei Lu's future martial arts path was even smoother, and Ye Jian fought.

The tongue touches the upper palate, the body and mind droop, and the internal energy in the body is divided into two trenches, flowing in opposite directions, and suddenly there are invisible hidden force swelling, intending to swell Ye Jian's tendons and veins.

At this moment, a trace of coolness emerged in Ye Jian's atrium, but a trace of extremely small green air flow was seen along Ye Jian's whole body, nourishing and repairing the swollen and torn tendons and veins. In an instant, Ye Jian's whole body veins were completely intact, and their flexibility was enhanced compared to before.

"I guessed it." Ye Jian stopped practicing, and his bloody body instantly returned to normal.

"It's true." He breathed a lot of relief. Ye Jian had been gambling just now. He bet that Longyuan would repair his body by himself, and the bet was his own martial arts, but now it seems that he won.

"Longyuan!" An astonishing light burst out from Ye Jian's eyes, "As long as the dragon source continues to stop, my body will be strengthened."
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