In order to test the results of his practice, Ye Xiangyang looked at the large water tank in front of him. There was at least half a tank of water in the tank, which was estimated to weigh more than 200 kilograms.
He wanted to test the power of his own cultivation, and all fifty Xuanqi Pills were used up, which was equivalent to his family's income of more than 20 years, and was squandered overnight. It made his heart sway and his heart ached. He had never thought that practicing martial arts would cost him money, and he had never thought that he would lose money to such an extent. Only now did he understand why it was said that martial arts practitioners needed mountains of gold and silver.
After using so many resources, he had to test his cultivation level. He strode over, held the vat, exerted force with both arms, kicked his feet, clenched his teeth, and burst out all the strength in his body. His skin trembled like waves, and he secretly shouted in his heart: "Get up."
Ye Xiangyang slowly lifted the vat up and lifted it off the ground, until it was level with his hands.
The door of the hut opened, and Ye Wentian, who had just gotten up, was shocked to see his thin son lifting a heavy vat. His eyes were as round as eggs, and his jaw was almost unhooked, unable to recover. He gurgled in his throat: "Yangyang, what are you doing?"
With a plop, the urinal in his hand fell to the ground.
Ye Xiangyang was also startled by the noise. He put the vat down with a thud, and water splashed all over Ye Xiangyang's head and face.
Ye Wentian couldn't hide his shock: "Boy, are your injuries all healed?"
Ye Xiangyang nodded, feeling extremely excited.
The Martial God Heavenly Art is truly a heavenly-level martial art, and it has truly unexpected magical effects.
He understood that his strength was already equivalent to that of a second-star Xuanshi.
He had heard that for every one-star difference in Xuanshi, the difference in strength was 100 jin, which meant that a one-star Xuanshi had 100 jin of strength, and a two-star Xuanshi had 200 jin of strength...
Of course, the difference between Xuanists is not just about strength, but also about the development of meridians, physical training, physical fitness, the degree of martial arts training, and many other factors.
Generally speaking, a one-star difference is an insurmountable gap.
Ye Xiangyang's mind was full of questions. Other Xuanists had Xuan Qi flowing in their meridians, and he also had such great power, so why didn't he have Xuan Qi flowing in his meridians
If it is ineffective, then it is not surprising that he absorbed all the Xuanqi Pills overnight and his strength increased to 200 kilograms. Even I, who have a strong body, was shocked!
No matter how strange it is, it is a good thing for me. There will always be a day when the mystery will be solved. It is better for me to practice well in the family.
He arrived at the family martial arts training ground, where more than a thousand people were practicing martial arts.
People's backs were bare, muscles surging, strength surging. The entire spine was like a drawn bow, and the two arms were like sharp axes, dancing, splitting mountains and cracking rocks, with infinite power.
Nanxiong Fist, a style of boxing passed down by the first generation of Zhenhai Hou, is known for its bravery and strength.
Ye Xiangyang stood there, watching an old man practicing boxing in the field, an old bear pulling out a tree, a tiger descending from the mountain, a hawk slaying a rabbit... Waves of fierce energy burst out, dust and sand flew with his moves, and the fierce energy and heroic spirit shook the sand.
There are twelve moves in Nan Xiong Quan. People who practice martial arts will practice it once and then practice it again.
After watching it once, Ye Xiangyang memorized the moves firmly in his mind, feeling that every detail was correct. He was secretly surprised in his heart: Has his memory become so strong
He verified his memory with the movements the old man had practiced and found that there was no mistake at all.
Only then did he practice Southern Bear Fist with everyone in the Ye family.
After a set of punches, Ye Xiangyang did not lose any energy, and his face did not change color. Unlike before, when he used his strength, he would be out of breath and sweat all over. It was obvious that after the hair removal and marrow washing at night, his physical strength increased by more than double.
After the boxing match, everyone went to the cafeteria to eat.
Ye Xiangyang also followed everyone to the cafeteria to eat. The food was monster meat, which was suitable for Xuanshi. Ye Xiangyang knew that eating monster meat all year round was rich in nutrition and energy. Even if ordinary people took it for a long time, they would become strong and prolong their life.
After dinner, we returned to the martial arts training ground.
The fifth elder of the Ye family, the sixty-year-old man who presided over the test of children's talents yesterday, stood on the martial arts training ground with his head held high and his chest puffed out, with a high-spirited attitude.
All ninety children who passed the test came to the martial arts training ground, along with some disciples from the Ye family's inner courtyard. Ye Xiangyang looked at these people and found that four of the eight people who had beaten him yesterday were here.
Ye Xiangyang still remembered the tuft of hair that had kicked him hard at the last time, and his voice cursing at him could still be heard in his ears: "Humph, you bastard, as long as you don't submit to Brother Ye Xiangxiao, I will beat you every time I see you."
Ye Xiangyang clenched his fists until they made a crackling sound, and said in his heart, "You tuft of hair, just wait, I'm going to hit you first."
The fifth elder looked at everyone and said, "All descendants of the Ye family, today, there are newcomers and descendants who are no more than two stars of Xuanshi. What I am teaching you is the martial arts of our Ye family: Nanxiong Gong. It is a secret that our Ye family has never passed on to others. It is a high-level martial arts among the lower-grade yellow grades. No one is allowed to disclose it to outsiders. If you do, everyone in your family will be killed."
The fifth elder warned the children who were learning the martial arts not to be ignorant of the importance of the skills. The Nanxiong Kung Fu was the foundation of the Ye family. They had to understand the interests involved and not cross the line.
Nanxiong Gong is divided into six postures: inhalation posture, holding qi posture, accumulating qi posture, transforming qi posture, practicing qi posture and releasing qi posture.
The five elders gave a detailed introduction and then asked everyone to practice here.
Ye Xiang** followed the fifth elder's instruction and started from the inhalation posture, slowly absorbing the mysterious energy into his body.
The mysterious energy between heaven and earth is absorbed through his palms, soles of his feet, top of his head, and five senses, and enters the meridians of his arms.
Then it is stored in the meridians, this is the air-containing method...
The six postures of Nanxiong Gong: Inhalation posture, Containing Qi posture, Accumulating Qi posture, Transforming Qi posture, Training Qi posture and Exhaling Qi posture. It is a set of exercises that absorbs the mysterious energy, circulates it throughout the body and transforms it into the mysterious force within one's own veins.
The final energy-generating posture can be released suddenly to increase the warrior's strength.
Ye Xiangyang felt that the whole process was like a natural process. The Xuan Qi entered into his meridians and then turned into his own Xuanli, which was stored in his meridians. It was not as difficult as others said.
If other newcomers heard his thoughts, they would probably be so angry that they would vomit blood. These people sat there for the whole morning without feeling the slightest fluctuation of the mysterious energy.
At noon, the fifth elder asked the mystic in the inner courtyard to give some instructions to the new brothers, and then he turned around and left.
Ye Xianghui laughed loudly: "Ye Xiangyang, have you figured it out? If not, I, your brother, will guide you in your cultivation."
Although it was called guidance, even a fool could tell that Ye Xianghui wanted to deal with Ye Xiangyang.
Everyone looked at Ye Xianghui and knew that Ye Xianghui was Ye Xiangxiao's man. Ye Xiangxiao was punished, but as long as Ye Xiangxiao's father didn't fall, he would still be the most important person in the Ye family after a month.
Ye Xianghui did this to avenge Ye Xiangxiao and torture Ye Xiangyang.
Most of these one-star and two-star Xuanists are descendants of ordinary Xuanists in the family. Who in the family can't tell the importance of things? Faced with Ye Xianghui who has an extremely strong backing, who is willing to make decisions for an outsider without any background? Who is willing to be a war horse at this time
"Ye Xiangyang, why don't you just say that you've thought it through? A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him." Someone kindly advised.
"That's right. When you are under a low roof, you have to bow your head. If you take a step back, you will have a broader horizon."
“Hehehe, even if Ye Xiangyang says he’s figured it out, Ye Xianghui will probably give him a good beating. Don’t you see, he’s going to vent his anger on behalf of Ye Xiangxiao.”
"Yes, although Ye Xiangxiao was locked up, the conflict between him and Ye Xiangyang has deepened."
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People were talking in low voices, and no one helped Ye Xiangyang. They didn't dare to.
Ye Xiangyang looked at Ye Xianghui and smiled coldly: "Ah, you are just following others and wagging your tail. You still want to guide me. You are not worthy."