"This is grandpa's seal."
Yang Qingxuan sighed. His expression was a little lonely. He thought to himself, "Grandpa is so muddle-headed. We depended on each other for fifteen years. This little broken house is our home. Now that he's gone, I'll be all alone again, all alone in the world. "
He stood outside the door for a long time. He read the letter a few times and thought, "Grandpa didn't let me go find him because I am not strong enough. He is afraid of danger. So he must have gone to a dangerous place! "
Yang Qingxuan was shocked, "No, I must go find him! But with my current strength, I'm afraid I'll only be a burden. I don't know what Grandpa's' Heaven-rank power 'is. I'll do as he said and cultivate my body to the level of a Yellow Turban Strongman. I'll condense my own Martial Spirit first. "
Yang Qingxuan was after all a man who once stood at the peak of the earth. When he did things, he thought carefully and was not easily impulsive.
He picked up the yellowed "Six Yang Palms" book and carefully flipped through it, "Six Yang Palms, Primary Profound Level Martial Skill. Extreme Yang and extreme strength, infinite power …"
Time passed quickly. Yang Qingxuan stood there motionless. His eyebrows were tightly knitted. When the light dimmed, it was already dusk.
But with his eyesight, he could see things in the night. It did not affect his reading.
Yang Qingxuan was completely immersed in the "Six Yang Palms". He stood there like a statue. Until the next morning, when a ray of morning light shone on his body, he slowly closed the book.
"This martial skill is not too mysterious, but it is simple and direct. It is fierce and overbearing. It can maximize the strength of the body. Compared to the Dragon Subduing Palm, it is less flashy, but its power is doubled. "
When Yang Qingxuan was on earth, he had a deep understanding of many martial arts. This was the first time he studied the martial arts of this world. He quickly discovered the great difference between the two.
On earth, the rules of heaven and earth limited people to the tenth level of the Qi Martial Realm. So most of the martial arts were created for the Qi Martial Realm.
But this "Six Sun Palms" was able to display power above the Qi Martial Realm.
Yang Qingxuan put away the book and followed the route of the Six Yang Palms to let the Qi flow in his body. His hands formed a complicated seal in front of him.
With this move, all the Qi in his body seemed to be attracted, gathering crazily towards his palm. The aura on his body suddenly changed, and an extremely hot aura spread out in all directions.
Yang Qingxuan's expression changed greatly. He had already sensed the extraordinariness of this move, but the fatal thing was that as soon as he raised his hand, all the Qi in his body was sucked dry, and he no longer had the strength to maintain the palm print.
In his haste, he abruptly slapped out the unfinished palm technique!
"Boom!"
A huge palm print appeared on a large tree in front of him. The tree snapped with a loud sound, and a raging fire ignited from the palm print, burning the entire tree to ashes in an instant.
Yang Qingxuan's eyes were filled with shock. He didn't expect the power of this palm strike to be so terrifying!
Moreover, it was still an incomplete palm strike. If the full power of this palm strike was released, what kind of terrifying effect would it produce? It would probably be enough to blow up a tank on Earth.
But with his current cultivation, it was impossible for him to fully display the Six Sun Palms.
Even if he only used part of it, his meridians felt like they were being burned, as if they were being cut by a sharp blade. Yang Qingxuan knew that this was because his cultivation wasn't enough, and he couldn't withstand the strength of the palm strike.
"It seems that the root of all this is my lack of strength. I need to quickly increase my cultivation, condense my martial soul, and master the Six Sun Palms. Only then can I find grandfather and uncover my origins."
After making up his mind, he turned around and returned to the run-down hut. A moment later, he packed a bundle and ran in the direction of the academy.
Now that Yang Zhao had left without saying goodbye, he was all alone. There was no need to continue staying in this run-down hut. Yang Qingxuan planned to directly move into the academy.
Running like crazy, he quickly arrived at the school district.
The main gate of the academy was made of exquisite white jade. Two different colored jade stones formed the inner and outer gate structure. The words "Heavenly Consort Academy" were inlaid on the gate in gold. It emitted an awe-inspiring aura that made people unable to look directly at it.
There was an empty space in front of the gate. Other than the students coming and going, there were a dozen or so people gathered there, looking around.
Yang Qingxuan ran to the gate and saw Xue Hao, Hu Ding, and Zhou Cang at a glance. Hu Ding and Zhou Cang's faces were gloomy as they looked around. Xue Hao's face was pale and his eyes were lifeless. However, from time to time, a look of resentment would flash across his eyes.
"He's over there!"
When Hu Ding saw Yang Qingxuan, he suddenly shouted loudly, and his voice was filled with excitement, rage, killing intent, and savagery.
"Hua!"
The ten to twenty people spread out and swarmed over in an instant, surrounding Yang Qingxuan. These people were the martial artists from the Xue, Hu, and Zhou Family.
Zhou Cang pointed at Yang Qingxuan and roared with his teeth clenched: "Yang Qingxuan! We've been looking for you for a long time. Today, we'll pay you back a hundred times for the humiliation we suffered yesterday! "
Yang Qingxuan became alert. There were a total of nineteen people. Most of them were experts at the seventh or eighth level of the Qi Martial Realm. However, six of them were unfathomable and should have reached the Spirit Martial Realm.
He sneered: "It seems that the three of you still haven't learned the five stresses, four beauties, and three warmth. Should I use a knife to carve these words into your bones so that you won't forget them?"
Zhou Cang and Hu Ding looked at his cold smile and couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. Their palms were sweating and they felt a trace of fear.
The two of them looked at each other, their faces pale. Under the protection of so many strong martial artists from the families, no matter how strong Yang Qingxuan was, he would still die. He couldn't help but feel ashamed of his own cowardice.
"How dare you!"
An old man with a long beard shouted angrily: "You scoundrel, the grandson of a garbage man. How dare you hurt my Zhou Family's people. Today, I'll break your four limbs and make you kneel down and kowtow a hundred times to apologize! "
Yang Qingxuan's face turned cold and a murderous aura suddenly shot out from his eyes.
Although the old man's strength was unfathomable, his malicious words triggered his murderous intent.
On Earth, he had gone through life and death to reach the peak. He had met too many opponents who were stronger than him. However, in the end, all of them fell in front of him and became his stepping stone to the peak.
Although the difference in cultivation level was important, the life and death of a battle was closely related to perseverance, Dao Heart, wisdom, martial skills, weapons and many other factors. A true expert not only had the highest cultivation level, but also used every factor to the extreme.
"That's too easy for him!"
A middle-aged man with a face full of stubble shouted: "My Xue Hao's balls were broken by him. His life is ruined! I'll cut him into pieces, peel his skin and break his marrow. Only then can I vent the hatred in my heart! "
The middle-aged man was Xue Hao's father. He stared at Yang Qingxuan with hatred. The anger in his eyes was enough to burn Yang Qingxuan.
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