At sunrise, the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth surged restlessly, and the fire energy in the world was abundant. It was the most suitable cultivation technique for Yang and fire attributes.
The Eight-Nine Arcane Art did not have any attributes. It seemed to be a simple cultivation technique, but it was all-encompassing and contained the principles of the Great Dao.
Every time the Golden Crow rose, Yang Jian would face the morning sun and breathe. He would borrow a trace of the weak power of the Golden Crow to temper his body.
After a while, the world lit up, and the restlessness gradually turned into warmth.
Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes, and a golden glow dissipated. He carefully sensed his body and clenched his fists …
Did his strength not increase?
It seemed that he was stuck at the limit of 9,999 kilograms with one arm and could not advance further.
He returned to the mountain for half a month, but he did not break through.
In fact, at this stage, the first level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art had already been perfected. He did not have to worry about his foundation being unstable at all. He could start cultivating the next level.
However, Yang Jian still felt that he had not reached the limit of the first level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art. The feeling of "dissatisfaction" lingered, and it gradually made him feel a little frustrated.
After meditating for another half a month, Yang Jian finally understood.
The bottleneck that he had encountered that prevented his strength from increasing was the restriction set by this world!
It was the obstruction set by the Heavenly Dao!
Yang Jian secretly made up his mind that he had to break through this layer of obstruction. Otherwise, the subsequent cultivation of his body might very well have a greater restriction on the growth of his strength.
In the future, he would rely on this strength to walk the Primordial World. It was a matter of great importance!
"Let's use half a year as the deadline. If I can't break through in half a year, it's useless for me to stay in this realm …"
Yang Jian sighed. If he still could not overcome this hurdle in half a year, he would naturally start cultivating the second level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art.
After breathing for a while, he stood up, bathed in the sunlight, and began practicing his fist technique.
After practicing his fist technique for four hours, Yang Jian jumped into the valley and walked with a huge rock on his back. He continued to refine his bones and tendons.
Even if his strength did not increase for the time being, he still continued to cultivate.
It could not be said that Yang Jian was not smart. After all, he was cultivating alone. He did not have a master to guide him, nor did he have a senior brother who cultivated the same technique as him to communicate with him.
Moreover, he had only cultivated for a few years.
"Ha!"
With a thunderous roar, Yang Jian began to swing his fists and kick his legs in the empty space of the valley. His movements were ferocious, sometimes like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, sometimes like a Kun Peng spreading its wings.
Shattering the bluestone with one punch, Yang Jian calmly comprehended it, and a smile appeared on his face.
This set of simple fist techniques that he had summarized and refined was becoming more and more ferocious.
Unfortunately, this fist technique was too ordinary and didn't increase his strength much. It could only increase the speed of his punches by a little, allowing him to find a chance to attack when he was moving and jumping.
Cultivating mystical techniques and tempering his bones and tendons had allowed him to obtain a body of strength, and 'martial arts' had allowed him to find a way to make full use of this body's strength.
After Yang Jian demonstrated this set of fist technique to perfection, he couldn't help but think of going to the city to secretly learn.
"If it's a higher level of martial arts, I'm sure the use of strength would be more ingenious, allowing my strength to exert greater power."
There was yearning in his eyes, but he shook his head and smiled.
Mortals thought that cultivators were superior, but in fact, it was just because they had a different understanding and use of strength. Didn't he, the disciple of a mighty figure, also secretly learn the martial arts of mortals? Although he was an exception, there was no representative example.
Living beings existed between heaven and earth, suffering from the tribulation of heaven and earth. If they wanted to survive, they had to understand heaven and earth, and even more so, they had to fight against heaven and earth.
This boundless world was on the verge of death, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had dissipated. It was no longer conducive to cultivation, and those great cultivators were also rare.
It was precisely because of this that 'martial arts' became popular. If mortals wanted to become stronger, they would all practice martial arts.
There were more and more people practicing martial arts, and there would always be some amazing geniuses who created all kinds of schools. After a long time, all kinds of flowers would naturally bloom.
In this world where orthodoxy did not exist, martial arts had already developed for countless years. To Yang Jian, this was actually a ready-made treasure trove.
Yang Jian vaguely understood what the 'great creation' that his master spoke of was.
And he also thought that in the myths and legends of later generations, Yang Jian used a three-pointed, double-edged spear. Every time he attacked an enemy, he did not use his supernatural powers to take the enemy's head from a thousand miles away. Instead, he was more like a general in the mortal world, waving his spear and pouncing forward to fight hand-to-hand …
In this case, martial arts was something that Yang Jian had to learn.
Especially now that he could not make any progress in his daily cultivation. In the long run, it would definitely dampen his confidence in cultivation.
While persevering in cultivation, he could divert his attention to learning martial arts, which could relieve some of the pressure.
In the next half a month, Yang Jian would walk out of the cave abode, out of the mountain, and go to the big city in the mortal world every day.
He inquired about the place to practice martial arts, and found out that this big city was very remote, not too prosperous, and not many sects had taken root. Other than the military camp outside the city, the only place that could practice martial arts was that martial arts club.
Yang Jian hesitated for a moment, and did not directly enter the martial arts club. It was not that he could not put down the airs of a cultivator, but he really did not like being ordered around and not having freedom.
Once he learned, he could not stop.
Yang Jian returned to the mountain to cultivate at night, and he would study martial arts during the day.
He crawled on the roof of the martial arts club and accidentally bumped into the mistress of the martial arts club's director and the middle-aged martial arts club's senior brother. He also saw a few martial arts club disciples bullying a weak young man.
He went to the military camp outside the city and saw the huge blood Qi that rose and condensed into clouds. He also secretly learned the killing fist techniques that the generals in the army practiced for their subordinates.
When he had learned most of these, he condensed a few moves and styles.
It only took him half a month to finish all of these.
Enlightenment was much more mysterious than learning martial arts. Yang Jian's aptitude was not low, and he was better at summarizing and inferring other things from one instance. If the speed at which he practiced martial arts was known, many so-called large sects might send people to accept this disciple …
Gradually, he was no longer satisfied with these moves, and he began to have ideas about the experts in the city.
"Experts." Yang Jian rubbed his chin and thought for half a night. Finally, he barely locked onto a person.
That middle-aged Marquis.
On the day of the banquet, the Marquis's strength was far inferior to the fox yao's, but he had relied on ingenious moves to hold back a fierce fox.
Although the Marquis had been seriously injured later on, when Yang Jian recalled those moves, they were indeed many times better than the martial arts techniques he had mastered.
"Should I go back and ask?"
Yang Jian did not hesitate. After all, he had saved the Marquis's life last time. If he went directly to visit, the Marquis would most likely receive him.
This time, he did not climb over the wall. He openly stood at the front gate of the Marquis's estate. Raising his head, he saw four large, flamboyant words on the plaque in front of the estate:
Shangde Marquis's estate.
Yang Jian was about to step in when the guards at the gate looked somewhat bewildered. They shouted and blocked his way.
One of the generals discreetly took out a roll of cloth and secretly compared the portrait on the cloth with Yang Jian's appearance.
"Who dares intrude into the Marquis's estate! Do you not want to live! "
Yang Jian was not angry and said, "I have something to visit this Marquis. Please inform him."
The shouting general was immediately enraged. Yang Jian's attitude was neither servile nor overbearing. In his view, he was looking down on the Marquis's estate and them.
"How dare you! Do you think the Marquis is someone you can see just because you want to! There are people on both sides. Flog him three to five times. Beat him away for me! "
Yang Jian's brows furrowed slightly. He did not want to fight with these soldiers. He wanted to leave this place and climb over the wall like last time.
But he heard an anxious shout from behind the crowd. "Stop! All of you, stop! "
The general holding the cloth scroll rushed out and kicked the arrogant fellow away. He cupped his hands and bowed to Yang Jian.
"Sorry, sorry. May I ask if you are the young hero who saved the Marquis that day? "
Yang Jian sneered. How did he become a young hero? He was not that King Kong Barbie, Little Nezha.
Yang Jian only said, "It was me that day." The entrance of the Marquis's estate instantly exploded. The excited guards shouted loudly to report. Like a fuse, it spread out and directly caused the Marquis's estate to shake three times.
Not long after, the Marquis ran out to personally welcome him. The guests and generals of the Marquis's estate gathered and enthusiastically surrounded Yang Jian.
Seeing this scene, Yang Jian suddenly felt … a little awkward …
He had come to "ask" the Marquis for advice. At this time, it was not appropriate for him to speak.
Was he shameless?
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