He Has a Dragon

When Ji Yang returned to the residence and found out that Wang Le was still in the study, he went directly to find him.

"The Nine Transformations of Heavenly Silkworm? The strongest martial art in Nanhua Temple?"

When Wang Le heard Ji Yang say Ji Yinzi's promise, his sleepiness was swept away and his whole brain became completely awake.

As for the future position of the head of Nanhua Temple, Mr. Wang ignored it and ignored it, not taking it to heart at all.

Jiyang saw that his grandson was sleepy and listless just now. When he heard about Nanhuaguan's strongest martial arts, he suddenly became energetic and energetic. Three thick black lines appeared on his forehead. Very speechless.

"Grandpa, what's the explanation for Nanhua Temple's most powerful martial art, the Nine Transformations of Heavenly Silkworm?"

Wang Le asked enthusiastically as he replaced the old man with hot tea.

For Wang Le, there must be something extraordinary about the Nine Transformations of Tiancan, which is known as Nanhua Temple's strongest martial art.

Besides, Wang Le didn't believe that Ji Yinzi dared to fool him in this matter.

After all, in order for Nanhuaguan to get out of trouble this time, Wang Leke had to risk his life to complete the arduous task of turning the tide.

Faced with his grandson's questioning, Jiyang did not respond immediately, but fell into deep thought, because the Nine Transformations of Heavenly Silkworm was definitely not an ordinary ancient martial arts technique.

When Wang Le saw this, he didn't rush to ask any more questions. He drank tea and waited quietly.

After a while, Ji Yang broke the silence and explained to Wang Le: "Although the Nine Transformations of Tiancan Temple is the strongest martial art in Nanhua Temple, there are very few disciples who have been able to cultivate it to the state of perfection. There are very few, only a handful.”

After a pause, Jiyang further said: "Even if you reach the state of perfection in cultivation, it will only be after you become a heaven-level powerhouse."

"Oh?" Wang Le frowned slightly and said, "Do you mean to say that if you want to practice the Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Silkworm to the state of perfection, you must become a heaven-level powerhouse?

Ji Yang shook his head and replied: "You don't need to achieve the realm of heaven to cultivate the Nine Transformations of Heavenly Silkworm to the realm of perfection."

"What do you mean, grandpa?" Wang Le continued to ask a little puzzled.

I saw a complex color on Ji Yang's face,

He responded: "Mainly because it takes too long to practice the Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Silkworm."

"The vast majority of people who practice the Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Silkworm can't reach perfection even after spending a lifetime practicing the Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Silkworm."

Having said this, Ji Yang glanced at his grandson, and then said: "A strong person who can achieve the realm of heaven is certainly not weak in martial arts talent. They are all chosen at the moment, and they have practiced until they are old enough to give the Nine Transformations of Heavenly Silkworms." Cultivate until you reach great perfection.”

"This shows how difficult it is to practice the Nine Transformations of Heavenly Silkworm."

At this time, Wang Le touched his nose habitually, and said with a hint of pity: "When he successfully cultivated the Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Silkworm, he was already old, and his energy and blood were not at their peak. Even a strong person at the heaven level could not To escape the fate of being ravaged by time, the power of Nanhuaguan's most powerful martial arts must have been greatly reduced."

"Uh!" Ji Yang was startled at first, then thought that it was indeed the case, and couldn't help but nodded: "That's right, although Tiancan Jiubian was given the title of Nanhua Temple's strongest martial art, it has never shown the strongest power. It’s really a pity.”

Wang Le's eyes flickered and he murmured: "I hope it is a good challenge."

Because when Ji Yang was describing the difficulty of cultivating the Nine Transformations of Heavenly Silkworm, Wang Le couldn't help but remind Wang Le of the time when the old guy taught the ancient defense technique Diamond Glaze Shield in Sijiu City, how many years he wanted to practice to practice the small form, and ten more to practice the great form. These are alarmist words for eight years.

As a result, in less than a month, I was able to practice the Vajra Glazed Cover to perfection without any difficulty at all.

As for the ten or eight years that the old guy said, Wang Le just wanted to say go to hell!

Jiyang heard his grandson's muttering and said with a smile: "There is no doubt about the difficulty of practicing the Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Silkworm. It must be a big challenge for you."

Speaking of this, Ji Yang couldn't help but sigh: "Celestial Silkworm's nine changes, each change corresponds to a dark orifice in the human body, and the difficulty increases as the variables continue to add up, and the longer it takes."

"At the same time, you must not be impatient in the process of opening up each secret hole. It requires hard work and you must figure it out slowly. Martial arts talent plays a limited role in this."

Wang Le had a thoughtful look on his face. When he first practiced the Vajra Glaze Shield, although he quickly reached the state of perfection, the process of opening up the three dark orifices also made him suffer a lot. Indeed, We can't act too hastily, we can only pierce the stone gradually, and developing slowly is the only way.

Otherwise, if you don't do it right, your body will be disabled. This is no joke.

Thinking of this, Wang Le smiled slightly and said: "My grandson is looking forward to the most powerful martial art of Nanhua Temple, Tiancanjiu Bian."

Seeing his grandson eager to try, Ji Yang couldn't help but laugh and said: "The Nine Transformations of Tiancan will never disappoint you. After all, this set of ancient martial arts was created by the strongest leader in the history of Nanhua Temple."

"The strongest sect leader in history?" Wang Le felt a little weird no matter what he heard, and couldn't help complaining: "Of course the founder Zhuangzi is the strongest sect leader, is it necessary to emphasize it so much?!"

"Uh!" Ji Yang saw that his grandson had misunderstood, and immediately explained with a smile: "Of course it's not the founder, Zhuangzi, but someone else."

"Oh?" Wang Le couldn't help showing surprise, and immediately asked: "Who?"

Ji Yang's face was full of fascination, and his eyes were filled with admiration as he replied: "Supreme Sword Master, Xie Xuan!"

Wang Le looked confused. He thought the most powerful leader in the history of Nanhua Temple was some famous historical figure!

Seeing this, Ji Yang smiled and reminded: "In the old days, Wang Xietang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people, and Xie Xuan came from the Xie family!"

Young Master Wang's face was blank for a moment, and his eyes looking at Grandpa Jiyang were full of disbelief.

"The Xie Xuan who won the Battle of Feishui? Didn't he die suddenly and early in his prime?" Wang Le asked blankly.

The reason why Wang Le knew Xie Xuan so clearly was because Wu Xingwen, a big businessman from Hong Kong who had been working with him at the time, quoted Xie Xuan as an example when he told his fortune and fortune telling.

Ji Yang sneered and said: "The strongest master in the history of Nanhua Temple was invincible in his time, and was called the Supreme Sword Master in the entire martial arts world. He is not so easy to die suddenly."

"Uh!" Once again, Wang Le's view of history was completely subverted.