I Evolved The Heavens

Lin Minzhi felt that Yang Yi seemed to be gradually opening up, barely able to keep up with the rhythm of his teaching.

Zhong Yunhao found that Yang Yi's chess skills had improved a lot, and he was able to hold a stick of incense in his hands.

Zhou Zhan found that Yang Yi's progress was the most obvious, and he estimated that he would be able to practice bone next month.

If at this rate, before the year-end assessment, Yang Yi might not have the possibility of cultivating to practice the dirty, and then he could be appointed the king of the county, and he would not have to wait for death.

Gu Black Tortoise also found that Yang Yi's progress was very obvious. He was barely able to hit the bullseye in fifty steps, and he could barely make sense in the art of war.

Yang Yi's performance of'progress' is very restrained. If he suddenly becomes a genius within the acceptable range of ordinary people, then Emperor Qian will definitely arrest him to see if he has been taken away.

In essence, he should be a memory deprivation.

But whether there were any traces of such seizures, whether Emperor Qian could detect it, he didn't know.

Time entered August, and the weather was slightly cooler.

After a month of hard training, Yang Yi made rapid progress, and had secretly cultivated to the Third Stage of Xiantian. He majored in Cultivation Technique, "Qing Ding Zhen Jing", but he cultivated True Qi.

Because Patching True Qi can be transformed into True Qi of any attribute, including Qingding True Qi.

As for Martial Dao, it has entered the bone training stage.

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The first day of August was the day when Emperor Qian checked the results of the cultivation of the princes.

It's not four quarters, which is about two o'clock in the afternoon.

Yang Yi received the verbal order from Emperor Qian. Following the middle-aged servant who delivered the verbal command, he came to the martial arts training ground not far from the north side of the upper study room.

To be honest, he has been waiting for a long time in the middle stage for meeting Emperor Qian.

Because this is the only monk he can come into contact with, and it is also an unparalleled Secret Technique like the "Future Wusheng Sutra", which has its own advantages compared with the "Past Amitabha Sutra".

Outside the martial arts field, there are many imperial troops.

Each of them is sharp, and the whole body exudes a strong Killing intent.

These are all elite soldiers selected from the frontier army. Each has experienced a lot of battles and at least has a Cultivation Base for training. They can be ten on the battlefield.

After passing through the Moon Gate, Yang Yi walked into the martial arts training ground, where there were not many forbidden troops.

In the martial arts field, the other nine princes have arrived.

Everyone stood in a line without squinting.

Yang Yi said nothing, stepped forward and stood still, waiting for Emperor Qian to come.

Among this group of people, he was the oldest, ranked thirteen; the youngest was only five years old, ranked 27th.

In the palace, there is basically no intrigue between the princes, because Emperor Qian doesn't care about these at all. As long as he has the strength, even the birth of a palace lady can be named a prince.

Therefore, since childhood, everyone knows that only through hard cultivation and study can we have a good future in the future, otherwise we can only go to a royal manor for retirement.

In such an urgent environment, let alone intrigue, there are very few exchanges on weekdays, because it is meaningless.

If you fail to practice, you will be raised as a pig by the royal family.

Yang Yi closed his eyes to rest his mind, and waited patiently.

About ten minutes later, Emperor Qian came in from outside surrounded by a group of people, and sat down in the pavilion to the north.

Emperor Qian wears a Kowloon golden crown on his head, inlaid with Calabash large nanzhu, and wears a bright yellow robe.

He looks a little old, with slightly white temples, but his face is like white jade, his aura is exuberant, his steps are steady, he has the aura of mastering the world.

Yang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, he couldn't wait to see Emperor Qian's character panel.

Emperor (pseudo): Wei Zhen.

Age: 52 years old.

Cultivation Base: Cultivation Realm.

Skills: proficient in government affairs.

Cultivation Technique: good fortune

Martial Skill: Canglang returns to the palm of the wind, good fortune extinguishes the palm of the god, thunders with a finger, and the spirit rat rolls in the pan.

"What's the matter, this Emperor Gan is actually a fake?"

Yang Yi was secretly surprised. He recalled the original work. It seems that it mentioned that the emperor who appeared in front of people has always been a substitute for Emperor Qian, because the real Emperor Qian has been cultivated to five thunder tribulations and is now hiding in the seal of the emperor. middle.

The Taishang Dao is based on the Taishang Dao, supervises the society, abolishes the emperor, and does not allow the emperor to cultivate the Dao at all.

If Mengshenji knew that Emperor Qiandi had been cultivated five times by Thunder Tribulation, he would definitely kill Qiandi desperately.

Yang Yi secretly regretted that he didn't expect to see Emperor Qian, but discovered that it turned out to be a fake.

But although it is a fake, it is still worth stealing.

In order to make the fakes more realistic, the fake Qiandi must have learned the complete Martial Dao chapter of "Good Fortune", and also has the cultivation experience of the Grand Great Master, which can save him a lot of detours.

"Do you want to study?"

"Yes!"

boom! boom!

Numerous pictures appeared in his mind, and Yang Yi seemed to have become a false emperor, and in an instant he experienced the other party's decades of cultivation career.

When Emperor Gan arrived, the princes stood straighter.

Even the five-year-old twenty-seventh prince tried hard to keep his body from swaying.

Emperor Qian had a deep gaze, even if he was fake, but as an emperor for more than ten years, he also cultivated the emperor's temperament. Just a faint glance by him would also feel the pressure of terror.

"Let's start the assessment, thirteen, you come first."

Emperor Qian said indifferently: "I heard from your four teachers that you have made a lot of progress this month, and I hope you don't let me down. Otherwise, I will still be indispensable this time."

"Yes, Father Father."

Yang Yi bowed and nodded.

The other princes trembled all over, because none of the people present had not passed the board.

The princes retreated to the east side of the training ground.

The imperial army brought in target and bow and arrow stands, as well as Stone-locks of various weights.

Compared with Wen Dao, Emperor Gan values ​​Martial Dao more, so Martial Dao is assessed once a month, and there are three projects in total.

The first item is step shooting and riding shooting.

When the prince is fifteen years old, he has to enter the army for training, and riding and shooting is the most basic skill.

The second item is weightlifting, which is used to test strength.

Because Martial Dao has made no progress, other test items are very fictitious, only the strength test is the clearest.

Whether there is progress and how much progress is made is clear at a glance.

The third item is actual combat, which is to fight against the Forbidden Army.

Emperor Qian didn't have any clear requirements for what Realm the princes could eventually cultivate. He only asked for how much progress each month must be compared to the previous month.

Otherwise, be punished.

In the three assessments, Yang Yi was quite satisfactory.

Compared to the previous month, he has improved a lot, but not very exaggerated.

Emperor Qian finally nodded in satisfaction, praised Yang Yi a few words, and then let the fourteenth prince begin.

Ten princes accepted the assessment, some passed, and naturally some failed.

Those who did not pass would naturally have to hit the board. The twenty-seventh prince was only five years old. He was also hit by the board, but instead of spanking, he hit the palm of his hand with a paddle ruler three times.

Although it only took three strokes and didn't use much force, Xiao Twenty-seven still had tears in her eyes with pain.

But Emperor Qian didn't dare to cry, so he could only hold it back.

When Emperor Qian left, Xiao Twenty-seven opened his mouth and burst into tears. It was so earth-shattering.

Yang Yi shook his head and turned to leave without paying attention.

Because Xiao Twenty-seven's pro-Big Brother is there, it is not his turn to coax him.

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