The First Cause of All Realms

Martial arts can be divided into internal training and external training, and external training can be divided into hard skills and skills.

Hard skills are external skills that are like iron crotch skills to smash the body, and skills are fists, palms, fingers, legs, swords, spears, swords and halberds.

Further subdivision, there are external power and internal qi martial arts.

The former focuses on the outside, and although it can be blessed by the inner energy, the core is still the outer energy.

The latter is a martial art that focuses on internal qi, and requires the use of internal qi to exert its greatest power.

hum~

Reaching out his hand to hold the ghost-headed sword shrouded in lipstick, Yang Yu's heart was shocked, and a new progress bar appeared on the wall of the cauldron:

[Decapitation Knife: Progress Before Getting Started (0/100)]

"Old Man Wei really has the means to press the bottom of the box..."

Feeling the memories pouring out of his mind, Yang Yu was overjoyed and began refining.

Boom!

There was a loud noise in my heart, like Huang Zhong Da Lu.

At this moment, Yang Yu's eyes flashed, and he immediately felt that he had come to the Xingchang, where the death row prisoners scolded or cried.

Only one person stood up and didn't fall down, and laughed loudly.

Many people in the audience were watching.

"Execution!"

Before Yang Yu could take a closer look, he heard a loud shout coming from the east.

Immediately, his body moved involuntarily, he stepped, raised his knife, and then, in the amazed eyes of the standing prisoner.

Beheading!

huh~

The light and shadow dissipated, and Yang Yu's eyes became brighter.

The true meaning of refining is to learn from nothing, but it is more than just learning. At that moment, he really seemed to be an executioner with a knife.

With one slash, the movement of qi in the body was vividly remembered, making it hard for him to forget it.

"Come again!"

After a short pause, Yang Prison started refining again.

hum!

The scene reappears, still beheading with all his strength, his inner vigor is full of energy, and he slashes his head.

This sword technique seems to be the only one.

But Yang Yu felt more and more happy in his heart.

Inner qi martial arts is extremely difficult to cultivate, not only because of the limitation of talent, but also because every push of inner qi martial arts will consume one's own inner qi.

A martial artist who changes blood is often short of breath. Under the full force of urging, several knives will be squeezed out of energy, and they have to rest for half a day before they can practice again.

But in the cauldron of gluttony, he can urge his inner qi again and again to explode this 'decapitation' sword technique!

What a huge advantage this is?

Yang Yu was immersed in meditation, stepping onto the execution ground again and again, and beheading with his sword again and again.

They all started to beat slowly.

The slashing and slashing of the inner qi knife method itself drives the practice of inner qi and footwork.

…

When the moonlit night fell, the city of Heishan sank from the liveliness of the day.

Yang Baotian, who was tossing and turning, turned over and sat up, calling his son outside the house: "The yamen is gone?"

"If you can't even catch a few bandits, then Wang Fobao's injury won't get better."

The tall and tall Yang Kui closed the door, not without mockery.

"Thirty thieves in Montenegro, thirty exchange blood, three hundred gangsters, where can they be good friends?"

Yang Baotian rubbed his cane, and there was a chill in the old eyes:

"That little brat seems to know something. Today, he is quite indifferent to the old man, and he is on guard."

"Can't you?"

Yang Wei frowned: "Even if Wang Liu was killed by him, the two of them don't know that we ordered it."

Yang Baotian's face was gloomy, and he didn't know what went wrong.

"If this kid doesn't know how to praise, we might as well..."

Yang Ji tentatively gestured his neck.

"That's too late."

Yang Baotian sighed: "This kid has become a climate, not only has he changed his blood, but also has Wei He's backing to kill him, the hidden danger is too great.

When that old guy was young, he was a famous ruthless character in Montenegro..."

Murder is always just a last resort.

A clan is no better than an individual, and it is not enough to be brave and ruthless.

But more importantly, he knew that the kid killed two blood exchange bandits in the execution ground.

It is also very difficult to kill this kid without being discovered.

"It doesn't work either, that doesn't work either."

Yang Kui suddenly became a little irritable and complained: "If I tell you, we shouldn't join this **** pity school!"

"shut up!"

Yang Baotian's expression changed greatly, he hit his son with a cane, and whispered, "Don't you want to live?!"

Yang Kui was beaten and staggered. He didn't dare to say more, but his face was still full of indignation.

Yang Baotian sighed: "You don't understand."

More than Yang Yu, he has no regrets in his heart, but what is the use of regret.

"I only hate that the three-footed Liu will only exploit it, and let us have nowhere to go."

Yang Yu said bitterly.

"All right!"

Yang Baotian paced up and down the house, feeling agitated.

In the past few months, he and those families were almost out of their minds, but as the deadline was approaching, it was not just his family who were desperately trying.

After a few months, the loss was not small, but I still couldn't get those few places.

The prison guards died one after another, and Wang Fobao had already noticed it, and it was impossible for them to kill the guards again...

"It's a shame that Lian Shengjiao is very guarded against me. At this time, I don't know what's in that big prison."

Thinking back on the various methods of Lian Shengjiao, Yang Kui couldn't help shivering, his face full of worry:

"It doesn't take long for the deputy helmsman to return. What should we do?"

"These words are not allowed to be said in the future."

Yang Baotian glanced at his son coldly, and said solemnly, "In a few days, I will send someone to invite him to a banquet at our manor outside the city, and see if that kid agrees."

"What if he doesn't agree?"

After being taught one after another, Yang Yu's face was also very ugly.

"If you don't agree..."

Yang Baotian paused and said:

"Is the talisman that we invited to Liansheng's teaching last time still there?"

"That talisman?"

Yang Yu was suddenly shocked.

"If the family doesn't help the family, the old man can only do this."

Yang Baotian is not without regret.

My own family has a blood-changing warrior, which is much better than having a child. It's a pity...

Yang Kui thought for a while, but still shook his head:

"That kid is so guarded, I'm afraid it won't work if you invite him outside the city?"

"It's just to do what I like. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

Yang Baotian smiled lightly:

"That kid is obsessed with antiques. Our family doesn't lack this."

…

Yang Prison didn't waste the rare three-day vacation.

Perhaps it was because he had the basics of swordsmanship. In only three days, Yang Yu advanced the swordsmanship 'decapitation' to the second level.

At the same time, it also led the old mother Xiangerfu Qilu to enter the second floor, and the progress of the other martial arts also increased slightly.

The weather was bright, and smoke was already rising from all over the city of Heishan.

"Huh!"

Walking out of the wooden barrel of the medicinal bath naked, and wiping his body with his hands, Yang Yu was still experiencing his own changes.

The improvement of the method of persuasion was immediate, and the inner qi entrenched in the lower abdomen, both in quality and quantity, was much stronger than before.

"In a state of vigorous internal energy, I can use 'decapitation' twelve times, but it's still too few, it can only be used as a trump card..."

"Old Li said that he was born in a book, and his words are inevitably exaggerated, but with the progress of blood, maybe there are people in this world who can reach the realm of 'one breath of life, one's life is endless'?"

Thinking about it in his heart, Yang Prison is wearing clothes. After the three-day vacation, he has to go to work.

This time, he plans to inspect the entire prison inside and out.

He didn't believe that these bandits paid such a high price just to die. There must be something he didn't know about.

squeak~

Opening the wooden door, Yang Yu was about to go to work when his brows suddenly wrinkled.

At the entrance of the alley, a servant dressed as a servant, holding a gift box, shivered in the morning wind.

"This is?"

Yang Prison raised his eyebrows.

From the chest, the cauldron of gluttony came.

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