Who can understand Yang Ao's mood at this moment, the excitement in his heart can't be expressed in words at all, if it weren't for hiding that he can cultivate now, then he would have jumped up excitedly at this moment, I'm afraid this jump is enough to break through the roof.

Yang Ao came to the back mountain in a night suit, and almost didn't stop too much along the way, just simply paying attention to whether anyone had found his traces, or met by chance.

However, Yang Ao thought about it, he was just a waste now, except for his father, who would be too lazy to look at himself? Although Yang Ao didn't blame them, after all, it was a fact that he couldn't cultivate before, in this Jiuxiao Continent, it was a world where martial arts would be martial, and if he couldn't cultivate, he was destined to be the lowest lower-class person, if he didn't have the protection of someone with a background, he might die in the next moment, who I can't say,

However, he still has to go through the procedure, what if he is negligent and let someone in that family accidentally find out?

Besides, although at this moment, with the help of the Nine Gate Fatu, he has reshaped the dantian, and just now in the room, there is indeed a spiritual energy gathering in the dantian, but whether he can break through the boundaries of mortals and reach the realm of spiritual disciples is still an unknown, and he has to let him verify it.

If this black dantian only knows how to absorb spiritual energy, but can't help himself reach the spiritual disciple and let outsiders know, wouldn't it make them laugh off their big teeth, and when the time comes, he may count themselves behind his back?

In Yang Ao's heart, aren't those mediocre talents who can cultivate not waste firewood? Although it is said that they can cultivate, since they have the reputation of mediocrity, in Yang Ao's eyes, they are not much better than themselves, and they are also waste.

Because in this Nine Heavens Continent, there are more proud sons and daughters of the sky, and those mediocre talents who can only laugh at others are just a speck of dust in this Nine Heavens Continent.

Yang Ao came to an ancient tree, this ancient tree, in Yang Ao's memory, his father once told him that this ancient tree has been hundreds of years, standing here, regardless of the wind and rain, it still has a tall posture, proud of the wind and bones, not defeated by the scorching cold and heat, but chose to give in, bent over.

Since then, Yang Ao has also understood a truth, no matter where he is, or a waste who is spurned by others, as long as he firmly believes, has perseverance, and persists, what does it matter to him how others love to say it, just like the ancient tree in front of him, independent in the breeze, it also has ambition, it is bound to break through these difficulties and obstacles, through the clouds, and see the world beyond the clouds.

The branches of the ancient tree are thick, and the trunk is thick and hard, and if you want to encircle it, you must have four or five adults open their arms with all their might, so that this ancient tree can be completely encircled.

Yang Ao glanced around, except for the branches that were fluttering and the leaves fluttering by the night wind, there were no animals or people around.

So, Yang Ao silently thought in his heart, he must succeed, and hoped that the dantian condensed by the black aura emitted by the Jiumen Fatu would be effective.

Therefore, Yang Ao simply suppressed the excitement in his heart, sat under the ancient tree, and tried his best to restore the heart that had been beating fast and unbearable as before, to witness the miracle in one time.

Yang Ao sat quietly under the ancient tree, looked up at the black night sky in front of him, and saw that there were only stars in the night sky in Yang Ao's field of vision, and there were few stars that could be counted with the naked eye.

In the night sky, the crescent-shaped half-crescent-shaped moon had already risen in the night sky, but its dazzling light was obscured by a thick dark cloud, making the black world already under the night sky even darker.

In this case, if it was placed in normal times, for Yang Ao, his heart would definitely not be very happy, because such a night sky seemed too monotonous and dull, and it covered people's originally unhappy mood with a layer of opaque witch veil.

At this moment, for Yang Ao, this kind of black, monotonous, and dull night sky is the perfect environment for him to cultivate here, because in this way, under such a dark night sky, the possibility of not being discovered by outsiders is equivalent to putting on a shackle, which is more secure.

"Okay, there's not much time, I don't want to waste it, let's get started!" Yang Ao muttered to himself in a low voice.

So, he took a deep breath, and suddenly, he saw all the spiritual energy around Yang Ao surging towards Yang Ao frantically, like a whirlwind, and the surging spiritual energy frantically drilled into his body, and was frantically absorbed by the black dantian in his lower abdomen.

Yang Ao is completely in a process of enjoyment at the moment, because this feeling of absorbing aura is so comfortable, whether it is the process, or the soul, or the whole body, etc., it feels very refreshing.

It didn't take long for Yang Ao to look at the dantian, and he was very surprised to find that he didn't know when, a white spirit pattern appeared on his black dantian.

Because there was no such white spirit pattern on this black dantian before, what is the situation?

Suddenly, Yang Ao seemed to remember something, "Could it be that this is a sign that I have entered the first level of spiritual discipleship, that is to say, this black dantian can be fully cultivated," Yang Ao was ecstatic,

Although the surrounding aura was thin, the speed of absorption of the black dantian showed no sign of stopping at all, and the speed at which the surrounding aura surged towards Yang Ao was also much slower than before, and the concentration was also much thinner, because the amount of aura required for this breakthrough was more than double the amount of aura required by ordinary cultivators.

However, fortunately, in the end, Yang Ao's black dantian had four white spirit patterns, that is to say, Yang Ao at this moment was a spirit disciple fourfold,

However, the fluctuation of the nearby aura, the high-level of the Yang family is also aware of it,

Not long after Yang Ao left the back mountain, a powerful aura descended on the place where he was just staying, his eyes were deep, and the cold light shone brightly, "What was the fluctuation just now?

Then, several powerful breaths descended here, but it was not as strong as the breath of this person just now.

An old man in a black robe looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and said, "Family master, what did you find, what happened to the fluctuation of the aura just now?"

Obviously, everyone who came discovered the movement here,

The head of the family in the mouth of the old man in the black robe, then this middle-aged man is Yang Tianke, the head of the Yang family.

Yang Tian's eyes were locked, his eyes were squinted, and he said heavily, "We are a step late, this person has already left here, but everything that happened here today must be kept secret and cannot be leaked." ”

Then, Yang Tian disappeared, and after that, the black-robed old man and several high-ranking members of the Yang family who had almost come with him also left.

Yang Ao ran all the way back to his house around the path, and didn't even give himself time to breathe, so he danced happily, lowered his voice and laughed wildly, it was like a flower in his heart, anyway, this kind of taste of being able to cultivate and the joy in Yang Ao's heart at this time can't be described in words.

"Hey, my eldest son Yang, isn't he able to cultivate?As for being so happy?" A very helpless voice appeared in Yang Tian's sea of knowledge, and it was a female voice,

Yang Ao hurriedly retracted his mind and let his consciousness enter the Nine Gate Law Diagram,

Seeing Xiao Yao's legs drooping, his white jade-colored feet swinging back and forth, Yang Ao took a step forward and said excitedly, "Xiao Yao, I can be able to cultivate like everyone else, how can I not be happy?"

"It's just that the dantian shaped by my Nine Sect Fatu is to break through a realm, and the aura required is more than twice that of other martial cultivators," Yang Ao changed his words, but he was still very satisfied, and he didn't mean to complain at all, just a little curious.

Xiao Yao opened those red eyes, looked at Yang Ao and said, "Don't worry, my eldest prince Yang, this is only good and there is no harm, although the aura here is relatively thin, it is not enough to maintain your breakthrough under normal cultivation, but we can also use other methods, such as spirit pills, spirit grass, etc." ”

Then, a small yellowed book appeared in Xiao Yao's hand, and Xiao Yao handed it to Yang Ao and said, "Congratulations, you can cultivate, but you can't just be able to cultivate, you also need to use powerful exercises, so that your strength will be brought into greater play." ”

Yang Ao looked excited, took the exercise in Xiao Yao's hand, and saw that it was written

"Broken Dragon Fist" three words,

Yang Ao silently recited the good name of "Broken Dragon Fist", and his heart was very comfortable when he heard it.

Xiao Yao pointed to the "Broken Dragon Fist" and said, "You don't want to be small with this exercise, it is the one I carefully selected for you, it is a ground-level exercise of the Eight Classics, which is enough for you to cultivate to the Spirit Sect, this exercise is a powerful assistant for you." ”

"Prefecture-level exercises," Yang Ao almost didn't control himself after hearing these four words, because of this ground-level exercises,

In the Yang family, in the entire Tianyun City, there is not a single local-level exercise, and I have never even heard of it, and I have never mentioned it, it is a ground-level exercise!

Yang Ao stood in place, at this moment he was like a statue, a telephone pole, without any consciousness, like a dumb melon, motionless.