After Yang Hao, who had finished a day's practice, had dinner, he came to the academy martial arts arena alone, the huge martial arts arena was a hundred meters in radius, and he saw the men and women who were still practicing martial arts on the martial arts field, Yang Hao couldn't help but sigh, the martial arts journey, it really depends on hard work and hard practice to make progress.

Yang Hao ran ten laps along the runway of the martial arts arena, and because he had just eaten dinner, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach, and he immediately stopped exercising.

"It seems that you can't get into strenuous exercise right after eating!"

After speaking, Yang Hao slowly walked towards the library of the college, which covers an area of more than ten acres, with a collection of thousands of volumes, from astronomy and geography to history and humanities, covering everything.

The library is open to students, and students are free to look through the books in their collection, but they cannot take them out of the library unless they have permission from the library manager!

Although the library is large, it is not luxurious, giving it a modest feel. Entering the first floor of the library, Yang Hao came to the bookshelf, where rows of classics were neatly arranged.

At one end of the bookshelf, a classic book attracted Yang Hao's attention.

"Miscellaneous Talks on Cultivating Truths?"

Seeing the word Xiuzhen, Yang Hao was full of interest, but the classic book in front of him seemed a little yellow, perhaps because it was a long time ago, and there were more people who read it, so it became what it is now.

The first page of the book briefly introduces some general knowledge about Xiuzhen.

The Chiyan Continent is respected by martial arts, and above the martial arts, there is a mysterious world of cultivation.

Cultivators, also known as cultivators, are divided into five realms according to their strength, gathering qi, knotting pills, primordial infants, Mahayana, and crossing tribulations. Each realm is divided into three stages: elementary, intermediate, and advanced.

The Qi Gathering Realm is the lowest strength of all cultivators, but even so, these people are also one in a hundred martial arts masters, not to mention the mysterious Yuan Infant Stage and Mahayana Stage Cultivation Masters. Cultivators in the Tribulation Period have been rare for hundreds of years.

In the Red Flame Continent, a cultivation master in the infancy stage was enough to set off a bloody storm.

If a person wants to become a cultivator, he must first become a qualified martial artist, and only those who are gifted in martial arts can become a cultivator.

But then again, an ordinary martial artist can also become a cultivator by cultivating hard to make up for his innate deficiencies.

"It seems that if you want to become a cultivator, you still have a long way to go!" Yang Hao couldn't help but sigh.

At this moment, a figure appeared behind Yang Hao at some point, looking at Yang Hao with strange eyes.

"Yang Hao, are you also interested in this book?"

Hearing the voice, Yang Hao turned around, bowed to the man, and said, "I've seen Teacher Qin!"

The person behind Yang Hao was Qin Shou, Qin Shou exuded a strange aura, he looked at Yang Hao silently, and said: "The way to cultivate the truth is extremely dangerous, you can have great interest in this, not bad! But for now, you should lay a good foundation for martial arts first! You must not put the cart before the horse!"

"Teacher, do you have any books about martial artists?"

"The huge library has thousands of books, of course, there are classics about martial artists, and the library on this floor is a junior martial arts collection room, you can pick some and take them back and study them slowly and carefully!"

"Aren't the books here impossible to take out of the library?" Yang Hao asked suspiciously.

"I'm the manager of this library, and I can take it away as long as I agree to it, but there is also a certain period of time, and I have to return it when it expires!"

Yang Hao was a little shocked, he didn't expect that Teacher Qin was the manager of the library, but it was not surprising that as the manager of the library, so many classics were exposed to it, and over time, he became a well-informed teacher!

"Teacher, are you a cultivator, I feel the breath of a cultivator in you!"

Yang Hao knew that the teacher in front of him was by no means an ordinary weak teacher, but a cultivator.

Qin Shou looked at Yang Hao with strange eyes, he was really a little surprised, Yang Hao was not even a martial artist now, and he could sense the breath of a cultivator.

"You really surprised me, you can feel the aura of a cultivator, it means that you have talent! Work hard, you can find me if you don't understand!"

"Okay, teacher!"

Yang Hao chose a few classics of junior martial artists and said goodbye to Qin Shou and left the library.

Back in the dormitory, Tang Xin and the four of them had already fallen asleep, Yang Hao lit a candle and sat at the small table to study the classics carefully.

This classic records the basic martial arts practiced by junior martial artists, such as knives, guns, sticks, sticks, fists, palms, legs, and feet.

Yang Hao was watching the martial arts explanation while comparing the martial arts moves in the classics. I have to say that Yang Hao's memory is very good, and he has memorized many martial arts moves and formulas, and he is eager to try them.

Before he knew it, it was late at night, and when the last candle in the house went out, Yang Hao quickly fell asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, the warm sunlight shone into the house through the window, Yang Hao opened his confused eyes, Tang Xin and the others also woke up, blinking their tired eyes and complaining: "Alas! I really miss the days of hunting in Luoxia Village, and now I have to get up and go to bed on time, I'm really not used to it!"

Hearing Tang Xin's complaint, Yang Hao shook his head helplessly, and came to the martial arts arena after some washing, this is a morning exercise that must be completed every morning, for new students, it is not suitable to teach them martial arts, it is important to lay a good physical foundation first.

In the crowd, Yang Hao found that beautiful figure, and he was forever indifferent, and even a look at it felt blasphemous!

Yang Hao put away his mind and began to exercise in the morning, shifting his attention to his feet, and after ten laps, he was already sweating.

The person who came to teach today was a young woman, who looked average, but her figure gave people a primitive impulse.

"Students, my name is Lan Ziyi, today I will teach you, today's mainland, there are hundreds of countries, the languages and scripts used are very different, so it is very important for you to master the Chinese language!" Lan Ziyi said with a smile.

Yang Hao quietly looked at Lan Ziyi, who was dressed in white, and sensed the aura of a cultivator from her.

For the first time, Yang Hao saw that there were many ways to write the characters he was familiar with, and all countries had their own common scripts, and these scripts evolved from ancient times, and after thousands of years of development, they evolved into the common languages of all countries.

After a class, Yang Hao mastered the words of many countries and gained a lot.

In the following days, in addition to learning the necessary historical and cultural knowledge, the cultivation of martial arts also began.

Through hard study and diligent practice, Yang Hao has initially mastered some of the martial arts possessed by junior martial artists, and now his body is tougher and his whole body is full of strength.

Time flies like a white horse, five months passed quickly, and when it was time to take a vacation, Yang Hao missed his father and mother very much when he left home for the first time.

Yang Hao packed his bags and prepared to return to Xia Village. Tang Xin, Liang Yun, Tan Tao, Zhong Lin and Yang Hao all became qualified junior martial artists, and the group of five excitedly embarked on the road back to Huixia Village.

When he returned to Luoxia Village and saw his father and mother who were looking forward to it day and night, Yang Hao was in a very happy mood.

"Father, I've finally become a martial artist!"

Seeing the change in his son, Yang Zhong showed a pleased smile and said: "The road of a martial artist is still very long, remember to be humble and seek advice, be down-to-earth, and study hard to make progress!"

Yang Hao remembered his father's teachings, and in his heart, his father's encouragement was the driving force for him to move forward, making him firmly believe that he could make a difference in martial arts.

In the days at home, in addition to helping with some work, Yang Hao went into the mountains to hunt, and he had the strength of a junior martial artist, so that he could easily hunt some prey.

When the month's vacation came, he returned to Umon Academy to continue his busy and fulfilling practice.

In Wumeng Mountain, north of Yunzhou City, a large number of students from Wumeng Academy entered the mountain, which was an assessment, and it was an assessment of what the junior martial artists had learned in the first half of the year. The rule is that each person will be given a Juyuan Dan, which can replenish physical strength, because for a day in Wumeng Mountain, when the time comes, you must return to the academy, whoever has the most Juyuan Dan in her hand will win, and the winner will have a rich reward!

In this assessment, everyone can snatch the Juyuan Dan in their hands from each other, which is also a test of everyone's martial arts, but the premise is that they can't hurt people, and the violators will be severely punished!

Wumeng Mountain is magnificent, stretching for hundreds of miles, the mountains are covered by large primeval forests, and five hundred people entering the mountains must not only pay for the beasts, but also be careful to guard against the people around them.

Yang Hao and his entourage formed a team of five people, and they cooperated with each other tacitly, and they reached a consensus that they would never snatch the Juyuan Dan in each other's hands, and the Juyuan Dan they snatched would also be divided equally.

The assessment was in full swing, and in the dense primeval forest, battles were staged to snatch Juyuan Dan.

Yang Hao walked cautiously in the forest, and suddenly a black shadow appeared on a big tree, blocking Yang Hao's way.

"Yang Hao, hand over Juyuan Dan, otherwise you won't be able to get out of Wumeng Mountain!"

The person who came was Lin Shan, who was also a child of the Lin family in Yunzhou City, he looked at Yang Hao with disdain, his hands had already formed fists, and there was a tendency to be ready to go.

"Lin Shan, the academy has a rule that snatching Juyuan Dan can only rely on strength, if you dare to come nonsense, you will definitely be severely punished!"

Lin Shan showed a weird smile, looked at Yang Hao, and said, "Okay, then let's see how well you learn martial arts!"

After speaking, Lin Shan jumped up one meter high, and kicked at Yang Hao with a corner, Yang Hao reacted quickly, leaned over suddenly, and dodged Lin Shan's attack!

"Yes, come again!"

Seeing that the blow was unsuccessful, Lin Shan clenched his fists and shouted towards Yang Hao, Yang Hao did not retreat, carefully observing Lin Shan's movements, he was looking for Lin Shan's flaws.

Lin Shan attacked Yang Hao with a black tiger with his heart, and Yang Hao jumped up suddenly, spinning ninety degrees in the air to avoid Lin Shan's attack.