The rising sun pours the warm sunlight on the earth, bathed in a golden luster, giving people a pleasant artistic conception.

Ye Han got up early, faced the rising sun, sat quietly, closed his eyes slightly, his heart was like water, and meditated quietly.

Running the Heaven Devouring Decision, behind Ye Han, a black vortex that could not be seen by the naked eye was slowly rotating, and the spiritual power of heaven and earth between heaven and earth was pouring into this whirlpool.

It was devoured and refined by Ye Han, turning into a trace of spiritual power to fill the dantian, from the outside, the spiritual power devoured by Ye Han was huge, but Ye Han's dantian was only increasing slightly, and the increase was extremely slow.

However, every trace of spiritual power is extremely pure, and a trace of spiritual power the size of a hair is several times higher than the purity of ordinary spiritual power, or even more than ten times.

With such a pure spiritual power, if it is a martial artist of the same level, it is definitely a sweep, even if it is a few realms higher, it can still be forced.

In the blink of an eye, it was already three poles of the day, Ye Han had been meditating all morning, and when he opened his eyes, Ye Han felt full of strength, extremely comfortable, as if he was looking for an opponent to fight and vent.

Ye Han looked up to the sky and roared, his voice was rolling like thunder, and even the sound of the waterfall could not resist its long roar.

Get up and jump into the waterfall, standing on top of a boulder, the water rushing down above his head, holding his own long sword is performing swordsmanship, sword after sword, without the blessing of spiritual power at all, relying on swordsmanship alone.

A sword out, like a dragon, a sword back, like an eagle, an attack and a defense, flowing smoothly, without a hint of pause.

Staring at the huge impact force, he didn't move in the slightest, Ye Han's eyes were focused, his face was resolute, and every time he struck out his sword, he was strong and powerful.

The little flower cat suddenly appeared on the shore, looking at Ye Han quietly, with an indescribable look in her eyes.

"Alas~ I hope you can grow up as soon as possible and pick up the burden as soon as possible, the burden on your shoulders is really heavy!"

"Ye Han, come here. The little flower cat shouted to Ye Han, who was practicing swords in the waterfall.

The voice was cold, it didn't sound loud, but it sounded like a muffled thunder in Ye Han's ears, and he immediately stopped the sword in his hand, looked at the little flower cat on the shore, and passed in a few jumps.

When I came to the little flower cat, I looked at the skinny little flower cat and couldn't help but wonder.

Before Ye Han could speak, the little flower cat suddenly turned into a shadow and attacked Ye Han.

The sharp claws can easily pierce through the golden cracked stone, and anything can be grabbed as easily as tofu.

Ye Han's face changed greatly, he didn't expect the little flower cat to attack him suddenly, and it was so unexpected that Ye Han was difficult to resist.

Subconsciously raised the long sword to resist, but the sharp claws were about to touch his cheeks, Ye Han's body fell back, the claws grabbed from the scalp, and a handful of hair fell out...

Suddenly, Ye Han was directly thrown away, and fell directly into the pool with a thud.

It turned out that at the moment when Ye Han's hair was scratched off, the little flower cat's body changed, and Ye Han was kicked away, like a cannonball, and it exploded.

Ye Han's chest seemed to collapse, his internal organs were in severe pain, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face turned a lot pale.

After choking on a few mouthfuls of water, Ye Han surfaced, looking at the little flower cat with an angry and puzzled expression, and the anger in his heart was burning.

"What are you doing!" Ye Han said to the little flower cat in a tone full of anger.

"You are embarrassed to say that you have the strength of the peak of a ninth-level martial artist, I just used the strength equivalent to an eighth-level martial artist, you can't resist a move, you still want to become a martial emperor? You still want to know your life experience?

"I..." Ye Han wanted to speak and stopped, and was speechless by the little flower cat.

But speaking of which, Xiaohua Mao did just use the strength of an eighth-level martial artist just now, but Ye Han couldn't even resist a move, which seemed really too vegetable.

If you want to become a Martial Emperor, the strength and talent to reach that realm are completely imfeasible with Ye Han's current appearance, and it is estimated that even if you will not be able to reach that height in your lifetime.

"Don't admit it, if you find a martial artist with the same strength as you in the Kyushu Continent, you won't be able to win, and you can be called a genius near Qingyang Town at most. ”

"But you are in other places, some other big sects, it is estimated that you can't even compare to the gatekeepers! You are not the only one in this world who has opportunities, there are many people with all kinds of great opportunities and opportunities! But how many can survive to the end? can grow up?" The little flower cat said in a sharp tone, and attacked Ye Han mercilessly.

Because Xiaohua Cat wants Ye Han to know that there are people outside the world, there are heavens outside the sky, there are some small opportunities, there are complacent, arrogant and arrogant, and they may die at some point.

Ye Han walked out of the water and came to the shore, staring at the little flower cat with his eyes, half loud, and said, "I want to become stronger!"

"From today onwards, you train with me for three hours a day, and when you can stick to my hand you can get out of here. Looking at Ye Han, who had firm eyes, Xiaohua Mao said flatly.

Ye Han's eyes suddenly burst out with a burst of essence, extremely hot, extremely excited.

......

Time flies, and it has been half a month since Ye Han came to this Qixia Valley.

During this half a month, in addition to meditation and sword practice, Ye Han also had a little flower cat sparring every day.

For three hours a day, Ye Han was beaten by the little flower cat, and at first Ye Han couldn't even parry the little flower cat's half move, but slowly Ye Han was able to persevere and not be defeated by one move.

In the last few days, Ye Han was finally able to resist the little flower cat team, and he also broke through to the tenth-level martial artist realm, and his strength was greatly improved.

Qixia Valley, by the waterfall.

Ye Han stood with his sword, and there was a little flower cat standing on a boulder in front of the team, and the little flower cat said to Ye Han: "Well, yes, your strength has improved greatly compared to half a month ago, but you can only protect yourself." ”

"Now that you have the power to protect yourself, you can go to Qingyang Town to have a look, your first task now is to leave the Qixia Mountain Range and go to Qingyang Town, I will always be by your side, but you don't expect me to make a move, you can run away if you are defeated, but if you want me to make a move, it is impossible. ”

"Even if you die, it's only because of your lack of strength!"

When Ye Han heard this, his face did not change much, in the past half a month, Ye Han's nerves have been a lot tougher, isn't it just to travel three hundred miles alone! Ye Han is fearless, can't he run if he can't beat it?

The little flower cat jumped on Ye Han's shoulder, lying quietly on his stomach, Ye Han turned his head and glanced at it and moved directly.

Qixia Valley is three hundred miles away from the Qixia Mountain Range, and there are many demon beasts and spirit beasts.

Ye Han cautiously ran through the dense forest to open his heart, carefully feeling the surrounding environment, in case he was attacked by powerful demon beasts and spirit beasts.

Ye Han's luck was very bad, he fought many battles along the way, and as soon as he left Qixia Valley, he encountered a sixth-level demon beast and was chased and killed for dozens of miles.

On the way, I also encountered a big bird, spreading its wings and flying high, covering the sky and the sun, and its strength was strong, comparable to an eighth-level demon beast.

Ye Han almost died tragically under the beak of this big bird, and his back was still cold when he recalled it.