At the same time, in the exquisite and luxurious Ye Mansion, there was also a table of such meals.

A middle-aged man with an elegant and handsome face sat on the first seat, and below him was a beautiful woman.

The women bowed, Ye Jing, Ye Ying, and Ye Xuan sat separately, and there were maids next to them who kept adding food and wine, and the whole atmosphere seemed a little restrained.

"Xuan'er. Ye Qing, who was at the top, took a sip of wine and asked lightly, "What is going on with Ye Jian?"

Ye Xuan was slightly stunned, frowned, and said, "What does father refer to?"

"Of course it's Ye Jian's cultivation, how did he grow so fast?" Ye Qing chuckled.

"Who is Ye Jian?" Ye Jing on the side hurriedly asked.

"I think it seems to be the entourage next to my little sister. Ye Ying put down her chopsticks and interjected.

"Oh. Ye Jing suddenly showed a look of sudden realization, "Is his cultivation very high?"

"It's just the seventh level of martial arts. Ye Xuan replied softly.

"It has taken more than two years to grow into the seventh level of martial arts, and the talent is medium, so it's nothing unusual. Ye Jing frowned and looked at his father.

"At the beginning, his talent test was low. Ye Qing said lightly, "And now he has been exceptionally become an outer disciple of the Nanluo Sect." ”

"He became an outer disciple?!" This time not only Ye Jing was surprised, but even Ye Ying, who had an ancient face without waves, looked slightly stunned.

"Who knows, Lu Dao, he has worked very hard in the past two years, and in more than two years, he has cultivated to the seventh level of martial arts, which doesn't seem strange. Ye Xuan frowned, and said with some puffiness.

"Okay, okay, the child finally came back once, don't mention these things, if you want to know the way, wait until tomorrow to call Ye Jian over, and ask in person?" The beautiful woman on the side hurriedly sneered.

"Hehehe. Ye Qing smiled wryly, and didn't ask any more.

This is a small episode at the reunion table of Ye Xuan's family.

After dinner, Ye Jian was called by Father Ye to the branch ancestral hall.

Because of his happiness, Father Ye drank a few more glasses of sake for dinner, and now his face is still red.

"Dad, it's so late, what are you bringing me here for?" Ye Jian didn't know why, and thought that Father Ye was drunk.

"Jian'er, you first kneel down in front of your ancestors and kowtow three times. Father Ye's face was slightly drunk, and his eyes narrowed and said.

Ye Jian frowned, this is not a New Year's holiday, why do you make such a big gift to the ancestral tablet, it seems that my father is really drunk.

But thinking about it, Ye Jian still followed Ye's father's guidance, knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.

"Knock a hundred more!" Father Ye suddenly continued.

"Dad, you're so drunk. I'll help you back to your room. Ye Jiangang wanted to stand up, but he didn't expect to be directly held down by Father Ye on his shoulder.

"Quick, listen to Dad, and knock a hundred more. ”

Ye Jian had no choice but to do so.

Knock knock knock......

Ye Jian's constant kowtowing sounded in the ancestral hall.

After a meal, Ye Jian raised his head, his forehead was already red and swollen after a hundred knocks in a row.

With a long sigh of relief, Ye Jian said to Father Ye, who was a little drunk behind him: "Dad, a hundred of them are already full, if you let them knock again, I will ...... directly."

However, before he finished his words, a crack suddenly appeared on the ground, and the floor automatically retreated backwards, and a small stone pit appeared in front of Ye Jian's eyes.

Inside the stone pit, a roll of quaint bamboo slips lies quietly in it, bound by red silk.

"This is..."Ye Jian put away his surprised expression, leaned forward with his right hand, and directly incorporated the bamboo slip into his hand.

The bamboo slips are cold and smooth to the touch, and the texture is soft, which is by no means made of ordinary bamboo.

Slowly unfold the bamboo slips, and suddenly the golden light shines, and the golden vigorous font the size of a finger thumb is impressively printed on it, "Stacking Lang Qianzhongjin"

The bamboo slip begins with the written contents.

Stacking Lang Qianzhongjin, a non-level martial art, a rare auxiliary martial art in the martial arts.

The so-called auxiliary martial art is actually a kind of auxiliary secret method. The general auxiliary secret methods have some specific functions, some can instantly explode their own internal qi, so that the internal qi can increase several times in a short period of time, and some auxiliary secret methods are to instantly improve the user by several small realms, so that the user can fight beyond the level.

Ye Jian's gaze quickly swept over "Stacking Lang Qianzhongjin", and the bamboo slips were sprinkled with three thousand words, detailing how to cultivate.

It turns out that "Stacking Lang Thousand Heavy Strength" is a kind of martial art that skillfully uses the internal qi in the body, stimulating the collision between the internal qi to produce a strong dark energy, and the user then harnesses this dark energy to use it to be hostile to others.

It's just that the scroll of bamboo slips in Ye Jian's hand only records the first cultivation method.

According to the above introduction, the first stage of "Stacked Lang Thousand Heavy Strength" is divided into four small realms: early stage, middle stage, late stage and peak, the first realm reaches the early stage, the martial artist can instantly burst out twice as much as his own strength, and when he cultivates to the middle stage, he can burst out four times the combat power, and so on, the later stage can burst out eight times the combat power, and as for reaching the peak realm, the martial artist will burst out sixteen times the combat power.

"Since there is a first weight, there must be a second, third, or even fourth first. Ye Jian pondered.

The auxiliary nature of the first ** is so strong, it is not difficult for Ye Jian to imagine how powerful the ** improvement in the back is, maybe it is really like the name of the martial art, and the combat power can be increased by a thousand times after successful cultivation, although the power of "Stacked Lang Thousand Heavy Strength" is extremely powerful, but the difficulty is how to successfully cultivate.

This is a martial art that first hurts oneself and then hurts others, often when the cultivator has not yet successfully practiced, his own tendons and veins will be injured by the dark energy generated in the cultivation, and in the long run, the meridians in the practitioner's body will definitely be scrapped, so few people dare to take the risk of practicing this martial art, and after a long time, this martial art will be lost in the dust of the years.

Ye Jian really didn't dare to imagine that his family would actually collect such **, it seemed that the Ye Father in his memory seemed to have a disorder in the meridians in his body, causing his cultivation realm to stay at the fifth level of martial arts.

"Yes, you guessed it. Father Ye didn't have a trace of drunkenness at this moment, but said to Ye Jian very seriously: "It's because I practiced this method desperately in my early years to revitalize the new family, but it's a pity that ......."

Ye Jian understood that the Zhenxin family in Ye's father's mouth was a branch of Zhenxin's own.

"Now that you have excellent qualifications, you have far surpassed all the geniuses in the history of the Ye family, I hope you can comprehend success and rejuvenate our lineage. Speaking of this, Father Ye's expression became a little excited.

"Dad, can the tendons and veins in your body be repaired?" Ye Jian, who was standing on the side, did not answer, but asked directly and suddenly.

"It's impossible, unless there is a heaven and earth elixir that is easy to cut the marrow to improve the physique. Father Ye sighed lightly, "It's just ......"

"I don't know if this will work?" Ye Jian grabbed the skull-shaped space ring with one hand, and suddenly a white light flashed, and three dragon-sized, fiery red, fiery fruits emitting fiery energy appeared in Ye Jian's hand.

"It's... This is... Blood Bodhi?!" Seeing this, Father Ye's hands trembled obviously, and he looked at his son in disbelief.

"That's right, this is the blood Bodhi that can easily cut the marrow. Ye Jian smiled faintly and directly put the three blood bodhi into Father Ye's hands.

"This is something I picked by accident. ”

"No, you should eat such a precious spirit fruit, you should be able to make greater progress in your physique after eating it, and you will go further in the future. "Unexpectedly, Father Ye directly rejected the Blood Bodhi brought by Ye Jian.

"Dad, don't worry. At the beginning, I picked more than 20 pieces, and I had already eaten them, and besides, this kind of spirit fruit person can only eat three in his life, and eating too much is only Lang Fei. Ye Jian chuckled lightly and directly put the three Blood Bodhi into Father Ye's hands.

"Still no. Father Ye always felt that it was inappropriate, "That's it, I asked the alchemist to refine it into an elixir that strengthens the muscles and veins, your cultivation of "Stacking Lang Thousand Heavy Strength" has a great loss of your own tendons and veins, with the help of these elixirs, you must be able to achieve something." ”

"Don't worry. Ye Jian glanced at the bamboo slip in his hand, and then directly put it into the space ring, "I have a way to overcome the drawbacks of cultivating this martial art." At this moment, Ye Jian's eyes were full of strong confidence.

"You... Do you really have a way?"

"Hmm. ”

After seeing Ye Jian nodding again, Father Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, Dad believes in you." However, this rare spirit fruit is eaten like this, and it can't achieve the best effect at all, so I will ask the Sun alchemist in the city to refine it into an elixir one day, so that the medicinal power will be much easier to absorb. ”

"Dad, you can do it, but you have to guard against people. Ye Jian reminded that although he was more confident in the alchemy of the only second-order alchemist in Blackwater City, the blood bodhi would always cause some people to blush, and the alchemist was no exception.

"Alright, I know. Father Ye took a deep breath, nodded, and slapped a pair of big hands directly on Ye Jian's shoulder, his eyes full of love.

In the night, thousands of lights are lit, and Blackwater City is like a lurking giant beast, quietly dormant.

Ye Jian sat naked on the bed, revealing his masculine upper body.

In my mind, I constantly memorized the mental method of "Stacking Lang Thousand Heavy Strengths", and my body and mind slowly operated according to the mental method diagram of the first **.

Mobilize the internal qi in the body, collide with each other in the opposite direction, and the body 'sizzles', bursting into bursts of rolling thunder.

Wisps of bloodshot white gas rose from Ye Jian's body, Ye Jian's whole person was like a boiled shrimp at the moment, red and transparent, and the appearance was very scary.

Ye Jian frowned and gritted his teeth, "Stacking Lang Thousand Heavy Strength" was much more difficult to cultivate than he imagined, but for the sake of superhuman strength, it was Wei Lu's future martial arts path that was smoother, Ye Jian fought hard.

The tongue touched the palate, the body and mind drooped, and the internal qi in the body was divided into two groups, which flowed in the opposite direction, and suddenly an invisible dark energy was gathered, intending to increase the tendons and veins of the leaf sword.

And at this moment, a trace of coolness appeared in Ye Jian's heart, but he saw an extremely fine cyan airflow, along Ye Jian's whole body, moisturizing and repairing the swollen and torn tendons, and in an instant, the veins of Ye Jian's whole body were completely intact, and the flexibility was strengthened by several percent compared to before.

"Sure enough, I guessed it. Ye Jian stopped cultivating, and the blood color on his body instantly returned to normal.

And so it was. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief, Ye Jian had been gambling just now, he bet that Long Yuan would repair his body by himself, and the bet was his own martial arts, but now it seems that he has won.

"Dragon Source!" Ye Jian's eyes burst out with an astonishing light, "As long as Dragon Source continues, my body will always be strengthened." ”

Ye Jian finally found a way to call the dragon source.