The next morning.

Ye Yichen got up early, came to the courtyard, faced the rising sun, and began to practice the human-level medium martial arts "King Kong Fist" taught to him by his father under a big tree.

The Heavenly Wind Continent also has a division of martial arts, human level, yellow level, Xuan level, spirit level, earth level, and heaven level..... In his memory, Ye Yichen seems to have heard his father say that the Ye family is strong in the upper level martial arts.

Each level is divided into inferior, medium, and upper, and there are also divisions for cultivation levels, such as entry, small achievement, great completion, perfection, and perfection.

Entry, able to exert the power of martial arts. Xiaocheng can exert the power of martial arts. Dacheng can exert the power of martial arts. Perfection can exert ten percent of the power of martial arts.

As for the further perfection realm, very few people can reach it, and when the general martial arts reach perfection, they will no longer cultivate, only the super genius will break the confinement and exert the martial arts to the point of reaching the peak, so that their power will be greatly increased.

Ye Yichen, playing over and over again, when he hit the third time, the Heavenly Pen of Creation in the black fog of the sea suddenly moved a few times, and an illusory figure appeared in the sea of knowledge.

Ye Yichen was a little surprised, because this villain was exactly the same as him, but it was a mini version, and what was even more powerful was that he was waving his arms, not knowing what he was doing.

"No, this is King Kong Fist," Ye Yichen suddenly thought in his heart. The miniature version of Ye Yichen was expressionless, tireless over and over again......

Ye Yichen looked at it seriously, and found that when he was cultivating, he had many deficiencies, and he began to practice over and over again.....

Unconsciously, Ye Yichen was already sweating, and the mini version of Ye Yichen in the sea of knowledge had long since disappeared.

Ye Yichen punched out the Vajra Fist once, and he shot out seven fist shadows, which represented the completion of the Vajra Fist cultivation, and he couldn't help but smile, thinking that these two martial spirits were so powerful.

After playing "King Kong Fist", Ye Yichen walked out of the yard.

A young man dressed in black walked up, who seemed to be the same age as Ye Yichen.

After he saw Ye Yichen coming over, he said to Ye Yichen in a weird manner: "Yo, isn't this the young master of the night family!" The injury healed very quickly, and the head of the house gave you some kind of miracle medicine! Alas, no amount of panacea is wasted! It's a pity. ”

A trace of murder appeared in Ye Yichen's eyes, and he said to him indifferently: "Ye Zhao, if you want to find death, just say it."

Ye Yichen's fierce eyes frightened Ye Zhao into a daze, Ye Zhao thought that Ye Yichen only had a heavy cultivation in the martial arts realm, and he was so strong, and he was still a person in the martial arts realm, Ye Zhao burst into flames in his heart, "Ye Yichen, you can't go crazy." "Finished. and shot directly.

"Black Wind Palm"

Although "Black Wind Palm" is a human-level inferior martial art, I have cultivated to the point of Xiaocheng, which is enough for him to lie in bed for ten days and half a month. Night Omen thought.

Ye Yichen quietly looked at the flying black wind palm, and there was no panic in his eyes.

When Ye Zhao saw that Ye Yichen was motionless, he thought that he was scared stupid, and a smile appeared on his face for a while, so he shouted loudly, "Ye Yichen, you are stupid!" ”

He seemed to have seen the bruised Ye Yichen.

Ye Yichen looked at this powerful palm, and in his eyes, it seemed to become very slow.

The palms of his hands were getting closer and closer, Ye Yichen's feet were stretched out, his five fingers were clenched into fists, accompanied by several fist shadows, and he met Ye Zhao's palm.

Just listen to the "bang".

Fists and palms slammed together, Ye Zhao flew out with a loud scream, landed on the ground, held his right arm in pain, looked at Ye Yichen in horror and said: "Waste, how is it possible, even the Vajra Fist of the Perfection Realm can't have such power, no, your cultivation..."

Before Ye Zhao finished speaking, Ye Yichen looked at Ye Zhao with murderous eyes and said, "You have the ability to say the word waste again."

The murderous aura impacted Ye Zhao's soul, he seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, Ye Zhao was too frightened to say a word, he looked at Ye Yichen in horror, Fei only dragged his injured arm with all his strength, and staggered away......

Ye Yichen didn't chase him, in his eyes, Ye Zhao was just a clown who jumped off the beam, silently walked to the door of his father Ye Tianxing's study, knocked on the door a few times, "Come in" A voice came from the room.

A middle-aged man in the house sat on a chair reading a book, and the middle-aged man was the night star. As soon as he saw that it was Ye Yichen, he hurriedly said: "Xiaochen, are your injuries healed, why don't you rest well."

Ye Yichen looked at Ye Tianxing's concerned eyes, and couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, Ye Yichen in his previous life was an orphan, he joined the army at the age of eighteen, and he never enjoyed father's love and mother's love.

Then he said, "Thank you for your concern, the child is fine." At this time, Ye Tianxing's eyes slowly calmed down, and he asked again: "Xiaochen, is there anything wrong with finding a father today?"

"I want to tell my father great news"

"Haha, seeing your body recover so quickly is great news for Father." Night Sky Star smiled when he heard Ye Yichen say good news.

Ye Yichen's heart warmed, and this kind of care and family affection moved him very much.

"Father, for some reason, I woke up today and saw a three-foot Qingfeng sword martial soul and a set of bow and arrow martial souls next to the black fog of the sea of knowledge."

"Whoosh".

As soon as Ye Yichen finished speaking, Ye Tianxing swished, came to Ye Yichen's side, and used his divine sense to probe Ye Yichen's sea of knowledge.

It didn't change when he saw the black mist, and when he saw the three-foot Qingfeng sword and a set of bows and arrows.

"God bless my son!" Ye Tianxing said excitedly, his hands trembling a little with excitement.

Ye Yichen looked at his father's excited appearance, and said with a wry smile: "Father, don't be excited. ”

"Well, that's great news." Night Sky Star said hello three times in a row.

"Father, I can cultivate, I will definitely catch up with the time I have lost in the past two years, I want to get a sword and practice a new martial art now." Ye Yichen said calmly to the night star.

"That's good, but you also have to pay attention to your body, after all, you just recovered, you take my token and go to the library and the library to get it yourself."

Ye Tianxing, who calmed down, took off the token on his waist, gave it an order, and handed it to Ye Yichen,

"The boy quit first."

Ye Yichen took the token and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute, Dust."

Ye Yichen looked at Ye Tianxing suspiciously: "What's the matter, father." ”

"Chen'er, today you awaken the two martial spirits against the sky, this is a big opportunity, remember not to tell others, opportunities and crises are often the same, be careful that someone has a bad heart, our night family is not peaceful now." Ye Tianxing said earnestly to Ye Yichen.

"The child remembers the teachings of his father." Ye Yichen nodded and said.

"Our night house isn't too peaceful now."

Ye Yichen, who left, heard his father's words in the ears of Ye Tianxing, and remembered the last words of Ye Tianxing in his heart, and in his memory, the great elder of the Ye family had always been ambitious.

In this world, it is a sin to have treasures without strength.

After Ye Yichen left, the vicissitudes of the night star's eyes stared out of the window, and his thoughts lingered in his heart...... After a while, he withdrew his gaze and took out a painting tube from behind the bookcase.

He took out a scroll from the tube and spread it on the table, on which there was a beautiful woman, with delicate eyes and eyebrows, a gentle voice and a smile, and a sword in her hand.

Night Sky Star looked at the beauty in the painting, and her eyes showed a lot of love. Ye Tianxing muttered to himself: "Qingyi, Xiaochen has grown up, his talent is very strong, he will definitely take revenge in the future, but I don't dare to tell him, I'm afraid that he will be impulsive." ”

Thinking of this, the expression on Ye Tianxing's face suddenly became a little sad.

Ye Yichen, who left his father's study, silently walked to the family instrument department that was close according to the memory in his mind......

After walking to the instrument department, I walked in, and saw an old man in a red robe with a childish face, holding a big black thick book and looking at it seriously.

In Ye Yichen's memory, this person is the family's eight-grade refiner, in the Tianfeng Continent, the refiner has the lowest nine grades, the highest one, and above the first grade, there are imperial products, emperor products, holy products, divine products, and the status of refiners is very high.

In the Tianfeng Continent, a place where martial arts are prosperous, a good weapon can improve a lot of combat effectiveness, and Elder Fire is also the only eighth-grade refiner in the Night Family, but his temper is very strange.

Ye Yichen approached the red-robed old man and shouted, "Elder Fire." ”

Seeing that the fire elder turned around and shouted, "Didn't you see the old man reading? Do you know how to respect the elderly....."

Ye Yichen stood aside awkwardly, looking at the old man's scolding appearance and not speaking.

"If it weren't for the master, I would have needed a sword, and I would have pulled out your beard." Ye Yichen thought viciously in his heart.

When the old man finished scolding, Ye Yichen continued: "Elder Huo, I am on my father's order to receive a sword."