Yang Ming has made a mistake since he came to Xianyang, a huge mistake, he calculates too much, cares too much, wants to get too much, and knows too much, so much that he forgets his true self.

In this world, he has seen too many things worthy of awe, from the old housekeeper to the Hengshan White Tiger Village, to the northern military god Li Mu, and Master Mo Jiacang, these living people appeared in Yang Ming's life one by one, bringing a huge shock to Yang Ming.

He constantly reminded himself that everyone in this world is a living person, he is not special, no one has the qualifications to run rampant, and it is not wrong to have such a cognition to some extent.

When he was in Zhao State, Yang Ming also thought so, so he was not short of caution in his boldness, but after coming to Xianyang, all this changed.

He began to plan, began to calculate, maybe it was for the promise to the purple girl, maybe it was for that ridiculous plan, or it could be to create a state of mind suitable for cultivating Paiyun Palm, he began to suppress his own nature, he became gloomy and sensitive.

In the midst of indulging in the tenderness of the maid, but thinking that he was experiencing feelings, he pulled and pulled between him and Liwu, but felt that he was constantly tempting out of caution, and in front of the fish he had a very good feeling, he showed a graceful demeanor, but said that he was trying to win her favor, and never took concrete action.

He began to like the feeling of tugging, and how different he felt in this world.

But he forgot that calculation without action is worthless, he forgot that prudence without courage is no different from cowering, and he forgot that he was just a teenager.

In the historical trajectory of another time and space, there was a very powerful person who wrote: Young people don't know the taste of sorrow, and they are worried about giving new words.

And Yang Ming is no different from what is described in that sentence at this time.

How can a teenager who has not had enough experience understand what the real sorrow is?

Three unique martial arts, Fengshen legs, Paiyun palm, Tianshuang fist for the Tang Dynasty military god Li Jing created, of which the wind god leg was created when Li Jing was a teenager, that Li Jing was born in the nobility, talent to beat his peers, it is the time of high spirits, with the madness of the youth to create the wind god legs.

Later, after experiencing the ups and downs of the world, the middle-aged Li Jing entered the Tao with sorrow and created the cloud palm, and in his later years, he created the Tianshuang fist in the desert wind and snow with the ambition of being old and strong.

Yang Ming was the first to practice Paiyun Palm for special reasons, but that special reason can only exist for a while, he is just a teenager after all, he doesn't have enough experience to precipitate that sorrow, his sorrow is just a false sorrow that he can create, and it is not real, so his Paiyun Palm has not been able to cultivate the last form.

He didn't even comprehend the true meaning of sorrow, how could he further appreciate its misery, and even the ultimate 'light'.

Young people should be wanton, in this world, who can be more reckless than Yang Ming.

He respects the world, respects the wisdom of the world, but he only underestimates himself, and denies his own power, he knows the vastness of the world, but why should he deny himself.

He is a man who transcends time, so why should he be afraid of the transformation of space.

There is a need for reverence for the world, but not fear.

What did Yang Ming's caution get after coming to Xianyang? It's a sword that strikes in the night.

Young people should be wanton, why worry more.

Zhao Ji looked at Yang Ming's back, and vaguely noticed something, a breeze surrounded Yang Ming's body, as if something was brewing.

Isn't this kid a little different? Zhao Ji looked at Yang Ming's back when he walked to the square, obviously the distance was getting farther away, but Zhao Ji felt that Yang Ming's figure seemed to become taller.

Under the gaze of everyone, Yang Ming stepped into the ring step by step.

"He's going to break through?" Chang Yu under the ring looked at Yang Ming's figure, and a gloomy look appeared in his expression, Zhao Ji didn't understand martial arts, although he vaguely saw Yang Ming's change, but he couldn't see what that change was.

But Chang Yu is different, he is a rare master, how can he not see that there is a momentum brewing in Yang Ming's body at this time, and there is a possibility of breaking out of the obstacle and soaring into the sky at any time.

This potential? Is it the kind of leg technique I saw last night? His strongest is not the palm technique, but the leg technique? Chang Yu stared at Yang Ming tightly, and subconsciously clenched the long sword in his hand.

"The wind is blowing." The female guards beside Zhao Ji looked at Yang Ming in the ring and muttered in their mouths.

"What's the wind? Isn't there no wind? Hearing the female guard's murmur, Zhao Ji asked with a sideways face.

"It's the wind on Yang Ming's body." The female guard replied.

"The wind on Yang Ming's body? Why didn't the mourning family see it. Zhao Ji wondered.

"Back to the Queen Mother, that is a kind of potential for people who practice martial arts, a kind of potential that can turn the invisible internal force into substance, at this time Yang Ming is brewing this potential, once he completely controls this potential, he can be promoted to the first-class realm, the first-class realm of less than seventeen years old, how big the world is, how many geniuses." The female guard exclaimed.

"I can't let him completely condense his own momentum, his skills are no longer under the first-class masters, and if he is in control, even if I have the sun-covering sword in my hand, it is impossible to win." Sensing the formless and qualitative wind surrounding Yang Ming's body, Chang Yu was a little flustered.

"Captain Yang, please fight." Chang Yu opened his mouth and said, he couldn't let Yang Ming continue to break through.

"Shut up." Zhao Ji directly reprimanded, although she didn't understand martial arts, she read a lot of idle books, besides, the female guard beside her was a master, and she still knew something like potential.

Now is the opportunity for Yang Ming to break through, once it is interrupted, then no one knows how long it will be before the next time such an opportunity comes.

"Queen Mother, my first opponent is Chang Yu." Yang Minglang said.

"Exactly."

Seeing this, Chang Yu showed a hint of a smile, jumped into the ring, and still did not break through after all.

"Chang Yu." Chang Yu hugged his fists.

"I know you." Yang Ming smiled, smiling brightly.

"For Your Excellency, I have also heard of it for a long time." Chang Yu said with a smile, not at all able that it was he who arranged the assassination of Yang Ming last night, and it was he who interrupted Yang Ming's cohesion in the right place.

"That's why I'm going to kill you." Yang Ming said senran.

"What?" Chang Yu was stunned, and then he was shocked, could it be that last night's incident was exposed? Shouldn't it, when did the people in the Lieutenant's Mansion become so efficient......

"I'm going to beat you to death." Yang Ming was already laughing as he spoke, and his laughing voice was very loud, which looked particularly unusual in the empty square.

"Arrogance." Chang Yu said coldly, although he was afraid of Yang Ming's strength, he was a real first-class master, how could he not be angry when he was bluntly said to beat him to death.

"Arrogant?" Yang Ming took a step forward, and the momentum that had been brewing in his body for a long time burst out.

A strong wind rushed out of Yang Ming's body, and Yang Ming's clothes, cloak, and long hair danced with it.

"He broke through?" Chang Yu, who was hit by the strong wind, took a step back uncontrollably, and the momentum he sensed from Yang Ming completely changed, it was the wind, but it was not exactly the wind, the wind was just a breeze, but now the wind was raging.

On the floor under Yang Ming's feet, wind ducts blew through, leaving deep marks, and before Yang Ming could make a move, Chang Yu felt a feeling of wind knives adding to his body.

"What is this?" Zhao Ji looked at Yang Ming with burning eyes, at this moment, even if she didn't understand martial arts, she also learned from Yang Ming that insolence that seemed to be about to wreak havoc on the world.

"This momentum is so strong." The female guard said in shock.

"Is it only you who has power? I have the same with it. Chang Yu, who noticed that his mind was shaken in an instant, let out a loud shout, and the black air around him was steaming, and there was already darkness behind him.

"Tempest and wind." There was wind under Yang Ming's feet, and the shadows of his legs attacked Chang Yu with the momentum of the wind.

Chang Yu swung his long sword, and one after another crimson sword qi shot out, catching up with Yang Ming's Wind God legs.

The leg strength and the sword qi collided in one place, scattering in all directions, and the raging leg strength sword qi made the stone slabs on the ring crack inch by inch.

Chang Yu dodged a leg and fought back angrily, but behind him, a flagpole the thickness of a forearm broke in response.

"I can stop it." Chang Yu shouted, summoned twelve points of internal force, and the sword qi under the sword was vertical and horizontal, turning into a sword net to block Yang Ming's attack.

"Then I'll be a little faster, a little harder." Yang Ming jumped higher and higher into the air, descending from the sky and stepping towards Chang Yu, this time there was no leg strength that could be defeated ten steps away, there was a kind of footprint of stepping on black boots, but it was the power to condense the kamikaze strength to the limit.

"This is wonderful, this is the competition that the mourning family wants to see, and this is the little tiger that the mourning family wants to tame." On the high platform, Zhao Ji had already stood up excitedly, took two steps forward, and stood on the steps.

In Zhao Ji's sight, Yang Ming jumped high in the air, stepped on Chang Yu's long sword, and then jumped into the air with the help of the power of the shock, stepping down from the sky with more domineering strength and faster speed.

In her sight, Yang Ming was almost gone, and all she could see was the afterimages in the sky, and the only thing she could see was the flying gravel in the ring.

"I can stop it, I haven't achieved my dream yet." Chang Yu swung his long sword hard to block Yang Ming's kick again, but his feet were uncontrollably retreating three steps in a row, and there was a slight cracking sound in his ears.

Chang Yu didn't have time to breathe, and it was a kick that fell from the sky, in the face of such a powerful kick, he could only barely cross the sword in front of him, as Yang Ming's foot stepped on the sword body, a louder breaking sound sounded, and his hard-to-find sword actually broke in response.

Chang Yu struggled to stab Yang Ming with his short sword, and at the same time threw the broken blade, but Yang Ming's speed had already exceeded his imagination, and the person had already appeared higher in the air.

"The wind swept the ruined building." Yang Ming's body, which stretched out in the air, spun rapidly, and under the raging wind, a huge tornado appeared on the square.

"It's the same move last night, but it's a stronger and more domineering move." Last night, Chang Yu, who had already seen the remnants of the Wind Scroll Tower, appeared in the sky, driving countless rubble, and Chang Yu was already dominated by the horror of facing death.

"No, my journey has just begun, I still have to become the captain of Ganquan Palace, I still have to control the net, I still have to conquer the Queen Mother, I want to control the Qin State, I can't die here." Chang Yu roared in his heart.

In the face of the fear of death, he threw away the short sword in his hand, and at this moment, he actually broke through, and the sword qi crisscrossed his body, and he was already deep in darkness.

"Cover the sun, overcast and dark, cover the sun!" The female guard standing beside Zhao Ji was shocked when she saw the darkness that appeared in the square.

"What's cloudy and dark? What occultation? Is it a net? Zhao Ji asked.

"It's the sun-covering of the net, Chang Yu is the first-class killer of the net, but he broke through, and he actually used this move without using the sun-covering sword, and he actually broke through at the time of life and death." The female guard muttered.

There are more than 10,000 second-rate masters in the world, but there are not even one percent of them who can break through to the first-class realm, and the biggest bottleneck is the potential, the potential, and the non-talented people cannot comprehend it.

This is also the reason why there are countless profound martial arts in the hundreds of schools, but there are very few people who can really become first-class masters.

Third-rate and second-rate masters, as long as they have a suitable volume of martial arts, they can achieve it with hard work, but the potential is the most test of a person's talent, and countless second-rate masters have exhausted their lives to comprehend the existence of potential.

But in the face of the dilemma of the potential, there are also shortcuts to go, the famous sword is one of the most effective shortcuts, the famous swordsman, adhering to the heavenly machine and the soul of the people, each famous sword has its own potential, if a second-rate master can get a famous sword, day and night observation, there is a great possibility to comprehend the potential of the sword body, and then break through the first-class realm.

This is also the reason why famous swords are precious, because a famous sword means a first-class master.

There are several such famous swords in the net, and the sun is one of them.

But with the help of the existence of the famous sword to break through the first-class realm, the dependence on the famous sword is too great, once the famous sword is lost, the martial arts will be greatly reduced, and now Chang Yu, that is, the first-class killer of the net, actually broke through the battle, got rid of the dependence on the sun-covering sword, and relied on his own skills to use the killer move of the sun-covering sword.

"Yang Ming is likely to win?" Zhao Ji asked.

"It's hard to say." The female guard said solemnly.

Yang Ming is the god of the wind at the moment, which is a realm that she has never reached, and Chang Yu's breakthrough is also a realm that she has never reached.

In Zhao Ji's solemn gaze, the tornado and darkness had collided violently, and a huge energy storm spread out, and the entire ring collapsed in an instant.

Zhao Ji subconsciously took a step back, only then did she pull the arm of the female guard and stand firm, in her sight, the wind was tearing through the darkness, and the darkness was also devouring the wind.

With a violent explosion, a figure flew out of the storm, this is an extremely embarrassed figure, the battle armor on the body has turned into a piece of shards, the cloak is scattered, the original face is not visible, and blood stains oozed from between its tattered clothes.

"I blocked, I blocked, I still blocked it after all, a good move to roll the ruined building, a good move to sweep the ruined building, a good move to sweep the ruined building, almost, almost, almost I was going to die, but I still survived, survived, hahaha." The trembling Chang Yu fell to her knees, supported the ground with her hands, and laughed wildly for the rest of her life.

"Where's Yang Ming?" Zhao Ji, who was holding the arm of the female guard, subconsciously grabbed the arm of the female guard, and Yang Ming could not be seen in her sight.

"In heaven." The female guard hesitated for a moment, and then looked sharply at the sky.

"The kamikaze howls."

"No, I've already blocked your strongest move, why are you still ......" Chang Yu's laughter came to an abrupt end, and in his sight, the wind dragon raged, and the wind swept through his body, cutting through his flesh, tearing his muscles, cutting off his bones, and destroying his soul.

"I'm not reconciled." Chang Yu said in despair.

"I said, I'm going to beat you to death." Yang Ming, whose feet were on the ground again, looked at Chang Yudao, who was no longer human.

That's the life I want, fuck the cautious, fuck the gloom of you.

"So, I do what I say." Yang Ming laughed.

"Queen Mother, I won this battle." In the sound of Chang Yu falling, Yang Ming turned around and saluted Zhao Ji on one knee.

Meeting Yang Ming's gaze, Zhao Ji's heart trembled violently: "Good, good, good." ”

"You didn't disappoint the mourners." Zhao Ji's palms trembled slightly in the huge tremors and stroked to his chest, pressing deep dents on the soft fabric.

At that moment, Zhao Ji had an illusion, although Yang Ming knelt in front of him, the Yang Ming he saw seemed to be standing in front of him, and the person kneeling on the ground was her.

I wish you all a happy Lantern Festival, and thank you for the 5,000 book coins from the breeze and drizzle.

This chapter is barely a big chapter, right? If you round it up, it's five thousand, and I wanted to take it apart, but I thought that some book friends would say that I was a broken dog, so I still wrote it in one go, Chang Yu, I'm going to beat you to death. At the same time, this chapter can be regarded as an explanation of the protagonist in the collapse mentioned by many book friends in the previous article.

The character of the protagonist is already very awkward.