In the dim and cold room, a half-grown teenager lay on the bed.

He stared, looking at the carved and painted beams on the roof in a slightly confused manner, and whispered to himself: "Unexpectedly, not only did I not die, but I was also reborn, and even the name is the same, also called Yang Yi, is it a coincidence?"

In his previous life, Yang Yi was a college student obsessed with ancient martial arts in China on Earth, and he usually likes to collect all kinds of things related to ancient martial arts, worn-out antique gun heads, half-cut broken swords, all kinds of strange and strange, marked with boxing books from a certain era.

As long as it is related to Gu Wu, he likes to collect it. And he once followed a square dance old man, learned Xingyi boxing for half a year, and practiced a strange power.

Not long ago, Yang Yi mail-ordered a small box of antiques from a certain treasure, which contained a three-inch-long sword, a black bead the size of a dragon's eye, and two rings.

The seller snorted and cried on the Internet, and swore that this was a treasure handed down from his ancestors, which had been passed down for more than ten generations, and if he was not in a hurry to save his life, he would never take it out and sell it.

After Yang Yi bought it back, he couldn't wait to unpack it, and as soon as he picked up the small sword and black beads, he crossed the ...... inexplicably

Yang Yi felt that his nerves were a little big, if other people encountered such a thing, the soul was his own, but the body became another person, he was afraid that he would go crazy, and he was actually a little happy when he learned about it.

After lying down for almost half an hour, the two different memories were almost fused.

From the memory of the original owner, he knew that the world he was in now was a world that admired martial arts and respected strength.

In the whole world, almost everyone practices martial arts, and it is almost every warrior's dream to become a martial arts powerhouse and reach the top.

Even the supreme power of the entire world is in the hands of the strongest martial arts.

Ordinary people have a low status in this world, and their lives are like ants, and they may die at the hands of warriors or fierce beasts at any time.

In my memory, I am the first martial arts family in Changshan Town, the son of the Yang family, I left home at the age of ten, and was sent by my father to the primary class of the Changshan Martial Arts Academy in Changshan City to practice martial arts.

As long as you can go further, refine a breath of internal qi, and reach the fourth layer of the body refining realm, you will be able to become a real martial artist, have the opportunity to become an official disciple of the Changshan Martial Academy, join the Changshan City Martial Arts Battalion, and become a glorious martial artist.

God seems to have played a joke with Yang Yi, for a whole year, he practiced hard day and night, but even a set of basic Changshan boxing methods passed down by the martial arts academy could only be practiced to the third form, and he couldn't comprehend the fourth form for a long time, so he has not been able to practice internal strength.

The students of the same period as him, after entering the advanced class, practiced their internal strength in the fastest month, became an official disciple of the martial arts academy, and joined the martial arts battalion. The slowest only took three or four months to develop internal strength.

The registered disciples of the junior class and intermediate class of the Martial Academy are only eleven or twelve years old, and some have even completed the tempering of their muscles and bones, catching up with him, a disciple of the senior class who is about to graduate.

In more than a month, at the beginning of the new semester, even if the advanced class is completely over, if he can't reach the fourth layer of the refining realm at that time, he will be swept out of the house by the martial arts academy and return to the Yang family in Changshan Town, and from then on he will be an ordinary ordinary person and end up in the village.

When Yang Yi recalled this, he couldn't help but want to explode.

"Since God has let my soul travel and come to this world where martial arts are admired and strength is respected, how can I be willing to be mediocre, become an ordinary person, and end up in the countryside?

Yang Yi was a madman obsessed with ancient martial arts in his previous life, and now he has a great opportunity to be reborn in the martial arts world, how can he be mediocre?

"I remember that the set of Xingyi Boxing I learned in my previous life is the internal boxing method, and in the next month, I will practice Changshan Boxing and Xingyi Boxing, and I must cultivate internal force!"

With his mind already decided, Yang Yi couldn't help but think of the humiliation he had suffered a few days ago.

Yang Yi was under pressure, and he had no intention of going home during the winter vacation, so he decided to stay in the martial arts academy and practice Changshan boxing.

One afternoon a few days ago, when he was practicing his boxing skills in the martial arts arena of the martial arts academy, he was humiliated by Han Jiang, a student who was also in the advanced class.

Han Jiang is from Qingxi Town, and his family is just ordinary fishermen, not a martial arts family, and it is rare for such a poor disciple to be able to enter the Changshan Martial Academy.

I heard that his place was bought by his father with his own life.

Yang Yi usually sees that his life is relatively pitiful, and he has taken out his private money many times to help him.

Han Jiang was not grateful for this, but took revenge, and after cultivating his internal strength recently, his ugly face was completely exposed, and he humiliated Yang Yi in public in the martial arts arena, and even injured Yang Yi.

If it weren't for the good conditions at home and being able to buy some better healing medicines, Yang Yi might have fallen into the root of lifelong disability this time.

"The human heart is sinister, and the world of martial artists is even more so. ”

From the experience of this incident, Yang Yi realized a truth.

People like Han Jiang have a dark heart, and they treat Yang Yi's kindness as charity and humiliation.

He waited until he surpassed Yang Yi in martial arts, felt that Yang Yi's talent was too poor, and this life stopped there, so he exposed his ugly nature and humiliated Yang Yi fiercely to satisfy his twisted and dark psychology.

"Grass, this revenge must be avenged. ”

Yang Yi clenched his fists, his eyes cold.

"The martial arts battalion must also join, otherwise there will be no opportunity to enter a more advanced place and learn more advanced martial arts. ”

Putting down his fist, Yang Yi's mind flew to a place that fascinated him even more.

Changshan City is only one of the more than a hundred martial cities in Lingyun Mansion, and the martial arts academy and martial arts camp in the city are only branches for the Lingyun faction to train outer disciples.

If Changshan City is the behemoth of the eight towns in the territory, then the Lingyun faction is a transcendent force that overrides the entire Lingyun Mansion.

The truly talented martial artists were selected early and worshiped the Lingyun faction.

Yang Yi remembered that in his family, there were several cousins and cousins with extraordinary talents, who were not sent to the Martial Academy, but were made an exception by the Lingyun faction to be included in the door wall early.

Of course, most of the other disciples of the Yang family are similar to Yang Yi, or even slightly inferior.

They are not as lucky as Yang Yi, they can be sent to the martial arts academy to study, and they can only stay in the clan in Changshan Town to learn and practice martial arts.

Yang Yi's father, Yang Xuanlin, was the commander of the martial arts battalion in Changshan City, and he had an old relationship with the city lord for many years, so he could send Yang Yi, who was generally talented, to the Changshan Martial Arts Academy for further study.

"You have to eat the rice one bite at a time, and you have to do things step by step, first refine your internal strength, join the martial arts battalion, and seek revenge on Han Jiang. Then, before the age of fifteen, cultivate to the ninth layer of the Body Refining Realm and participate in the Lingyun Sect's introductory disciple assessment!"

After setting his goal, Yang Yi got up, left the room, and came to the courtyard.

Changshan boxing method has a total of nine strokes, the first six strokes, is the basic boxing method of "practicing muscles and bones outside, practicing a breath inside", there is no name, to the seventh stroke, only began to have a name, respectively, "Hengyun", "Dianxing" and "Dragon Roar Mountain".

Yang Yi closed his eyes and first went through the fist style in his mind, recalling in his heart the experience and state of practicing the fist method in his previous life.

Yang Yi didn't know how many times he had practiced this boxing method before, and the previous boxing style had long been imprinted in his mind.

After finding the state, Yang Yi jumped to the middle of the courtyard and practiced one move at a time.

This time I practiced boxing, and the feeling was completely different from before, three basic boxing methods, one move and one style of practice, without any stagnation and smoothness, as simple as eating and drinking.

He took advantage of the situation to play the fourth move, then the fifth, then the sixth, until the seventh move, "Hengyun"!

Crackling!

A faint explosion of muscles and bones exploded on the swinging right arm.

Then a faint stream of heat was slowly born in the meridians of the right arm.

"It worked!"

Yang Yi was slightly surprised in his heart, but he didn't feel much surprise. In his previous life, he also relied on Xingyi Boxing to refine his internal strength, and he was no stranger to it.

"Han Jiang, wait, I will let you understand the fate of En's revenge! ”

Yang Yi knows very well the truth of striking while the iron is hot, and practicing a trace of internal force is nothing, refining the internal force can swim in the meridians, and finally merge into the Qi Sea Dantian, which can be regarded as truly stepping into the fourth layer of the refining realm.

Yang Yi closed his eyes, relaxed, and then repeated the practice of the first seven moves of Changshan Boxing over and over again.

Punch the right bow, swing the left bow, and punch the punch with the step...... The seventh move is "Hengyun".

......

After practicing more than a dozen times in succession, the internal qi in the meridians of the right arm continued to grow, from a thread, to a wisp, from a wisp to a wisp, and the speed of running also changed from the initial slowness to flowing water, constantly accelerating.

After dozens of times, Yang Yi was sweating profusely, feeling that all his strength had been squeezed out.

Finally, that internal qi rushed all the way down the meridians, rushed into the lower abdomen qi sea part, merged into the dantian, and turned into a small group of internal breath, dormant and unmoving.

"At the beginning of the fourth layer of the Body Refining Realm, it was successful!"

Yang Yi's tiredness was swept away, and his expression was excited.