Yang Jian followed behind the woman in the battle robe and walked forward silently. Now, he is enduring severe pain in his right leg. "Cut! Dare to do this to me! One day, see if I don't tie you up to the East China Sea, let you be my real dragon maid!" Yang Jian cursed secretly in his heart, and followed the woman into the back hall.

After Yang Jian followed the woman into the inner hall, there was a flight of steps in front of them. "I*!" Yang Jian cursed secretly in his heart. "It's so difficult to walk on a flat ground, good guy! If you take a step, you won't have to waste it!" Yang Jian scolded directly in his heart.

"Okay, you must be scolding me in your heart, right? My name is Yuwen Mengxin, Earth Immortal Realm. You don't have to worry about it, because you are a newcomer, and I originally wanted to give you a dismount, and it is the rule of the Cultivators' Guild to dismount a novice. But...... Hehe, your leg hurts, right?" the woman introduced her name and patted Yang Jian on the shoulder. Yang Jian suddenly felt that his right leg had returned to normal.

"My father is the president of the Cultivator Guild, you should be the nephew of Gan Tao's senior, right?" Yuwen Mengxin said very flatly. "Come with me!" Yuwen Mengxin said as she slept on the steps and walked towards the second floor. Yuwen Mengxin

"It seems that your Cultivator Guild has made a lot of preparations! Did that old guy greet you in advance?" Yang Jian paused with his right leg and followed behind Yuwen Mengxin.

"Little baby, why do you respect your elders so much, is that what your parents taught you?" Yuwen Mengxin tilted her head, frowned and looked at Yang Jian who was standing side by side with herself. Yuwen Mengxin knew that the old guy in Yang Qian's mouth was referring to Gan Tao.

Yang Jian listened to Yuwen Mengxin's words and stared at Yuwen Mengxin. "I have no parents, I am an abandoned orphan. Parents, have you died a long time ago?" Yang Jian spat out a sentence very indifferently. In Yang Qian's heart, the incident at the age of four has always made Yang Jian think that he is an abandoned child. "Moreover, I live with my sister, and it is my sister who calls me to practice the truth. As for Uncle Gantao, with my sister's full strength to deal with it, I'm afraid he won't even be able to hold on to a stick of incense. Yang Jian heard Yuwen Mengxin accuse them of being polite, so he exposed some of his own things.

"Ahh We know very little about you. ...... just now, Yuwen Mengxin found that her words had poked Yang Qian's sore spot, so she apologized to Yang Qian.

"It doesn't matter. Yang Jian didn't say anything more, but followed Yuwen Mengxin to the office of the president of the Cultivator Guild.

"It's stronger than the predecessors of Gantao! Even the predecessors of Gantao will be defeated in the time of a stick of incense, what kind of realm will it be?! No wonder when the seniors of Gantao mentioned his niece, his face twitched and he opened the topic. Yuwen Mengxin thought secretly in her heart, and her originally shiny big eyes narrowed into two small slits.

"Hey, what are you thinking!" Yang Jian saw Yuwen Mengxin's eyes narrow, and suddenly stretched out his left hand and pinched Yuwen Mengxin's face!

Yuwen Mengxin was originally thinking about things, but she was successfully attacked by Yang Qian! In Yuwen Mengxin's heart, it was like hitting a Nine Heavens Xuanthunder, which scared her.

"You kid, why is this happening!" Yuwen Mengxin's cheeks suddenly turned crimson, just like the color of a peach blossom that had just opened its flower bones.

"It's nothing, it's just that the eyes of your calculating people are not good-looking, remind you. Yang Jian said expressionlessly, as if nothing had happened. And Yuwen Mengxin quickly adjusted his state and returned to his original coldness. "This kid, the prodigal son!" Yuwen Mengxin muttered to himself in his heart. Growing up, it was the first time that he was made such an intimate gesture by a man other than his father.

Yuwen Mengxin is a well-known iceberg beauty, and her strength is the first among the younger generation, and even many cultivators in the immortal realm are not its opponents. And his vision is extremely high, so all the children of the family who confessed to Yuwen Mengxin were beaten by her and broke their tendons. Over time, Yuwen Mengxin has become what people often call an "older leftover girl". Although he was not very old, no man dared to approach him. One is afraid of her strength and ruthless methods, and the other is afraid of her father's temper.

It stands to reason that with the realm gap between Yuwen Mengxin and Yang Qian, Yang Jian could not sneak attack Yuwen Mengxin. However, Yang Jian subtly used Pu Lao's ability to completely block his breath and all energy fluctuations in a short period of time, so he successfully attacked Yuwen Mengxin.

"Come in!" Yang Jian and Yuwen Mengxin had just walked to the second floor, and before they approached the office of the union president, a thick middle-aged male voice came from the office. Obviously, the realm of this guild leader is not low. Yang Jian and Yuwen Mengxin opened accounts without walking sound, and Yang Jian and Yuwen Mengxin were both suppressing their own energy fluctuations, but they were still noticed by the people in the president's office.

Yang Jian followed Yuwen Mengxin into the office, and Yang Jian saw a middle-aged man with a strong figure and a middle-aged woman with a good face. The middle-aged man stood at his desk, while the middle-aged woman stood beside him. And Yang Jian also found that on the sofa on the side, there were three people who were about the same age as him. Two women and one man, the boy was clearly excluded by the two girls.

"Father, mother. Yuwen Mengxin greeted the middle-aged men and women, and it was obvious that these two people were Yuwen Mengxin's parents. And that middle-aged man was the president of the Cultivators' Guild.

"Hmm!" Yuwen Mengxin's father nodded, "Young man, your name is Yang Qian, right? Your uncle is a strong man who deserves to be respected. Your name is homophonic to the Manifest Saint True Monarch, and I hope that you will be able to grow into a saint like the Manifest Saint True Monarch when you join the Cultivator Father! My name is Yu Wenpo, and I am the president of the Huaxia Cultivator General Guild. The middle-aged man introduced himself to Yang Qian. "This is my wife, named Wu Ying. ”

"Hello uncle! Hello aunt!" Yang Jian clasped his hands into fists and bowed to Yu Wenpo and Wu Ying. "Virtuous nephews don't have to be polite!" Yu Wenpo saw Yang Jian bow and salute, and hurriedly stepped forward to support Yang Qian's elbows.

"Xin'er, why do you have two red finger prints on your face?" Yuwen Mengxin's mother, Wu Ying, teased her daughter. In fact, Yuwen Mengxin's face didn't have any finger prints at all, but with Yuwen Po and Wu Ying's realm and perception, they could clearly perceive what was happening on the steps just now.

Hearing her mother's answer, Yuwen Mengxin hurriedly covered her right cheek. "What finger print?" Yuwen Mengxin pretended to be stupid, but the crimson on her face betrayed Yuwen Mengxin. And Yu Wenpo likes Yang Jian very much, "Child, when I see you, I really want to see my own childhood! A hero is a young man! Not only is he good, but he also has courage! Your actions just now scared me! He is good and courageous, and polite! I like it!"

Yu Wenpo stretched out his left hand and gave Yang Jian a thumbs up, and his right hand was placed on Yang Qian's shoulder. And Yang Jian suddenly felt a huge force pressing on his shoulder. But Yuwen Mengxin, who heard these words, gritted his teeth lightly and lowered his head slightly at the same time. Yuwen Mengxin heard the ridicule in her father's words.

Yang Qian, who felt the huge force on his shoulder, knew that Yu Wenpo was testing his strength. And Yang Jian didn't talk to Yuwen Po again, because he was resisting the pressure from Yuwen Po's hands with all his might. Once he spoke, he let it out in one breath, and he might be able to resist the huge force of Yu Wenpo's hand.

Yang Jian felt that the pressure on Yuwen Po's hand was not particularly great at first, and it was still within the range of resistance. But in less than a second, Yang Jian felt the pressure on Yuwen Po's hands getting bigger and bigger, reaching a range that he could barely bear anymore.

Yang Jian clenched his teeth and immediately urged the dragon qi to bless the strength of his whole body, especially his knees and lumbar spine.

"Hmph! it's amazing!" Yang Jian gradually felt the pressure on his shoulders getting bigger and bigger, even with the blessing of dragon qi, it was already beyond his bearing. Without thinking about it anymore, Yang Jian very decisively ran "Qimen Dunjia"!

"Open the door, open it!" Yang Jian roared in his heart, because he was about to lose the pressure on his shoulders.

After talking with Zhen Tao, Yang Jian already knew that in many families, there were methods similar to the second part of "Qimen Dunjia" to enhance physical abilities in a short period of time.

And Yang Jian already knew that no one would compete for his exercises.

Because almost all the cultivators in Huaxia know that this kind of exercise can only be suitable for a certain special bloodline. If you deliberately cultivate, you will explode and die. So Yang Jian is no longer ready to hide clumsily on "Qimen Dunjia". Because no one will stupidly snatch this kind of exercise. Because even if you grab it, no one can practice.

After opening the door of "Qimen Dunjia", Yang Jian was covered with white light. Yang Jian suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and he also felt that resisting the pressure on his shoulders had become easier.

"Oh, the Arhat Method!" Whether it was Wu Ying, Yuwen Po, or Yuwen Mengxin, they were all muttering quietly. Even a girl with a ponytail among the three teenagers sitting on the couch watching all this was muttering.

"Hmm, what is the Arhat Method?" the other girl asked curiously when she heard the words spoken by her companion sitting next to her.

"Arhat is a general term for a secret technique that can increase the user's physical strength and defense in a short period of time, which is a rare exercise. This is not something that everyone can learn. Our family has such ancestral exercises. I haven't mastered it yet, though. The girl who said the Arhat method explained lightly. But in her eyes, there was admiration for Yang Qian. Because this girl knows that cultivating the Arhat method is a very difficult thing.

The other girl and the boy sitting on the sofa were listening very carefully to the girl with the ponytail.

"Not everyone can practice the Arhat Method, and every Arhat Method can only be suitable for a specific lineage. Therefore, although this kind of exercise is against the sky and can allow the caster to obtain three to four times the combat power in a short period of time, not everyone can practice it. That's why cultivators never compete for such spells. Because once it is not suitable for cultivation, the caster will directly explode and die. The girl with a ponytail added the Arhat method.

"Good boy, it's amazing!" Yu Wenpo was shocked, he had already used nearly one percent of his strength, but Yang Jian didn't have a little expression on his face that he felt difficult to use correctly, and even his physical condition was normal.

"Then try two percent of the strength!" Yu Wenpo suddenly more than doubled his strength, and Yang Jian suddenly felt a lot of pressure. And the power is growing. At the realm of Yuwen Po, he was already able to control his own strength perfectly. How much power is output, all of them are in Yuwen Po's control.

"Father!" Seeing that his father had increased his strength again, Yuwen Mengxin was about to stop his father's behavior, but was stopped by his mother.

"No, I can't hold on!" Yang Jian felt that the strength on his shoulders was getting bigger and bigger, and he was already about to sing out of his tolerance. Yang Jian did not be strong, but directly burst open the door and punched Yuwen Po's lower abdomen. Yu Wenpo slowly retracted his strength, but he clearly felt that Yang Qian's endurance had just increased again, and the white light on his body was even more dazzling!

The so-called relying on willpower to resist external pressure is ridiculous in Yang Qian's opinion. Doing what you can, not being strong, is Yang Qian's creed. So Yang Jian is not ready to fight with Yuwen.

"Bang!", Yang Qian's right fist hit Yuwen Po's lower abdomen. "Hahaha! It's amazing, not only is it very resistant, but it's also quite powerful. Much better than when I was my age. Yu Wenpo laughed loudly and praised Yang Qian. And Yang Jian felt that the pressure on his shoulders gradually dissipated, and he stopped running Qimen Dunjia, and the white light also dissipated in an instant.

"This kid understands his own strength and does what he can, it's not easy! It's not like those stupid and hot-blooded guys. While thinking, Yu Wenpo glanced at the boy sitting on the sofa. If it weren't for the fact that he had the inheritance of that saint in his body, he was afraid that he would be the first to die when he fought the demon beast. ”

And the three young men and women sitting on the sofa also looked stupid. It was the first time they had heard Yu Wenpo praise someone so explicitly. You must know that Yuwenpo's deeds spread all over China. When he was also a teenager, he was already able to defeat all the older generation cultivators who were around thirty years old at the time. At that time, Yuwen Po had already become a myth in the Huaxia cultivation world. And Yuwen Po also successfully won the title of "Chinese God of War"!

It is already very proud to be so praised by the current god of war.

And after Yuwen Mengxin saw her mother's strange eyes, she lowered her head again, and her cheeks were crimson. “...... Isn't his own behavior a little too explicit? Father must have been measured. Alas, what's wrong with me?!"