Yang Jian sat in the rearranged house, looking at the wall, unable to calm down for a long time. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He didn't continue to study the copper coin, but only quietly thought about today's scene.

Today's harvest is naturally incomparably huge, no matter what he has gained in all aspects, but in his opinion, the biggest gain is the change in his mentality.

Dare to face such a powerful pangolin, dare to attack him, and finally forget life and death, and use every ounce of strength to attack the pangolin, which was impossible to happen before.

Maybe like him before, be timid, be able to avoid strong enemies, if you can't avoid it, you know how to bow your head, know how to beg for mercy, and maybe live longer, but if it's still like that, you will never be able to become a strong person, even if you are given strong strength, you are not a strong person.

And this world is a world dominated by the strong, only by becoming a strong man will there be dignity and everything, Yang Jian suddenly found that he also wants to be a strong man today.

Today is Yang Jian's first battle in the real sense, and this battle has extraordinary significance for Yang Jian.

In short, a lot of things happened today, and Yang Jian has changed a lot because of today.

Yang Jian sat and pondered for a while, then sighed, Su stood up and silently pushed open the door of the house.

I don't know when, the sky was dark, the wind was very cool, as if with the moonlight, sprinkled on the earth.

A cool breeze blew his messy hair, and Yang Jian realized that his inch of hair had grown very long, almost shoulder-length, which also showed that he had been in this world for a long time.

For such a long time, he has also had a deep connection and concern in this world.

Yang Jian couldn't help but look to the north, where walked his seven relatives and seven nephews in this world, and now that they were suffering again, maybe in a few days, they would die completely.

"Time is running out!" Yang Jian thought silently.

He withdrew his gaze, his heart a little heavy.

He walked slowly towards the center of the tribe, and Yang Jian saw that the people of the tribe were busy, making final preparations for the upcoming sacrifice.

Seeing Yang Jian, everyone saluted him, and now they all know that he is "Totem Lord" from time to time, but everyone still respects him, because he is a psychic of the tribe, a person who can communicate with the "Totem Lord", and because of the courage and strength he shows today.

He was the only one who hurt the powerful pangolin before the Kunpeng totem made a move, he cut off the pangolin's tongue, and he also saved a person, all of which was in the eyes of the tribesmen, who felt that only Yang Jian himself was worthy of respect.

Yang Jian slowly walked into the square, this place is the most lively, gathering ninety percent of the population of the tribe, after a while, a few people who come out to post the sentry, the rest of them will also come over.

Yang Jian walked through the square, everyone took the initiative to make way for him, and he walked up to the altar smoothly, he was one of the few people in the tribe who were qualified to stand here, and he was the most qualified one, no one would stop him.

Yang Jian looked down from this altar, looking at the people who were looking at him, and suddenly he had a new feeling, he only felt a little heavy on his body, and he realized something called responsibility.

The gourd baby has made Yang Jian unbearable, and now he has to block this kind of pressure, if it was Yang Jian in the past, he would probably have begun to think about escaping.

But tonight, Yang Jian didn't have that kind of thought, he felt the strength from this pressure, this heavy pressure, and he felt the strength that he had never felt before.

The spirit in Yang Jian's body suddenly jumped out, and in an instant, it broke away from his body and flew into the sky.

This time it was not the same uncontrollable out-of-body as the previous times, but Yang Jian deliberately wanted to come out to take a look, and wanted to swim in the sky.

When the cold wind came out, Yang Jian's primordial spirit did not move, although he felt the cold, but Yang Jian only felt cold and cold, but it was not uncomfortable, but it made people more and more clear.

The moonlight converged towards Yang Jian, not evaporating Yang Jian's soul, but being absorbed by Yang Jian's soul, and after absorbing a large amount of moonlight, Yang Jian's spirit was much cleaner, showing a pure white color.

Yang Jian's heart is strong, he can naturally control stronger power, and the things that can cause harm to him in the past may now become nourishment for him to become stronger.

Although he didn't try to withstand the daylight, Yang Jian knew that he would definitely be able to withstand it, and he could feel that he had reached the realm of day travel.

And with such rapid progress, Yang Jian did not feel that the foundation was more unstable than before, but felt that the foundation had been solidified a lot.

"Cultivation is not just about meditating and refining qi!" Yang Jian suddenly had a realization in his heart.

His spirit circled around the sky, and when he saw that everything seemed to be ready, he immediately saw where his body was, and rushed down.

There was still a resistance emanating from his body, but Yang Jian's thoughts broke as soon as he moved, and he returned to his body without much pause.

Immediately, he felt that the body was different, before he relied on the power of the wish to condense the Yin God, and took a trick, compared to the Taoist monks who really relied on their own visualization and refined the qi and transformed the gods to this point, his flesh ~ body and the soul were not closely connected, and the physique was almost separated, but at this moment the estrangement seemed to be gone, he felt that the flesh ~ body and the soul have been closely linked, complementing each other, the true qi of the dantian is constantly transformed into divine thoughts, strengthening his divine soul, and the divine soul has drawn more heaven and earth essence into the body, transforming more true qi to nourish the physical body, both of which are progressing at a faster rate。

"That's what cultivation is!" Yang Jian couldn't help but secretly think, there was a feeling that he was still looking at a mountain.

Yang Jian was thinking about it, when suddenly he felt that the atmosphere around him didn't seem right, and then he came back to his senses.

He only found out that it was Bai Jian and others who suddenly walked into the square, everyone was quiet, and the atmosphere on the field changed.

Bai Jian walked up to the stage, glanced at Yang Jian, and suddenly frowned, he found that Yang Jian seemed to be different again.

"What's wrong?" Yang Jian asked with a smile.

"It's nothing!" Bai Jian hurriedly adjusted and asked, "Everything is ready, do you think it's time to start?"

Yang Jian nodded, and he didn't need to be taught, so he took out the animal skin with the Kunpeng totem from his arms, unfolded it, and spread it to the prepared position in front of him.

Bai Jian saw that Yang Jian was unwilling to preside over the following affairs, and immediately took over the errand, his eyes were blazing, he swept over the people below, and then said loudly: "Sacrifice!"

Yang Jian saw Bai Jian's performance in front of him, and seemed to steal the limelight from him, but he didn't care much about it.

This kind of indifference is not because he is powerless and does not dare to care, but because there is no need for it, because he no longer needs to rely on these to play with his sense of existence and majesty.