From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Dilapidated old house.

The siege is drawing to a close.

The thin man ignored the two people behind him who were hacking into his flesh and blood, and forcibly pulled off the arm of an armored soldier. After taking the knife, he suddenly chopped back. The warrior's internal energy vibrated violently, and actually shattered the man's armor.

But the others did not show any intention of retreating. These soldiers were all family-born children who had been raised since childhood. They had been dependent on the Han family for generations. In addition to loyalty, they also had a subtle inertia.

Four armed soldiers thrust their cold iron spears into the man's waist, penetrating more than a foot, but were cut off by the sharp blades.

Seeing that seven people had died in the battle in the courtyard, Han Yushu's eyes were burning, and he asked, "What level is he at? He has killed seven armors and is still not exhausted."

The middle-aged aide knew that the young master had never fought with the soldiers. After all, even if he was from a prominent family, wasting armor without reason would be considered a waste of money and the person would have to kneel in the ancestral hall. Fine armor was the heritage passed down from generation to generation in the family.

"Young Master is making rapid progress. You don't need to worry about this little thing. Generally speaking, cultivation is divided into nine grades to one grade. The lower three grades can damage armor but cannot break it. Dozens of ordinary bare-handed strong men can't get close to them. The middle three grades can break less than six armors. As for the third and second grade masters, they can generally break eight or nine armors, or even ten and one or two. In the battle, the second grade has the support of his comrades, so he deserves the word "Yi Yi". Therefore, the second grade is also called a small master. It is not a problem for him to establish a sect in the martial arts world, and he will also have face if he is shown around."

The middle-aged staff hesitated for a moment and said, "Young Master, you are now a master who has taken a half-step into the ranks of a minor master, and so is this spy. However, I think there is no need for a fight. Even if you win, it will not be a fair victory. The Han family's jade tree should not focus on such a low point. The master sent you here to supervise the battle, just to let you broaden your horizons."

Han Yushu nodded. He had never tried to understand the basic realm because he was only interested in truly magnificent scenery.

According to the man from the East China Sea Wu Di City, the first grade above the second grade is the starting point of cultivation. This level is divided into the Vajra Realm, the Mysterious Finger Realm and the Celestial Realm. Above that are the unfathomable and countless land immortals in the world.

After entering the first level, Confucianism and Taoism can directly reach the celestial phenomena, Taoism can be promoted to Zhixuan, and Buddhism can be promoted to Vajra Realm.

Apart from this, other paths, including those taken by warriors, mostly require one to take one step at a time and pass through these three passes in sequence.

However, due to the lack of necessary footwork, the actual combat power of the people of the three religions is one level lower than that of other guys at the same level. Some top masters jokingly call them "paper people."

As for the real situation, we have to fight to know.

……

In the yard, someone was eating bark at a very even pace.

He only had one magic trick and one technique with him on this journey.

The military tactics of the military strategists and the thieves of the sages.

The first step in pure martial arts practice is to dissipate all the true qi or spiritual energy in the body.

Standing between heaven and earth with a breath of pure energy.

The fundamental idea of ​​the military strategy of Wuzu is that the pawns crossing the river on the road of martial arts should have a state of mind in which there is no one in front of them.

The specific context is the same as here.

The ninth level is to create a natal acupoint in the whole body, which then stimulates vital energy.

In this regard, Jiang Yuan chose the Hegu point at the base of his right hand, mainly to improve his immediate combat power.

The process of stopping countless old soldiers from gaining their strength was completed in an instant.

A distinct warmth came from the palms of my hands, like bathing in a hot spring. I felt relaxed and my strength increased at the same time. This energy will continue to strengthen the corresponding parts of my body.

Someone who has already reached the ninth rank has never stopped. The vitality of plants and trees absorbed by the Saint Stealer is enough for him to continue.

The eighth level requires the birth of multiple natal acupoints to allow the Qi to flow, like a giant python swinging its tail, so that the force can be effectively released.

The number of natal acupoints that can be born in a person's lifetime is limited. Because they need to consume the fixed vitality at birth, the concept of "natal" came into being. Some famous people will go downhill after being seriously injured, which is closely related to this.

Jiang Yuan consumed all the vitality of the plants and trees and refined the nine acupoints on his right hand.

The excellence of Wuzu Fa for this realm lies in "gathering", which makes the nearby natal acupoints ignite "bonfires" in order to burn the blood evil on the battlefield and cultivate oneself. At this point, the eighth level realm is completed.

The seventh level is the only stage in the early and middle stages where a warrior can have some extraordinary qualities.

Specifically, various unique moves are derived from the methods and natal acupoints.

There are nine superior methods in Wu Zu Fa to choose from. Jiang Yuan chose the Soul-Slaying Fist, which, as the name suggests, relies on the "bonfire" in the body to burn the enemy's soul.

There was no need to comprehend. From the moment he confirmed it, he had successfully been promoted to the seventh rank.

When Jiang Yuan stood up, he broke through to the sixth level, but he regressed to the seventh level.

He was ready to refine the 365 acupoints into his own acupoints. A bonfire wasn't powerful enough, so he would turn his whole body into a furnace. A warrior's foundation was extremely important. The higher the road, the more dangerous the building would only become shaky.

If one wants to break the destiny predestined by heaven, stealing is enough for a saint, provided that one obtains enough vitality.

On the loess wall, the crow, who hadn't even looked at the siege scene, looked dazed and stupid.

It took about ten minutes for him to grow from a frail boy to a seventh-rank warrior, but for nine minutes and forty-five seconds of that time, this guy was eating grass and gnawing on tree bark.

It's a qualification that even a blind man can see.

Although the Jiang family has fallen to the point where it is unbearable to look at, at least there was a first-class family among their ancestors. How could a bunch of useless people not know how to feed their precious baby when they were alive and eat grass without changing their expressions? One can imagine how hard their lives were in the past.

At the same time, the siege ended.

The thin man had eleven pieces of armor broken, and looked like a madman before his death.

There was basically no example of Beiliang's Fushuifang spies surrendering. Everyone knew that the Beiliang King was extremely powerful and surrendering would only make life worse than death. It would be useless to be imprisoned in the capital's Tianlao.

Han Yushu turned his head and looked at someone. In just ten minutes, the other person seemed to have undergone some inexplicable changes, but he couldn't tell the specific differences.

"killed."

The soldiers who survived the siege perked up after hearing this.

"Master, we have already obtained the sword manual, there is no need..."

"He saw us killing the Beiliang spy, so he deserves to die. It is customary not to expose things in the dark, but who can guarantee that the king of another surname will always be happy? Will you take the responsibility?"

The middle-aged staff looked at the young man and couldn't help but say, "I have never seen such a handsome man in my life. If he is recruited into the family and trained in poetry and songs, he will definitely be a unique jade carving boy in the world in the future. He can enter the court and be favored by the emperor. He can also travel around the world to make connections for the family. If the master were here, he would definitely not waste such a talent."

The soldiers were in a dilemma. Although the second young master Han was not the eldest son, he was so handsome and had long been recognized as the heir both inside and outside the family. His words carried a lot of weight, but the staff were also important confidants of the master who always stayed by his side and represented the master's opinions to some extent.

Han Yushu's forehead was bulging with veins, and he shouted in a low voice, "You really don't know why I killed him!?"

The middle-aged aide remained silent. The other party was doted on by the elders. When he saw a pauper easily surpassing him in some aspects, he naturally felt dissatisfied. Since the pauper was already a pauper, his malicious intent would be infinitely magnified. Today, they took away the Jiang family sword manual, which added fuel to the fire.

"Don't move, we will settle the matter slowly later."

"Young Master, why don't you do it yourself? Are you still holding on to that pride and deceiving yourself?"

"you this……"

"Hey, why are you guys arguing again?"

(End of this chapter)