Brother Zhetian Yang

Chapter 42 Li Ming
Yang Xingchen practiced for more than a month and completely consolidated the first level of the Tao Palace Secret Realm.

It took almost a year to practice this time and break through to the secret realm of Tao Palace.

Yang Xingchen was twenty-two years old. He left the cave and went back to see his son and Fangfang.

A cozy family of four.

During the day, he taught his son the scientific and technological civilization of the earth, and at night, he baptized his body with the power of the stars.

When I am not practicing at night, I rest with Fangfang.

After about three months of this happy and simple life, Fangfang became pregnant again.

On this day, Yang Xingchen and Fangfang were sunbathing and chatting without a word. A ray of divine light flew past and landed on Xiaonan Peak.

A young man wearing blue clothes and looking very arrogant landed in front of Yang Xingchen.

"Senior Brother Yang is so elegant, and he and Senior Sister Hua are so loving."

Yang Xingchen took a look and saw that it was Li Ming who had entered Taixuan Sect together.

At this time, Li Ming had just reached the realm of Mingquan, which was about the peak of Mingquan. He had not yet broken through to the realm of Shenqiao.

"It turns out to be Brother Li. I wonder why you are here today?" Yang Xingchen stood up and said.

"Yongyong, go get a seat for your Uncle Li," Fangfang ordered.

"I received an errand today. The competition between the disciples on the main peaks will start in five months. I am here to inform you and prepare yourself." Li Ming said as he took out an envelope. letter.

Yang Xingchen took it casually and looked at it carefully.

"Uncle Li, please sit down!" Yongyong was five years old. He was very strong and moved out another large chair.

"Good boy, you are great! Uncle will leave after delivering the letter!" Li Ming patted Yongyong on the shoulder.

Yongyong carried the Taishi chair away without saying a word.

"Put it there, don't move it away yet, let your Uncle Li sit and drink some tea before leaving." Fangfang said with a smile.

The battle between the major peaks is to temper the disciples of Taixuan Sect and maintain their bloodiness and bravery.

Each main peak has to send some people to participate, but almost everyone will take a turn, and they have to fight at least ten times before they can give up.

But fortunately, these are all battles between the same level. Except for the peerless genius like Hua Yunfei who can fight across boundaries, ordinary Taixuanmen disciples are all duels between monks of the same level.

"Senior Brother Yang, I wonder where your cultivation level is now? I always feel that you are unfathomable." Li Ming asked.

"What do you think I am now?" Yang Xingchen said with a smile.

"Is it already the realm of Shenqiao?" Li Ming asked.

"Yeah!" Yang Xingchen shook his head.

"What do you mean?" Li Ming said, "Let me try your cultivation!"

Li Ming is also twenty-two years old this year, one month younger than Yang Xingchen.

He tempers his body with the power of the stars every day and practices diligently. He has reached the peak of the Life Spring realm and is about to break through to the Shenqiao realm.

His body was countless times stronger than before, and his heart was full of confidence.

At this time, he was tall and tall, with a pair of palms like two small cattail fans, as transparent as crystal, and his whole body was exuding little bits of starlight.

"Senior Brother Yang, please don't overdo it. If it doesn't work, just hum. Don't let me break your body with a slap." Li Ming reminded.

Yang Xingchen laughed and strode forward. At this time, he was tall and physically strong.

"Li Ming, your body is much stronger than before, but you are not good enough in front of me. Try your best." "Well, I hope you are not harsh. Don't be hit. Stay in bed for a few years.”

His palms were completely transparent, and countless divine powers were flowing. A strong wind whined as his palms moved forward.

Yang Xingchen slapped him casually, just like waving his hand to shoo away flies.

His palm instantly turned blue, like a sapphire exuding starlight, shining brightly and twinkling with starlight.

With a bang, Li Ming's right hand crackled, the bones were broken inch by inch, and the clothes on his body exploded into ashes.

Judging from his transparent body, his right arm was like broken porcelain, densely covered with cracks.

"Oops, I didn't control my strength well. Could I have beaten this Li Ming to death?" Yang Xingchen took action for the first time, but he didn't control his strength well.

"Ah...Senior Brother Yang, you..." Li Ming let out a scream. If Yang Xingchen hadn't recovered most of his divine power in time, Li Ming's body might have been destroyed.

"Ah, Junior Brother Li, I didn't control my strength well and you were injured!"

Yang Xingchen wrapped his body with the light of the stars, then took healing medicine and applied it to him, then clamped his arm with a wooden stick and bandaged it.

"Senior Brother Yang, your strength is too strong! There is so much difference between you and me! Could it be that you have already reached the other side realm?" Li Ming said with a bitter smile.

Li Ming drank a cup of tea here, chatted for a few words with Yang Xingchen, and left in a hurry.

When he came, he was very handsome, with jade trees facing the wind. When he left, he was carrying a broken arm, and his back was somewhat embarrassed.

A cultivator does not care about being injured, but at his level, he does not have the ability to regenerate with blood. If he is injured, he can only take medicine to slowly recover, or be baptized with the power of the stars.

According to Yang Xingchen's estimation, it will take at least a month for Li Ming to recover as before.

If you want to blame, blame this guy for being too cheap. Why is he weighing Yang Xingchen when he has nothing to do?
To be honest, Yang Xingchen doesn't like to expose his strength. He is very satisfied with his current life.

He has a wife and children, and no one bothers him.

Now Yang Xingchen is already in the first level of the Dao Palace. Although this cultivation speed is far inferior to that of Hua Yunfei in the four-pole secret realm, he is still considered a little genius in Taixuan.

In this sect competition, if you can get through it, you can get through it. If you can't get through it, you will have to expose your strength to some extent.

After all, gold will shine wherever it is. With Yang Xingchen's strength, once he fights, there are probably not many people at the same level in Taixuan Sect who are stronger than him.

After all, Yang Xingchen has completed the practice of all nine levels of the Turtle Shell Sutra. It can be said that his body has become powerful. If he continues to practice, it can even be said to have the appearance of a king.

In Taixuanmen, there are really not many people who can meet this standard.

Nowadays, Yang Xingchen has been immersed in practicing martial arts and only knows some relatively superficial methods of using divine power.

He decided to practice some secret techniques, and then asked the elders of South China for some materials to refine some offensive weapons.

Those skills and secrets can enhance attack power, and refining weapons can also enhance attack power.

Regardless of the physique of the Holy Body Tyrant, weapons of the same level would be broken at a touch, but how many people can reach their kind of physique?

Therefore, most people are still ordinary practitioners. Even if it is a fight between novices, the weapon becomes important, especially when the strength of the two people is evenly matched.

With Yang Xingchen's current physique, he still needs a handy weapon as an aid.

Elder Huanan was quite diligent in sending precious medicinal materials, but he seemed to have forgotten. He had never sent Yang Xingchen materials for weapon refining, and he didn't even ask what kind of weapon Yang Xingchen was practicing.

If he knew that Yang Xingchen's weapon of enlightenment was the Star Cauldron, he would probably praise Yang Xingchen as a genius. After all, the Bell Cauldron Pagoda is not something that cats and dogs can easily refine.

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