Martial arts master: My aptitude depends entirely on the pile of exercises

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Li Genshen hastily persuaded: "Oh, Lord Xiang, don't worry."

"Huh? What?"

"If you do it in the city, this large sum of money will be distributed to the gang, how much can you get?"

"You mean..."

Li Genshen leaned close to his ear and whispered:

"Why don't we suppress the news, pretend not to know, and wait until the Yang family leaves the city to make a move. Without anyone noticing, the money will be yours, Lord Xiang, by then?"

"Hiss... you bastard! Good!"

Wu Bing burst into a smile on his face...

Chapter 13 Tianyang Success!Go to the meeting alone!

Early the next morning, Zheng Yuandong came to the Yang Mansion early and found Yang Can:

"Master Yang, I went back last night and thought about it, and I don't think I'm suitable for business, so let's forget about the deal."

Yang Can smiled:

"Oh, that's okay, we'll just find someone else."

"Yes, the Yang family's business is still easy to sell." Zheng Yuandong replied, hesitated for a while, and asked suddenly:

"Well, Young Master Yang, is your Yang family planning to...leave Yuecheng?"

"how could be!"

Yang Can's expression was obviously paused, and even his voice was a little weak:

"Ahem, it's just that there is a problem with the family business, so I just want to sell it to get blood."

"Oh, so that's the case."

Zheng Yuandong had a panoramic view of his expression, with a smile on his face, he didn't say any more, but his heart became more and more certain that the Yang family was going to leave Yuecheng.

It's just that it's not easy for him to ask when to leave this point, and according to the current situation, Yang Can will not tell him.

After leaving the Yang Mansion, Zheng Yuandong, who was thinking of a way, suddenly saw Sun Wenyue walking over with a dull face.

He hurried forward, stopped the other party from opening his mouth and said:

"Master Sun, are you safe?"

"Oh, it's the owner Zheng!" Sun Wenyue seemed to be thinking about something, and was a little surprised to see him, and asked:

"It's okay, what's the matter?"

Zheng Yuandong nodded and said:

"It's like this, did you hear the conversation between Yang's father and son a few days ago? It seems that they want to leave Yuecheng..."

Sun Wenyue was silent for a while, then nodded with an ugly face and said:

"indeed."

"Actually, it's not such a bad idea. In the current world, Da Chu may come calling at any time, and everyone will lose their lives. It's better to find a safe place now, don't you think?"

Zheng Yuandong asked tentatively.

Sun Wenyue was a little confused, and asked a question:

"what do you mean?"

Zheng Yuandong pretended to be embarrassed:

"Hey, well, I want to leave with the Yang family, but I'm afraid that Young Master Yang won't agree. No, you have a good relationship with him. I want you to help me say something nice."

"Are you going too?" Sun Wenyue was a little surprised.

"That's right, I can't stay in this ghost place for a long time, and I just left with the Yang family."

Sun Wenyue looked at him strangely, and finally said:

"I see. It happened that Young Master Yang was looking for me. I'll go and talk to him."

"Hey! Thank you, Mr. Sun!" Zheng Wendong quickly thanked.

"It's okay."

Sun Wenyue waved his hand and entered Yang's mansion without hesitation, while Zheng Yuandong was waiting for news outside the mansion.

After a while, Sun Wenyue came out, the dull look on his face disappeared, and he smiled at Zheng Yuandong:

"Master Zheng, congratulations! The young master agreed, we will set off at midnight three days later, and he told you to prepare everything in these few days!"

"That's great!" Zheng Yuandong looked joyful, and suddenly asked again:

"Wait, you just said us?"

"Not bad." Sun Wenyue nodded with a smile and said:

"I think what you said before is quite reasonable, so I also plan to leave together. When the time comes, you and I will meet up with the young master."

"Oh, good."

Zheng Yuandong doesn't care about this trivial matter, he is impatiently preparing to report to Lord Wuxiang...

three days later.

After dinner, Yang Can sat cross-legged in the room and practiced peacefully.

Time passed, and it would be midnight soon.

At this time, Yang Can's cheeks flushed suddenly, his temples on both sides bulged slightly, and a burst of invisible force suddenly radiated from his body, knocking all the surrounding objects away.

Amidst the crackling sound, Yang Can suddenly opened his eyes, his face full of joy:

"It's done!"

After several months of painstaking practice, he finally mastered the family-passed Tianyang Kung Fu!

Yang Can glanced at the panel:

Exercise:

Tianyang Kung Fu (1% of the first glimpse of the first stage) special effect: Gang Jin level 1 (slightly increases the power of true energy)

Black Tiger Boxing (3% mastery of 92 realms)

……

Qualification: 60 talented

"This family-inherited exercise is really not simple, but just after practicing it, there is an extra special effect, and a full seven points of aptitude have been added!"

Yang Can squeezed his fist to feel the power:

"Tsk, I guess I have increased my strength by six or seven hundred catties compared to before! My current overall strength should be around one thousand and eight hundred catties, which is not far from a rank eight martial artist."

Ninth-rank warriors use the strength of a thousand catties as their bottom line.

An eighth-rank martial artist needs two thousand catties.

A warrior of the seventh rank needs four thousand catties, and for the sixth rank, it needs ten thousand catties of strength!

"Chan'er, are you okay?"

At this time, Yang Rong, who heard the noise, hurried in.

Yang Can replied:

"Father, I'm fine, I was just practicing."

"That's good, that's good." Yang Rong heaved a sigh of relief, but the worry on his face still didn't melt away.

"Father, are you okay recently?"

Yang Can was a little worried. In the past half month, Yang Rong's complexion was not very good, and he seemed to have something on his mind.

"I'm fine, what can I do." Yang Rongqiang waved his hands with a smile:

"It's you, you are sure tonight... Wait, what happened to your temple... You have practiced Tianyang Kungfu!?"

His voice suddenly rose three degrees, and he almost jumped up.

"Father, how do you know?" Now it was Yang Can's turn to be surprised.

Yang Rong explained with a look of surprise:

"When I first practiced the Yang family's family-inherited kungfu, my temples on both sides would bulge a little because of too much strength! You, have you really mastered it?"

Even with the hard evidence, he still couldn't believe it.

Yang Can stretched out his hand and touched his head. The temples on both sides were indeed swollen a lot. He looked at the messy room and said with a smile:

"Yeah, I just practiced it, and it ended up making the room like this, but why is it called Gang Jin? Shouldn't it be called True Qi or Inner Strength?"

"Strength is also a manifestation of true energy." Yang Rong's eyes were a little red, and he nodded repeatedly:

"Wow, my Yang family finally has hope!"

"Hope? What hope?"

Yang Can didn't quite understand for a while, but he just practiced Tianyang Kung Fu, so this reaction was a bit too big.

Yang Rong wiped his eyes and said:

"Don't ask too much, it's a good thing that you have practiced the family-inherited exercises.

By the way, it's almost midnight, don't you still have something to do? "

"Too."

Yang Can remembered that he still had an appointment tonight.

"Go, the carriage is already waiting outside." Yang Rong reminded, and after thinking about it, he said seriously:

"In addition, my Yang family's family-inherited exercise is not called Tianyang Kungfu, but Tiangang Yuanyang Jue!"

"What." Yang Can was startled, and asked, "Then why are you..."

Yang Rong waved his hand and interrupted:

"Hey, it's a long story. After you come back, I'll tell you one by one. Go."

Yang Can had no choice but to leave first as midnight was approaching.

And Yang Rong looked at the back of his son leaving, showing a gratified smile.

He was actually a little worried before, but now he is very confident in his heart. The Tiangang Yuanyang Jue passed down in his family is not an ordinary skill...

Not long after, a carriage slowly drove out of Yang's house and headed out of the city.

crunch...

The sound of the wheels rolling over the road was so harsh in the silent night sky.

A crescent moon in the sky seemed to be frightened and hid in the clouds.

The wilderness a few miles away from Yuecheng.

The carriage slowly stopped.

Blocking it was Wu Bing, the incense master of the Yueyang Gang who was carrying a huge mallet.

Beside him were four men with fierce faces.

"Pfft!" Wu Bing spat out the weeds in his mouth, stared at the carriage with displeasure and said:

"Why only one? I thought your Yang family's wealth would require at least four or five carriages to transport it."

"One car is enough, just enough to hold the bodies of the five of you."

Yang Can's calm voice sounded from the carriage...