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

At night, Yang Can returned to his room.

Although he didn't practice much today, his communication with his master Jiao Yashan directly increased his proficiency in the hidden strength formula by as much as 30%.

This is the benefit of someone leading the way!

With the help of his previous feelings and understanding, he continued to practice, and did not rest until late at night when he felt a little sleepy.

The next morning, the sky was still a little gray.

Yang Can woke up leisurely on the bed, and when he was still a little hazy, he suddenly heard a faint noise outside.

When he settled down, he didn't even need to think about it, he knew it was the group of outer disciples who sent him the exercises.

Two days later, it will be the day of Zongmen Xiaobi. Yang Can has already won the reward of the default number one. Naturally, the old god is not in a hurry.

But these outer disciples couldn't sit still.

Yesterday, Yang Can was not there, and they couldn't eat or sleep, especially when they thought that someone had been taught before, and their strength had improved a lot.

This is really more uncomfortable than the decline in their strength, so they came here early in the morning before dawn.

After Yang Can washed and dressed, he opened the door.

There was already a long queue outside, and when the person at the front saw him coming, he put his hands on the 300 taels of silver he had prepared and said flatteringly:

"Senior Brother Yang, please give me some pointers..."

Yang Can took a look and smiled: "Yin Zi is not in a hurry."

He turned to look at the team behind and shouted:

"Those who have prepared their exercises, come forward and line up on my left."

Upon hearing this, there was a clatter, and most of the people rushed out from the original team.

These people, even if they didn't have the exercises originally, they went to Wanliu City to buy a few copies these two days, and they were afraid that Yang Can would not accept those who would repeat them.

"Come in."

Yang Can spoke to the person at the front holding the exercises.

……

For Yang Can, this was another extremely easy day.

Pointing to the disciples of the outer sect, and collecting money for the exercises, the days passed like this.

In the evening, some disciples who were still queuing up were dispersed, and Yang Can began to count his gains.

A total of 13 exercises!

Although they are all low-grade yellow grades, Yang Can doesn't dislike them.

Putting these skills together with the 9 books obtained the day before yesterday, there are a total of 22 books, and there is another one that was exchanged for the Xuan-level middle-grade burning flame skill from the Book Collection Pavilion for three yuan.

There are more and more secret books of exercises that have not been practiced, and Yang Can plans to wait until Zong Nei Xiaobi to start practicing.

Anyway, he was going to be a judge when the time came, and he was still sitting while sitting. It would not delay his work at all to practice the mere yellow-level low-grade internal skills. As for the external skills, we will talk about them when we are free.

As for now, it's naturally a great time to practice Zang Jin Jue!

The next morning.

After one night of practice, the progress of Zang Jin Jue has reached 84%, and I think I can successfully get started after practicing tonight.

Yang Can was not in a hurry, because the harvest time had come, and through the wooden window he had already seen many outer disciples waiting outside.

……

In the evening, the crowd dispersed.

Yang Can in the room began to count the harvest. Today there are only 11 low-grade Huang-level exercises. Of course, if there are not some repetitions in it, this number can be higher.

But it is enough, tomorrow is the Zongmen Xiaobi, so far, Yang Can has 33 copies of the low-grade Huang-level exercises in his hands.

He picked a few books and put them aside, preparing to take them to practice tomorrow.

Afterwards, I began to focus on improving the hidden strength formula...

At midnight, the sky is full of stars.

At this time, Yang Can's body trembled slightly, and at the depression on the upper edge of the sternal notch, that is, at the lower part of the neck, in the middle of the two collarbones, a starlight suddenly appeared through the skin!

This is one of the 108 major acupoints in the human body, where the Tiantu acupoint is located, and it is also the first major acupoint that needs to be opened up to get started with Tibetan Jin Jue!

"Success!"

Yang Can quickly glanced at the panel, and the aptitude came to 382!A full increase of 12 points!

"Sure enough, the aptitude added by this hidden strength formula is only two points lower than that of the secret method of true essence. It is obviously a local-level exercise!"

Yang Can was overjoyed in his heart, but he hadn't finished cultivating the hidden strength formula, opening the acupoint was only the first step, and the next step was to store all his true energy in the Tiantu acupoint.

This is a piece of water grinding work, there is no need to worry at all, I can only pour into it bit by bit.

After all, Tiantu acupoint is one of the largest acupoints in the human body, and the acupoint has only just been opened, so it is not too much to say that it is extremely delicate, and too much zhenqi is poured into it at once, which is unbearable, and in the end it is easy to cause serious injury to oneself.

So you have to take your time and give the acupoints a process of adaptation.

Yang Can endured his temper and channeled his true energy into it little by little...

Soon the sky was bright, today was the day of the Zongmen Xiaobi, and the outer disciples didn't have time to come to Yang Can again.

Instead, Jiao Jishan took a piece of clothing and knocked on the door:

"Chan'er, this is a new uniform for your own disciples made for you by your master. Put it on and go to the martial arts training ground with me. The Zongmen competition is about to begin."

"Yes, Master."

Yang Can put on the clothes, the size was just right this time.

The yellow-purple robe looks much more energetic than the original black and yellow.

The two left the elders' courtyard together.

First, before the main hall of the sect, all the disciples and elders gathered to listen to the speech of the suzerain Mo Bei.

After that, all the staff went to the back mountain together.

The Flying Hunting Sect occupies the entire Wenlie Mountain, and opened up a huge martial arts arena here many years ago for disciples to compete in battles.

Outer disciples and official disciples are divided into two sides, without interfering with each other.

Yang Can followed Jiao Jieshan to the east field of the outer disciples, where the competition ring had already been set up, and there was a special place for the judges to sit.

As soon as the two sat down, the elder Xu Mendong walked over with his disciple Ye Shuangwu.

Jiao Jishan asked with some doubts:

"Oh? Why did you bring your disciple? Doesn't he have to go to the south to participate in the competition?"

"It's not his turn today." Xu Mendong explained, then glanced at Yang Can meaningfully, and said with a smile:

"I heard that this year's outer sect disciples are much stronger than before. I specially brought my ineffective disciple to learn more. There is one more thing, Shuang Wu."

Following this soft shout, Ye Shuangwu immediately stepped forward, bowed to Yang Can and said:

"Junior Brother Yang, I'm really sorry. I was obsessed with ghosts and bewitched by villains before. That's why I behaved recklessly before. I hope you can forgive me."

Yang Can bowed his hand and returned the gift:

"It's okay, I didn't take it to heart at this time."

"That's right. Now that the matter is out of the way, and you are brothers from the same school, you need to get in touch with each other more in the future." Jiao Jishan nodded in satisfaction.

Xu Mendong also looked at his disciple, and ordered:

"Well, if there is anything Shuangwu doesn't understand about his moves and cultivation in the future, he should ask your junior brother for advice."

Brother asks brother for advice?No matter how hard it sounds, Ye Shuangwu felt relieved when he thought of Yang Can's slap that made him lie on the hospital bed for a whole month.

Skills are not as good as others, and it is also necessary to ask for advice, so he handed over again immediately:

"I will have to trouble my junior brother a lot in the future, so please don't mind."

There are new skills and proficiency delivered to the door, Yang Can immediately responded with a smile:

"Good to say, good to say..."

Several people sat down, Yang Can took out a new exercise that he had prepared a long time ago and practiced it quietly. After a short while, the Xiaobi in the sect officially opened the curtain...

Chapter 73 Yang Can's Secret!Xiaobi is over!

Yang Can, the judge, is really quite relaxed, he only needs to watch the fight on the field and announce the winner or loser.

Only occasionally when the disciples started fighting with each other, and when they were about to be seriously injured, did they need to stop it.

Moreover, he is not the only one doing this.

There are a total of three rings for the outer disciples, besides him, there are three elders, and two other direct disciples.

There is a lot of free time under the alternation of turns.

This Yang Can is very comfortable, the cheat books in his hand are changed one after another.

For him, the low-rank Huang-level inner martial arts are too simple, and sometimes he has completely learned the basics before the competition between the outer disciples on the field is over.

This sect competition will be held for three days in total.

Although there are a large number of outer sect disciples, their cultivation level is relatively low. After a match, they don't need to rest for too long.

So the progress is much faster than that of formal disciples.

When the evening approached the next day, it was completely over, and the winner was decided.

Jiao Yongshan came to the stage and announced the ranking.

The first one is an eighth-rank martial artist, he is the best among the outer disciples, and he has also learned a trick from Yang Can's place, so he deserves his name.

As for Cheng Hua, he entered the top ten list, which is not bad.

According to the rules, the top ten outsiders will have the opportunity to become official disciples.

After the ranking is announced, according to the usual practice, the elders always say some clichés, which probably means that the winner should not be complacent, and he needs to practice hard to enter the inner sect.

And the losers don't need to be discouraged, just keep trying.

But this time, Jiao Jushan was only halfway through speaking, when suddenly an impatient disciple shouted from the audience:

"Elder, don't talk about these nonsense, why don't you let your personal disciple, Senior Brother Yang, come to the stage and say a few words, teach us how to be like him and cultivate so fast!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience immediately became lively.

"Yes! Let Senior Brother Yang come on stage and say a few words!"

"Everyone also wants to know how he was able to go from a seventh-rank warrior to a sixth-rank warrior in just a few months! Isn't it!"

"That's right, that's right! Let Senior Brother Yang take the stage!"

If it were another direct disciple, these people might not be so excited to agree.

But who is Yang Can? His prestige and influence in the outer sect has even surpassed that of the elders!

Almost all the outside disciples in the audience, including the top ten in this competition, have been taught by him, but the price is really expensive.

Now when everyone sees the opportunity to teach for free, they are naturally booing one after another, hoping to get some wool from Yang Can and ask for some money back.

Seeing that the momentum became more and more serious, and the scene was almost out of control, Jiao Jiaoshan had no choice but to say:

"Chan'er, since that's the case, come on stage and tell these juniors and juniors your experience in cultivation."

Yang Can's practice was on the rise, when he suddenly heard someone calling him in a daze, he was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he wanted to speak on stage by himself.

"Senior Brother Yang! Senior Brother Yang!"

There were bursts of shouts from the audience, Yang Can had no choice but to go on stage.

Can practice experience?Where should this start...

Everyone saw him silent for a long time, and the momentum suddenly became much smaller, and some people began to whisper.

"It's okay, just say what you want, don't worry about other things, if you really can't, it's fine to talk about your daily cultivation situation."

Jiao Jishan made a point aside.

Yang Can nodded, and after thinking for a moment, he looked at the crowd and said: