Douluo: I penetrate the world with infinite martial arts

"This, this can't be revealed easily!"

After coming back to his senses, the village chief quickly signaled Yang Jian to put away the martial arts secret books.

Yang Jian handed them all to the village chief and said: "The original ones in the white ape's belly were damaged due to paper problems."

"These are all copied and recorded by me. They were originally in my mind."

After exchanging martial arts, compiling each move into a book, and then writing down the new insights gained during practice, is also a way to consolidate practice.

Yang Jian did not practice other than health-preserving Tai Chi.

The three martial arts books he handed over to the village chief were all those he had practiced himself, and they contained a lot of annotations, which were very convenient for future generations to practice.

They are the golden bell cover, the iron cloth shirt, and the thirteen eunuchs practicing kung fu.

They all majored in physical martial arts.

Yang Jian did not write down the Nine-Yang Divine Art and the Yan-Yang Miraculous Art into a book and give it to the village chief.

These two martial arts require corresponding talents. If ordinary people practice them, they will most likely be burned by the sun's fire, and their veins will be severed and die. The practice is full of dangers.

As for the external martial arts skills of Golden Bell Cover, they are just a commodity in the world of low-level martial arts.

As long as a practitioner is not afraid of hardship, has a healthy body, and is able to beat his body hard, he can achieve success.

However, due to the physical disability of the village chief and insufficient energy and blood, he is unable to practice this kind of external martial arts. Naturally, they are not prepared for the village chief.

When the village chief looked at the martial arts secret books in his hand and lost his mind, Yang Jian smiled and said: "I have studied these three secret books. It requires a strong person to practice. Village chief, please don't practice."

"Just practice health-preserving Tai Chi honestly first. You can find an opportunity to give these three secrets to those skinny monkeys in the village."

The village chief raised his head, smiled bitterly, and said, "I'd like to give it a try, but I'm afraid I'll die if I try."

He unfolded one of the pages of Iron Shirt.

There are five little people in the pattern on it.

One of them was in the center with a horse stance, and the four people beside him were all holding various weapons and fell hard on the horse stance.

There are also similar picture pages in Golden Bell Cover and Thirteen Taibao Hengqigong.

To practice such martial arts, physical training through beatings is an essential process.

In order to practice the three horizontal martial arts, Yang Jian often rushed towards the cliff and hit the hard rock with his flesh and blood body.

People with M masochism will definitely get twice the result with half the effort if they practice horizontal martial arts.

"There are many monkeys in the village and they are very energetic. Instead of wandering around in the village, it is better to let them practice these things."

"You can practice without awakening your soul power."

Afterwards, Yang Jian used his prepared words to persuade the village chief for a while, and finally gave up on his reluctance to practice health-preserving Tai Chi.

No matter how profound the secrets are, they must be used for practice, otherwise why not keep them to cushion the coffin?

Finally, the village chief thought for a moment and said, "Do these secret books have names? I mean, they can be practiced without soul power. Is there a special name for them?"

Yang Jian smiled and said: "These secret books can be called martial arts and martial arts."

"A person who practices martial arts is called a warrior."

"The spirit and philosophy of warriors are the way of martial arts."

After a pause, Yang Jian added: "These are the words I wrote down from the originals. They are all written in these martial arts secret books."

The village chief has no doubt that he is there.

After all, Yang Jian is just a six-year-old child now.

Although this young body has many inconveniences, in some aspects it can be called the best disguise.

In the eyes of the village chief, no matter how talented Yang Jian is, he cannot be so talented that he can create rare cultivation secrets out of thin air.

"Okay, then I'll learn it and give it a try."

"This is the only secret book of cultivation that does not require soul power."

The village chief marveled, and then told Yang Jian: "Don't tell outsiders about the secrets of martial arts at will. It may lead to the disaster of killing."

Yang Jian nodded in agreement.

But he couldn't do exactly what the village chief said.

Among the ways to obtain martial arts points, teaching martial arts and promoting martial arts is the most efficient way. This is also destined that Yang Jian will spread the word martial arts throughout the Douluo Continent.

The seeds of martial arts have quietly taken root and sprouted in Douluo Continent.

Just wait for the day when it grows into a towering tree.

..........

Three days later, at the entrance of Nanshan Village.

Su Yuntao, Yang Jian, and the village chief were standing under the canopy of a cypress tree.

The sun fell through the gaps in the canopy of the trees, leaving a faint patch of light on them.

Compared to Yang Jian's sunny expression, Su Yuntao, who was facing him and the village chief, had a pale expression on his face, and looked at Yang Jian with fear in his eyes.

Because, not only the soul master knowledge in his mind, but also all the experiences he had gained from traveling around as a deacon of Wuhun Hall, were all drained by Yang Jian in just three days.

Later, he could only rack his brains to deal with Yang Jian's various problems.

"What a monster."

"The name Yang Jian may become a legendary existence many years from now."

Su Yuntao thought to himself as he looked at the bright-eyed and energetic Yang Jian.

He felt that compared to the golden generation of Wuhun Palace, Yang Jian was not bad at all. In terms of character, he was even higher. He was incredibly calm and calm.

Every time he saw Yang Jian, Su Yuntao felt deeply that the world was unfair.

The world is really too mixed.

Ugh.

Life is really not easy, Su Yuntao sighed repeatedly.

Looking up at the scorching sun, Su Yuntao calmed down and said goodbye to Yang Jian and the village chief: "Village Chief, I have troubled you these past few days. Thank you for your hospitality."

At the same time, he looked at the energetic village chief with doubts in his eyes. He always felt that there was something different about this village chief. He looked much more energetic than three days ago, and there seemed to be less white hair on his head. Some.

However, these changes were not very obvious. Although Su Yuntao was confused, he did not ask any more questions.

At the same time, the village chief smiled and said to Su Yuntao: "No, I would like to thank Deacon Su for his willingness to teach this brat."

Yang Jian nodded in agreement, looked at Su Yuntao, pretended to be innocent and innocent, and said with a smile: "Yes, brother Tao, how about you stay for a few more days? I feel that there are many things that I don't understand very well."

Hearing Yang Jian's words, Su Yuntao's face turned pale and he said in a very fast voice: "No, I still have important things to do and I can't stay any longer."

After he finished speaking, he took a deep breath, and a shadow of a wolf appeared behind him, and then the shadow possessed him. His body muscles suddenly swelled, and hairs spread all over his body at the same time.

Then, in Yang Jian's surprised eyes, Su Yuntao turned around and ran away after being possessed by Wuhun.

Its speed was so fast that it even left a trail of afterimages. It left Nanshan Village in the blink of an eye and disappeared into the dense forests of the surrounding mountains without a trace.

Yang Jian blinked and quickly guessed the reason why Su Yuntao left in a hurry, and couldn't help but laugh.

Next to him, the village chief looked at Su Yuntao's quickly leaving figure and muttered in a low voice: "Deacon Su is so busy that he doesn't know how important the matter is."

After thinking for a while, he turned to Yang Jian and said, "Deacon Su is a good man."

"He is so busy himself, yet he took time out to teach you the knowledge of a soul master."

"If you have time in the future, bring some gifts when you go to Notting City. You must thank Deacon Xia Su properly."

Yang Jian nodded with a smile and agreed: "He is indeed a good person..."

At the same time, on the mountain road not far away, Deacon Su, who had just been suddenly issued a good guy card, sneezed, paused, and looked around suspiciously.

When Su Yuntao glanced back in the direction of Nanshan Village, Yang Jian's appearance subconsciously appeared in Su Yuntao's mind.

The next second, he couldn't help but shudder and continued to run wildly.