After rebirth in the wilderness, you can travel back and forth to the earth

early morning.

Facing the rising sun, Yang Yi swallowed ten demon pills and refined them. Steam was rising from his body, shining out wisps of rays of light under the sun.

Energy spreads throughout the limbs and bones, and every cell in the body seems to be roaring, hungry, and madly devouring the external energy to grow.

With 520 million force, it can easily lift some medium-sized ships on Earth.

Feeling the terrifying power contained in his small body, Yang Yi was still dissatisfied, and the growth of his soul and body was still a bit slow.

When I stood up after practicing, my body bones made a crackling sound.

Yang Yi stretched his waist, and the spine on his back was intact as before.

On the city wall, people who had finished practicing were walking back one after another, smiling and greeting Yang Yi from a distance.

Yang Yi waved his hand in response, then took out his long sword and started practicing his sword skills.

The swordsmanship is erratic and elusive.

[Ten Thousand Swords in the Sky Technique], a heaven-level cultivation method, can not only control one sword.

The aura of heaven and earth was rolling, and the sword and figure in Yang Yi's hand were getting faster and faster.

On the city wall, the tribesmen who stopped to watch opened their mouths in surprise. They could only see a burst of afterimages.

The sound of the sword suddenly sounded like a riot of thunder, making people startled by the waves.

Sometimes it's like drizzle, bathing in the spring breeze.

"It's over, it's over. Let's go back and eat. We'll continue practicing when we're done."

Yang Qingshan drove people away to prevent any ignorant tribesmen from disturbing Yang Yi's practice.

The sun advances and the moon changes.

The sword light flashed across, ripples in the void rippled, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth condensed crazily, covering a hundred meters around Yang Yi.

Practicing swordsmanship diligently every day, Yang Yi has perfected his swordsmanship, and has achieved great achievements, finally achieving the unity of man and sword.

The wind gradually died down, Yang Yi put away his sword and slowly opened his eyes, with thunder flashing in his eyes.

"Mukuro, awesome!"

Yang Huan, who had been waiting beside him, said with a smile.

His younger brother is so outstanding, if it weren't for his unwillingness to hold back, Yang Huan would have wanted to lie down now.

"Sister-in-law is going to give birth in two months."

Yang Yi and his eldest brother walked home side by side, chatting along the way.

Yang Huan nodded with a subtle expression. Both his daughter-in-law and mother were pregnant, and the estimated time of giving birth was about the same.

Then we will see who is older, the brother-in-law or the sister-in-law, or the third generation descendant of the Yang family.

No, there is already one third-generation descendant of the Yang family.

Yang Huan glanced at Xiao Jin, who was still sleeping dazedly on top of Yang Yi.

At a young age, Rokuro went out for training once and brought back a grandson to his family.

Let him, the eldest brother, and the unborn child be directly ranked second.

"Huh, sizzling."

Xiao Jin exhaled a bubble, turned over, stretched his limbs, then jumped in front of Yang Yi and Yang Huan, called back, and ran away first.

I was hungry, so I ran home to find Hong Jiuniang for something to eat.

Now in Xiaojin's tribe, besides Yang Yi, the most clingy person is Hong Jiuniang.

The first thing I do when I wake up every day is to ask Hong Jiuniang for food.

As for the rest of the tribe, Xiao Jin would give him a hug when he was happy, and if he wasn't happy, he would turn around and run away, escaping the tribesmen's head-touching and killing.

On the dining table, a large bowl of food was placed in front of Xiaojin.

"Let's go, Xiaojin."

Yang Silang and Yang Wulang greeted each other, and Xiao Jin, who was 25 centimeters tall, jumped off the table with a swish of a rice bowl, which was much larger than it.

He ran outside with Yang Silang and Yang Wulang, and gathered in the square to eat with the children in the tribe.

Yang Erlang and Yang Sanlang looked up and continued to cook. They were adults and couldn't stay together like children all day long.

Hong Jiuniang has begun to urge Yang Erlang in the past two days, asking if there is any girl in the tribe that he likes.

Yang Erlang hesitated, and Hong Jiuniang was so angry that she directly gave Yang Erlang a task. If she couldn't find her in the tribe, she would go outside to look for her. She must bring her daughter-in-law back next year.

Whenever Hong Jiuniang reprimanded Yang Erlang, Yang Sanlang always buried his head and chuckled softly, gloating uncomfortably.

He, Yang Sanlang, is still young and underage, and he still has a lot of good time to spend.

At the dinner table, Hong Jiuniang asked Yang Erlang again if he had any clues about finding a partner.

"Mom, the Ministry of Industry is too busy these days. When I have some free time, I will definitely look for you. I will definitely look for you."

Yang Erlang quickly gave Hong Jiuniang a piece of meat and said flatteringly.

He has just grown up and really doesn't want to start a family so early.

"Look at the great treasure of your uncle Cang's family. He has grown up this year just like you. He has found a wife in the tribe a long time ago."

Yang Zhao had a sad face. He could tell his mother that Yang Dabao lost a bet with them and ran to tell the girl that he wanted to marry someone else.

Unexpectedly, the girl agreed directly, and Yang Dabao immediately regretted it.

Who would have known that the girl who had just joined the tribe was actually a young genius with good training qualifications, and was already a Body Tempering Realm warrior.

At that time, Yang Dabao was pushed to the ground and beaten. The scene was horrific, and they did not stop until Yang Dabao agreed to marry her.

"Why are you laughing? I'll eat your food."

Yang Zhao saw Yang Sanlang and Yang Yi laughing happily, and said angrily, the two younger brothers knew how to laugh.

Yang Zhao led the Ministry of Industry and had already built a stone courtyard for him and his brothers, but everyone liked to live at home and lively.

"After eating, go drink the medicinal soup and practice."

After eating, Hong Jiuniang started to drive people away, and the two women who were looking after her also started to pack up.

In the tribal square, hundreds of cauldrons have been set up, filled with animal blood and various elixirs, and the medicinal soup is rich and boiling.

Yang Qingshan asked someone to prepare a stone pot for Yang Yi and Xiao Jin to make medicinal soup.

What was added to it was the demon blood of those who were strong in the demon realm, as well as various yellow-level elixirs. The fragrance of the medicine filled the entire Dongling tribe.

"Dry!"

Holding a huge food bowl in his hand, Yang Yi took Xiao Jin, clinked glasses with several brothers, frowned, and finished the drink in one gulp.

The medicinal soup was really unpleasant to drink. It was not only bitter, but also sour.

It's like adding Chinese medicine to aged vinegar.

In the tribe, tribesmen of all sizes gathered around the stone pot and drank the medicinal soup.

Some children were unwilling to drink, so their parents opened their mouths and forced them to drink. After that, they were beaten.

Others were fine, just drinking from a large food bowl.

Yang Yi and Xiao Jin, father and son, each drank a large stone pot of medicinal soup.

Xiao Jin was thrown into the stone pot of medicinal soup by Yang Yi. He swam around and drank. After drinking, he lay down at the bottom of the pot and fell asleep.

This is already the fifth day of drinking the medicinal soup, and the effect is very effective. Nearly a hundred people have already broken through from the nourishing realm to the body-tempering realm warriors.

"So hot!"

After taking the medicine, Yang Silang and Yang Wulang shouted and took off their animal clothes.

Yang Yi quickly took out two middle-grade spiritual stones. The fourth brother and the fifth brother were about to break through.

"Yang Silang, come and fight with Mou."

Yang Wulang moved his fingers to provoke Yang Silang and roared loudly.

Yang Wulang, who had just broken through to the body tempering realm, was impatient and wanted to return all the beatings he had received over the years to Yang Silang.

Yang Yi took out the sleeping Xiao Jin from the bottom of the medicinal soup pot, put it in his pocket, simmered it in one sip and drank another pot of medicinal soup.

Standing next to the stone pot, watching Yang Silang and Yang Wulang fighting together, they watched the excitement with a smile.

Yang Huan, Yang Zhao and Yang Xuan obviously didn't have time to watch the two younger brothers fight. After drinking the medicinal soup and practicing, they were already busy.

If a tribe wants to launch a clan war, there are many things that need to be prepared.