Speaking of which, this person's fortune was also shocked.

He went out of the city to invite the masters of the world, and only a few months later, he won seven or eight Taoist fruits, two magic weapons, and countless pieces of magic weapons...

"In the legend, if nine bright lights are achieved, then ten dusts are empty. But this is the legend. If your brother achieves nine bright lights, there is no vacant to the Ji Dao Kuixing, what do you want?"

"Then, just wait for my brother Baji."

Yang Jian was not shaken at all. Seeing that Wang Muzhi had to say something, he put down the desk and disappeared into the room in a flash.

There are many masters of magical powers in the practice hall, but in comparison, there are naturally more martial arts masters. In the past decades of chaos in the world, martial arts masters have emerged one after another, just like the last aftertaste of martial arts.

After leaving Wang Muzhi, Yang Jian came to the area where Buddhism is located.

In order to urge these Buddhist sects, he put all the masters of Dachan Temple, Wuliang Sect, Lanke Temple and Dali Temple outside the pass together.

Sure enough, these monks started fighting.

"In more than a month, he actually created thirteen excellent martial arts? These monks really have a skill! They only had one excellent martial arts seven or eight years ago!"

Looking through the newly created martial arts of a group of great monks, Yang Jian couldn't help but be very satisfied. These martial arts were created according to his needs.

"The Great Sun Wheel Seal, the Unmoved Ming King Seal, the Great Vajra Seal, the Outer Lion Seal, the Inner Lion Seal, the Outer Bond Seal, the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Hand Seal, the Dragon King Seal, the Demon Subduing Seal..."

"Tsk tsk, these monks still know how to name them. These names are bigger than each other, and more fierce than each other!"

A wisp of blue smoke emerged from Yang Jian's cuffs. The old Taoist Zhenyan circled around the room, and couldn't help but be amazed. Then he looked at the handsome and heroic Crown brother who was not like a mortal:

"I remember last time you said you would follow your brother's path. Now you have to sort out the hundreds of classics and create achievements?"

"The four symbols of heaven's will are of course the foundation! I want to follow my brother's path, but I don't have to follow it all the time...

The most important thing is that I suddenly had some insights.”

Yang Jian was flipping through a Buddhist martial arts, and his mind was a little dissipated:

"A few days ago, I had a dream. In my dream, I dreamed that I lived in the nine heavens, the priests were in the world, and the gods fell in one word..."

"...You and your brother are still different. He has never dreamed of such an outrageous thing..."

The Taoist Zhenyan was speechless.

Just think this is a crazy dream in a young man.

However, Yang Jian was very serious:

"Real person, I didn't lie. I really dreamed, and I really had some insights... These days, I want to collect martial arts in the world, mainly the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, as well as some other handprint kung fu..."

"You are here to really do it? It is not easy to make a hundred classics, especially if you are already at the top of the Martial Saint's cultivation. Once something goes wrong, the worst will be severely damaged, and the worst will be..."

Now, Master Zhenyan was a little worried:

"Your brother entrusts you to the old Taoist. If something happens, the old Taoist must not be able to explain to your brother..."

"This is just a thought. I don't know when the hundred scriptures will be melted into pieces..."

Yang Jian was flipping through books very quickly. While talking, he still gestured. The two of them had only a few words of conversation, and more than a dozen excellent martial arts skills had already entered the school.

The Taoist Zhenyan who saw this speed was a little scared.

When Yang Yu was suppressing him, he had not noticed Yang Jian's specialness, but as soon as the former was gone, the latter showed a earth-shaking talent.

All kinds of entry made him feel very terrifying!

With a high-quality martial arts, he can achieve great success in only seven days. Even if he has a level of magical power like Tiangang Fist, he will soon achieve great success!

"Also, I want to find an opportunity to ask my brother..."

"Your brother?!"

Hearing this sentence, Taoist Zhenyan suddenly woke up: "Can you still contact your brother?!"

"Occasionally, occasionally..."

Yang Jian put together a secret book and felt a little sorry:

"Don't blame me for real people. This is not deliberately trying to hide it from you, but my brother doesn't allow it to reveal it... Let's talk about other things..."

The realm of Jiujiu Xuangong is his greatest secret. When Yang Jian was young, he thought everyone had it. Later, he knew that only he had it, so he knew why his elder brother asked him to hide it.

Taoist Zhenyan didn't care much, he was more concerned about what martial arts this kid wanted to create.

However, Yang Jian sat for most of the day and saw that it was getting dark, he only had to give up for the time being.

"It's dark, I have to go back."

Yang Jian put his pen and stood up.

Although he is already at the top of the Martial Saint, the lord of a country, he goes home for dinner on time every day.

"call!"

Seeing that he was so cautious, Taoist Zhenyan breathed a sigh of relief, but glanced at the table and couldn't help but shake his head:

"You can read Buddhist scriptures, Taoist sects, etc., but don't be affected too deeply. Martial arts are not as powerful as a name is loud. The name you gave is really..."

Yang Jian nodded with a smile, stood up and left.

Between the door opened and closed, a breeze blew the table and blew the paper, but one of them was not moving.

The five characters above are shining like a heavy weight:

The wheel of life and death in all calamities!

...

The imperial city is not small, but most places are offices of various ministries.

Only the small courtyard in the northwest corner is the residence of the family.

Only one or two months after Yang Yu left, the courtyard naturally had no changes. However, spring was approaching, and the old man turned over the small piece of vegetable fields in the courtyard.

When Yang Jian came back to the yard, the old man was knocking on dirt. In the yard, the mother-in-law was walking in the corner with a kettle.

"Huh? This tree is blooming?"

Yang Jian was a little surprised. He thought the peach tree was dead. It has not blossomed and bear fruit for twenty years.

"you……"

Grandma Yang was about to say something, but in the vegetable field, the old man jumped three feet high and flew into the house, swelling up dust:
Chapter completed!