Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

A month later, Wei Yang broke through the Nine Star Dou Shi.

On this day two months later, he successfully broke through to the Great Dou Master.

This is much faster than Ye Xianer's previous estimate of one year.

At this time, he had just turned sixteen.

It's also that his foundation is too solid. He has been taking it step by step since he started practicing. He has never taken any pills or anything like that.

All of his fighting spirit was accumulated through his own practice bit by bit, so naturally he would not have any sense of vanity. He has not exhausted his own potential excessively, so for now, he has not encountered any bottlenecks and has naturally broken through.

In the Dantian, the liquid energy that once existed has completely disappeared.

Instead, there was a crimson diamond-shaped crystal only the size of a thumb, floating quietly in the center of the Dantian cyclone, motionless.

On the surface of the crystal, there is a layer of pale gold shimmer.

Wei Yang stared with some surprise at the crimson diamond-shaped crystal that looked like it stood in the eye of the storm.

The moment this diamond-shaped crystal appeared, he could clearly feel the feeling of comfort radiating from the depths of his soul.

The soul is getting stronger.

As a fighter becomes stronger in cultivation, his soul will gradually strengthen over time.

And this crystal in Dantian is the most critical thing to become a great Dou Master, Dou Jing!

Contains huge energy, which is the result of extreme condensation of energy to form a solid state.

Fighter, energy is in gaseous form.

Dou Shi, energy is in liquid form.

The Great Fighter is solid.

In the eyes of many strong men, only after possessing Dou Jing can one truly enter the palace of Dou Qi cultivation.

Dou Jing is the crystallization of all the Dou Qi in a warrior's body, and it contains staggeringly huge energy.

Wei Yang was looking at this newly formed crimson rhombus crystal in a daze.

After a long time, his mind slowly withdrew.

In the room, Wei Yang's eyes suddenly opened, and crimson brilliance burst out from his eyes.

At the same time, a powerful momentum suddenly erupted, forming a storm in the room.

After a while, everything slowly calmed down.

"Huh~"

Exhaling a long breath, feeling the unprecedented powerful feeling in his body, Wei Yang murmured in a low voice: "This is the Great Fighter!"

With a thought, a layer of brilliance emerged on the surface of the body, gathered, and then quickly solidified into a dark red armor, covering the surface of the body.

On the surface of the armor, there are traces of light gold lines imprinted on it, making it look majestic.

Fighting armor!

This is a mark that only a great fighter can possess.

Although this crimson armor is only beginning to take shape and is not yet solid enough, the faint sense of majesty it exudes makes it clear that it is not comparable to the previous Dou Qi gauze clothes.

…

"What a great fighter."

Wei Yang sighed with emotion, put away his fighting spirit armor, and stood there with a restrained aura, a smile on his handsome face.

"The great fighting master who just turned sixteen!"

Stretching your body, your bones are crackling.

Since his cultivation, every breakthrough he has made has come naturally.

There is no such thing as Xiao Yan in the original work, which is as thrilling every time.

Many sequelae are often caused by taking elixirs in order to forcefully advance to higher levels.

Although it looks very passionate and thrilling.

But from Wei Yang's own point of view, it is a bit difficult to accept.

In his view, cultivation should be an enjoyment of the process of pursuing strength, focusing on gradual progress and steady progress step by step.

Frequently relying on external objects always has many disadvantages, and it is overdrafting one's own potential.

If Xiao Yan wasn't the protagonist, with a lot of luck and many opportunities, and he played like this, someone else would have played the game a long time ago.

Of course, Xiao Yan had no choice at all. Time was tight and he had to improve his strength as soon as possible.

If you think about it carefully, he is a very pitiful baby.

Wei Yang couldn't help shaking his head and laughing when he thought of this.

If you can help in the future, please help him within your ability. After all, you are a fellow countryman.

In this world, Wei Yang is actually quite lonely inside.

Although I have lived here for more than ten years, there is always a slight feeling of loneliness in my heart.

There is always a feeling of being in a foreign country.

Therefore, he subconsciously feels close to Xiao Yan, a fellow countryman.

Thinking of this, Wei Yang looked in the direction of the Xiao family in Wutan City.

Today, Xiao Yan has fallen from the altar for more than a year, from a genius to a waste that everyone ridicules.

It is a joke that the residents of Wutan City now talk about after dinner.

How envious I used to be, now how cruel I am.

The plot is about to begin.

…

Squeak~

The door opened and Wei Yang stepped out.

At a glance, he saw Ye Xian'er, who was dressed in white and looked as ethereal as a fairy, standing not far away, waiting for him quietly.

When she saw Wei Yang coming out, her eyes lit up and she trotted over quickly, "Brother Yang."

"Xian'er." Wei Yang hugged her into his arms, lowered his head and pecked her on the forehead, "Did you miss me?"

"Um."

Ye Xian'er nodded, rubbed her face against his chest, and said with a smile: "It's been three days since you were in retreat this time."

"Has it been three days?" Wei Yang nodded.

"Did it succeed?" Ye Xian'er raised his head and asked curiously.

"Of course, it's just a breakthrough to the Great Fighter. To me, it's as simple as eating and drinking." Wei Yang smiled.

"This." Ye Xian'er couldn't help but was a little stunned when he heard this, with a look of shock on his pretty face, "Brother Yang, you have just turned sixteen, and you are already a great fighting master... This is too much, a sixteen-year-old great fighting master. Ah! The entire Jia Ma Empire seems to have never heard of it."

Even though she was mentally prepared, Ye Xianer still felt very shocked at this moment.

Anyone who can become a fighter at the age of sixteen is considered a genius.

For example, when enrolling at Canaan Academy, a sixteen-year-old fighter is considered to be the highest S-level talent. (Don’t ask why the problem of English appears in Douqi Continent. The right to explain lies with Tudou.)

Fortunately for Wei Yang, he became a great fighting master shortly after he turned sixteen.

Moreover, Ye Xian'er knew very well that Wei Yang had never taken any pills, and his fighting spirit was accumulated bit by bit through his own practice.

This is a bit outrageous.

Wei Yang looked at the shocked Ye Xian'er, feeling a little satisfied and proud in his heart. He tightened his arms around her waist, feeling the increasingly alluring curves of her body, and pressed her delicate body tightly against him.

Ye Xian'er's face turned red, and she rolled her eyes at him, but her eyes were full of smiles and attachment.

"Have you practiced hard these days? Did you take the opportunity to be lazy again?" Wei Yang rubbed her little head with one hand and asked with a smile.

"Hmph, I'm not lazy." Ye Xian'er snorted, wrinkled her nose, and said charmingly.

"real?"

"Yes." Ye Xian'er nodded affirmatively, and then said as if he was taking credit: "I'm almost at the third level of fighting spirit, and I feel like I'll be able to break through in a few days."

"Yes, my Xian'er is also a little genius." Wei Yang praised.

In less than a year, three stages of fighting spirit!

Wei Yang felt ashamed.

Xiao Yan probably blushed after hearing this.

"Hehe." Ye Xian'er was very happy when she heard Wei Yang's praise, and her eyes turned into crescent moons.

"Brother Yang, are you hungry? Can I prepare something delicious for you?"

"Well, okay." Wei Yang put his arm around her shoulders, and the two of them walked toward the hall, "Has anyone come to buy medicine these days?"

"Yes. I also treated four or five injured people."

"Didn't I tell you that we can just sell them medicine? We don't lack that little money, so why do we need to treat them?"

If it weren't for Ye Xian'er's liking, he wouldn't even bother to continue selling the medicine, and he wouldn't be short of the money at all.

"I saw that they were seriously injured, and they came to our house to buy medicine. I saw it, so I bandaged it for them."

"You girl." Wei Yang was helpless.

He really couldn't bear to part with his treasure and went to bandage the wounds of a group of rich and powerful mercenaries.

But there is no way, Xian'er just likes to be a doctor and likes to treat people.