After the two of them drank until they were drunk again, Wu Juetian blushed and burped from the wine and said, "Hey, little brother, you can give me some pointers."
Yang Tian laughed loudly and said, "Do you believe me now?"
"Yeah, yeah, I believe it."
Wu Juetian nodded very seriously and said: "Your experience has long surpassed mine. You are not an easy person to be able to change such a high-level technique."
Yang Tian pinched the peanuts and chewed a few, then said disdainfully: "What kind of advanced skill is that of yours? It's so rubbish. The skills my servants practiced at the time were much better than yours, and what's more, yours
You have reached the end of your cultivation of the Kung Fu. If you don't change to a more powerful Kung Fu, you will never make any progress in your life."
The old man's expression changed when he heard this, and he thought that Yang Tian was even more unfathomable. He asked with a tone of asking for advice: "Little brother, so you have advanced skills?"
Yang Tian smiled proudly and said with drunken eyes, "Of course."
The old man was doubtful and said: "It's impossible. If you have such a powerful skill, how come you are at a lower level than me?"
Yang Tian's face suddenly turned red.
He belched wine and said angrily: "What do you know? I gave up all my cultivation and started practicing again. It only took me less than a year. It only took me less than a year to go from being an ordinary person to now.
Today’s cultivation level.”
"real or fake?"
The old man didn't believe it.
Yang Tian was furious and said with a red face: "Just wait, I will write down more advanced cultivation techniques for you right now."
As he said that, on the stone table, a sword energy condensed between the sword fingers and carved on it.
The old man drank wine and didn't take it seriously at first, but in the end, his eyes almost popped out of his head.
"It is indeed very mysterious, countless times more advanced than the technique I practiced before."
As he spoke, he beat his chest and stamped his feet.
"If I had this kind of cultivation technique, why would I have accomplished nothing until now?"
If their words were spread, they would probably hit a lot of people to death.
Wu Juetian was astonishingly talented and handsome. When he was young, he made the younger generation unable to lift their heads. When those people saw him, they all had a psychological shadow.
Now that he has not practiced for fifty years, he has already reached the half-step state of distraction, which is enough to show how powerful he is.
This kind of existence also says that it has accomplished nothing.
Then no one else would have to live.
Wu Juetian could hold his head up confidently in front of others, but in front of the young man, he was really hit hard.
At the age of seventeen or eighteen, the young man is already in the late stage of the Golden Core Realm. If he is allowed to grow for another two years, who can bring him down?
Although the old man was drunk, he still knew how to behave appropriately.
He said: "Little brother, you have helped me revise the practice method. I have already owed you a favor, and now you have written such a profound practice method for me? How do you want me to repay you?"
Yang Tian was also drunk, and even if the technique he took out was placed in Xuantian Continent, it would be robbed of by countless strong people.
He waved his hand and said, "You can accept it if I give it to you. This is a gift from this emperor."
The old man laughed, hugged the stone table and said, "Then I, Hiccup, will accept it. This is the second favor I owe you."
Yang Tian nodded with great satisfaction. Seeing that the old man was about to fall asleep, he shook him up again and said, "Don't sleep yet. You can try your practice first. You don't know why I'm here to guide you."
If these words were heard by Master Yuncang and many other martial arts cultivators, they would probably be frightened to death.
The old man was more arrogant than Yang Tian just now, but now he is very convinced.
He rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "Okay, help me with guidance."
With that said, he started practicing according to the cultivation techniques on the stone table.
It was only now that Yang Tian saw the old man's level of cultivation.
He was indeed not lying. The half-step distraction state was indeed much higher than his current cultivation level.
The other party's cultivation level is at the distraction level. Even if he tries his best to cultivate, he will never be able to win.
Yang Tian took another sip of wine and couldn't help but sigh.
He was at a lower level of cultivation than the other party, but he actually gave him advice. If he hadn't had three hundred years of cultivation experience in Xuantian Continent, he would definitely be embarrassed.
After the old man practiced the exercises for a week, his eyes lit up again.
He couldn't help but marvel: "It is indeed a superior cultivation method."
Yang Tian chuckled, narrowed his eyes and pointed out the shortcomings of his cultivation to the old man, and then continued: "Hiccup, come on, keep drinking."
The old man laughed and said: "Little brother, I am convinced by you. I can't compare to your profound knowledge."
After saying that, he also drank a lot.
The two of them were arm in arm at the moment and seemed to have a very good personal relationship.
Yang Tian said drunkenly: "What does this mean? Your cultivation is stuck at the half-step distraction state and you can't break through. Believe it or not, I can make you break through right away."
puff!
The old man took a sip of wine and almost choked to death.
He coughed twice, climbed up from under the table and said, "What do you mean, you can help me break through?"
The old man looked Yang Tian up and down and said, "Your cultivation level is so much lower than mine, how can you help me break through it?"
Yang Tian was already fighting with his eyes, and he said hey: "Don't you believe it?"
The old man shook his head and said, "This is simply impossible."
Yang Tian stood up drunk and said: "If you don't believe me, stand up. As long as you can hold on under my momentum, you will definitely break through."
"Just you, using your momentum to oppress me? Haha!"
The old man laughed so hard that he almost burst into tears. He banged the table and said, "I'm laughing to death. I can suppress you with just my hand. How can you suppress me with your momentum? I'll tell you... plop."
Before he could finish his words, he was knocked to the ground by an aura as powerful as the power of heaven.
At this moment, Wu Juetian had a look of horror on his face, looking at Yang Tian in disbelief, even half sober from the wine.
Yang Tian, on the other hand, was standing with a jar of wine, swaying a little, obviously drunk.
He laughed loudly and burped again and said: "Hey, why did you fall? Haha, the ground is cold, get up quickly."
Wu Juetian gritted his teeth and tried all his strength but still couldn't get up.
He shook his head to stay awake, then circulated his true energy throughout his body, and then slowly stood up. He looked at the young man with horrified eyes and said, "How can you have such a strong oppression?"
This kind of coercion is like a mountain, almost invincible by manpower.
Could it be that the young man in front of me has always been pretending? In fact, his realm has surpassed his own?
The more I thought about Wu Juetian, the more shocked I became.
Only this explanation can explain why the young man Tong was able to modify the exercises he practiced, point out the shortcomings of his practice, and even hand over powerful exercises to him.
Yang Tian squinted his eyes and said drunkenly: "What is this? I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to bear it at first, so I didn't use all my strength."
As he spoke, he burped and said: "Now I'm going to get serious. As long as you can break through yourself under my pressure, you will definitely be able to break through."
After saying that, the vast sea of spiritual pressure struck the old man again.
The old man was completely unprepared and fell to the ground again with a plop.
This time, he was horrified to find that the pressure had doubled.
When Yang Tian was in Xuantian Continent, he was the Potian Immortal Emperor and had already touched the threshold of Daluo Jinxian.
It can be said that if he did not experience the five declines of heaven and man, he would almost have an immortal body in the true sense.
Although the old man is now powerful, compared with his former self, he can kill with just one palm of his hand.
Although I have to start over now, the pressure of the Immortal Emperor is spiritual pressure.
His mental power is as vast as the ocean, while the old man's mental power is just a small pond at best.
Therefore, in terms of coercion, Yang Tian can definitely pick him up and beat him.
The old man took a deep breath and clenched his fists.
He was suppressed to the ground by a boy. If word spread, his face would be nowhere to be seen.
"Resist!"
The real energy around the old man's body condensed, and then he gave a soft drink and began to stand up slowly.
However, this time it was particularly difficult.
After Yang Tian saw this, he laughed again.
"Get down here."
Yang Tian's huge coercion, which was like the power of heaven, struck again, and the old man's legs and feet almost sunk deep into the ground for several minutes.
You know, the ground is not dirt, but concrete.
The old man's body was suppressed by a huge pressure, which was like a big hand constricting his Dantian.
Although the old man is only seventy years old, he was once a towering figure. How could he be so willing to surrender?
He gritted his teeth and roared angrily.
"Break it for me!"
A huge amount of energy burst out from Wu Juetian's body, sweeping away with an invisible air wave in all directions.
He only felt that the realm barrier in his dantian was slowly opening.
Wu Juetian was extremely excited, powerful skills were running around his body, and all his true energy gathered. He hit the realm barrier hard... (To be continued)
