The sky is raining heavily, and lightning is thundering.

Ye Jian was already discouraged. Today was his 300th blind date, but it still ended as before.

Ye Jian touched a half-sized poisonous sore on his face, which was swollen and red, and some poisonous water flowed out from time to time.

"Brother, I see that you have a strange face and a full heaven, and you will definitely make a name for yourself in the future." Ye Jian stroked the poisonous sores, and couldn't help but remember what a fortune teller he met when he was a child said.

However, as time goes by, the fortune teller has disappeared, but Ye Jian's fate has not changed as the fortune teller said. Instead, his physical condition is getting worse and worse.

"Hey, I have no effect in this world anymore. I'd better die and stay with my parents."

Ye Jian closed his eyes, opened his arms, and jumped directly towards the abyss in front of him.

Boom!

Whether it was a coincidence or a fate that had already been destined to all this, a thunder suddenly fell from the sky, just hitting Ye Jian who was falling.

ah!

Ye Jian wailed, and then his whole body was wiped out.

...

Ye Jian didn't know how long he had been sleeping, but he knew that when he woke up, it was already night, and he was lying out of the dense forest, with blood flowing all over his body.

"Grass! It actually traveled through time." Ye Jian kept recalling what happened during his lifetime in his mind, but he unexpectedly discovered that he not only had memories of his lifetime, but also memories of another person.

"Hehe, it's so funny. This person is actually called Ye Jian. Could it be me from another world?"

l The brief fusion of the soul, Ye Jian has been digesting the memory of this body for more than ten years. In my memory, Ye Jian is a child of a branch of the Ye family in a big family. At the age of twelve, he followed Ye Xuan, the youngest daughter of the leader of the Ye family, and has been staying with Ye Xuan since then, taking on all the physical objects assigned by the Nanluo Sect to Ye Xuan, allowing Ye Xuan to concentrate on practicing without distraction.

Two years later, Ye Xuan finally lived up to expectations and officially became an outer disciple of the Nanluo Sect. Ye Jian also benefited from it. Although he still had a lot of workload every day, it was much less than before.

"Oh, there are no poisonous sores." Ye Jian touched his cheek. Although the owner of this body was only fourteen years old, his face had already lost the youthfulness of a young man and had changed into a firmness, like a knife cutting an axe.

"Since God has taken away the poisonous sores, I'll live well." Ye Jian touched his new face a little narcissistically, "but, I have to remove the name of 'waste' first."

It turned out that from the age of twelve to the age of fourteen, the original owner had almost no progress in other aspects except for cultivating the inner energy in his body to the first level of warriors. He only practiced the third style of the basic Tiger Fist.

This cannot be blamed on the original owner. The cultivation talent of warriors in this world depends on the strength of their souls. The stronger the soul, the stronger the talent. However, Ye’s mother seemed to have suffered some injuries when she was pregnant with the original owner, which led to the birth of the original owner being born with a weaker soul.

Ye Jian stood up, recalled the road in his memory, and walked back.

This time he came out, he was completely plotted by another waiter Chang Fu. Ye Jian looked through his memory and found that the waiter Chang Fu, who was plotting against him, was the personal little brother of another outer disciple of Nanluo Sect. His cultivation level has now reached the second level of a warrior. Three internal energy has been condensed in his body, and he has the power of three horses.

An internal energy corresponds to a horse's power.

Ye Jian looked through the memories of this world again and found that although the original owner didn’t have much memory of this world, there were still some.

This world is called Tianwu Continent, which is a world of warriors. The warrior mainly practices internal energy. Although Ye Jian does not know what this internal energy is, there is a turbid air flowing slowly along the tendons and veins in Ye Jian's body, down to the dantian of the lower abdomen. The air flow flows between the tendons and meridians extremely unstable, as if it may dissipate at any time.

The initial level of a warrior is a warrior, and the warrior is divided into ten levels. Every time he is promoted to one level, his strength will surge for a period of time.

Ye Jian’s current strength is the first level of a warrior. A stream of internal energy has been condensed in his body, and the power in his whole body is a horse’s power.

The criterion for judging a horse's power is the power of a black wind horse. As for the black wind horse, it is the most frequent means of transportation on the Tianwu Continent. Usually, a black wind horse travels two thousand miles a day.

"No wonder the original owner died at Chang Fu's hands, but I don't want to be killed as soon as I come to this world." Ye Jian muttered and continued to look through the memories.

Nanluo Sect is located in the northwest of Zhao State and stands in line with Ziyang Sect and the royal family of Zhao State. In addition to these three strongest forces, the eight major families also grasp the lifeline of Zhao State's martial arts world, and even the royal family is just kind-hearted to win over it.

The Ye family is one of the three major families in Heishui City, the northernmost part of Zhao State, but not one of the eight major families.

In the area of ​​Heishui City, the Ye family mainly controls the hotel and inn industry and accumulates huge financial resources every year.

Ye Jian's parents ran a small restaurant, relying on Ye's father's unique management, and Ye's mother's superb cooking skills attracted many customers, and their income was also quite high every year. However, the Ye family stipulated that each Ye family restaurant must pay a certain amount of tribute every year, and the amount of money the Ye family set for Ye Jian's family was 10,000 taels of gold. In this way, after working hard for a year, only three or four hundred taels of silver ended up in Ye Jian's family.

"I will definitely take good care of my parents." Ye Jian's eyes turned slightly red when he thought of this. He had no parents in his previous life. In this life, he occupied the body of someone else's son, and he said that he would take good care of his parents for the original owner.

As he thought about it, Ye Jian returned to his memory's residence. However, Ye Jian did not expect that a girl, standing gracefully at the gate, seemed to be waiting for Ye Jian to return. Ye Jian judged through his figure and found that the girl seemed to be the lady he followed - Ye Xuan.

"Where did you go? How could you get hurt?"

As soon as Ye Jian came up, Ye Xuan asked anxiously.

Looking at the girl in white in front of her, with a melon-shaped face, accented eyebrows, agar pink nose, cherry mouth, and a pair of blurred big eyes, looking at Ye Jian with concern.

"If this is placed on the earth, it will definitely fascinate thousands of young men. What kind of beautiful stars are all standing aside." Ye Jian exclaimed in his heart.

In fact, the reason why Ye Jian reacted like this was because the original owner had a crush on Ye Xuan. It was because of his inferiority. The original owner kept hiding this idea in his heart and did not let Ye Xuan notice it at all. Ye Jian learned from the original owner's memory that when Ye Xuan was selected to the Nanluo Sect, the Ye family asked Ye Xuan to choose a follower from the family. To everyone's surprise, Ye Xuan actually chose Ye Jian, the worst talent. This decision made Ye Jian excited for several nights.

"It's okay, Miss, I'll go to bed first." Although Ye Jian also has an admiration for Ye Xuan, 300 blind dates have made Ye Jian immune to women. Even if the most beautiful woman stands in front of Ye Jian, Ye Jian can still control his emotions well.

Under Ye Xuan's strange gaze, Ye Jian entered his small room, closed the door, made some water, washed the blood stains on his body, and then lay naked on the bed and fell asleep.

When the dawn of dawn the next day was not yet here, Ye Jian took a simple wash and went out.

In the courtyard, Ye Jian stood up straight, closed his eyes, and recalled the mental techniques of the Tiger Fist. The Tiger Fist and the Yellow-level Low Martial Arts are divided into five styles in total. The first three styles have no names, and the last two styles are "Fuhu" and "Tiger Chong".

Ye Jian stole the horse, curled his left hand into a fist, and swung his right hand with all his strength, punching one punch after another.

Unlike the usual obscure foot strokes, Ye Jian is now fisting, and his fist is full of wind, and he feels a natural pleasure.

Bang!

The air was broken by a punch, and Ye Jian had no feeling in his heart and continued to wave.

The first form, the second form, and the third form.

Gradually, Ye Jian's fisting technique became faster and faster, and his punching speed continued to be rapid, and he was still very profitable. He could not notice the punching routine at all. Ye Jian's fisting technique took off his bonds, and then rushed to the fourth style "Fuhu" in one breath.

Ao Wow!

With a punch, the fist force whistled out, mixed with a tiger roar, directly knocking out a large pit in the ground in front of Ye Jian.

Ye Jian was slightly surprised when he stood with his fist.

You should know that for beginners, even the lowest-level martial arts are difficult to master. This is not only because of talent, but also because of people's ability to adapt to new things.

In short, from low to high, the difficulty is from nothing to something.

Ye Jian empty his soul, took a deep breath, and scattered the ups and downs of the tiger fist freely.

The first, the second... The fourth style ‘Fuhu’

The first, the second... The fourth style ‘Fuhu’

...

After more than ten consecutive times, Ye Jian finally became proficient in the fourth style "Fuhu". By chance, Ye Jian actually understood the fifth style "Tiger Crush" of the Tiger Fist again.

‘Tiger clash!’

Ye Jian's eyes became solemn, his horse steps were steadily under his feet, and his internal energy gathered in his right hand, and blew! The internal energy formed a tiger-head-shaped attacking energy, and it blasted hard towards the front.

Click!

Ye Jian's body seemed to have broken something, and then the qi in his body slowly accelerated like flowing water, completing small cycles after circle, and finally gathered into the dantian, flowing out from it, repeating itself.

Buzz!

The Dantian bulged and the inner qi in the body surged. The only internal qi that existed in Ye Jian's body had rapidly increased by a circle, and the speed had not stopped. After the increase of one circle again, the turbid internal qi was divided into three, turning into three internal qi. The internal qi was much condensed compared to before, and the size of each of them increased by a circle on the original basis.

The three internal energy circulates harmoniously in Ye Jian’s dantian.

Ye Jian immediately woke up from his boxing practice.

"It's actually so easy to reach the second level of warrior?" Ye Jian was self-aware. According to the original owner who only practiced at the first level of warriors in two years, Ye Jian estimated that it would take him half a year to achieve the second level of warriors. However, now it only took him less than an hour.
Chapter completed!