Ying Tianjiao looked at Jiang Yan like he looked at a fool. He sighed lightly and said speechlessly, "Brother Jiang, which country did you come from?"

"The more martial arts go, the greater the difference in strength between warriors at different levels. This gap also makes fighting across levels a very difficult or even very difficult thing."

"This is why there is a saying that warriors cannot fight across levels."

Ying Tianjiao said, "So it is not wrong to say that warriors cannot fight across levels, in a sense."

"But it is still possible to fight across levels, right?" Jiang Yan asked.

"It's true, but it's really difficult to fight beyond the level..." Ying Tianjiao said, "Body realm, Qi realm, Dan realm, Funeral realm, Tribulation realm... Every major cultivation realm of human warriors has different cultivation methods, and these exercises are divided into four levels."

"If a warrior has been practicing high-grade martial arts since the beginning of the martial arts path, his foundation will become stronger and stronger. Every time he improves one level, his strength will be several times higher than that of a warrior of the same level. Then it is not impossible for him to fight higher than the level of his level."

"Thank you for your answer." Jiang Yan thanked him seriously. These questions may be just common sense for Tianjiao, but they are very precious to Jiang Yan. Ying Tianjiao's words solved Jiang Yan's doubts.

Afterwards, he will continue to deduce super skills to practice, laying a stronger foundation for his own martial arts.

In this way, if one day he can reach the peak of martial arts, he will be the best in this realm.

...

In the next period of time, Jiang Yan and his team successively destroyed the remaining teams of two flying eagle bandits.

The Flying Eagle Bandits burned, killed, looted, and were worth a lot of money. Jiang Yan wiped them out, which was a small fortune.

It was dusk, and the sun was tilting. Jiang Yan waited for the news of his retreat, and the mission was finally over.

...

Yingjia Villa.

"Tianjiao, what's wrong with you?" Ying Hongmei served the food and sat opposite Ying Tianjiao.

She looked at Ying Tianjiao with concern in her eyes.

After Ying Tianjiao returned home tonight, he was depressed and had a hint of dusk energy on his body.

This made her a little confused. Ying Tianjiao had outstanding talents and broke through the Gangqi realm in one fell swoop and was valued by the family. He should have been full of energy.

Did something special happened today that hit him?

She decided to ask why, comfort him, and feed him chicken soup.

"Oh, sister, I want to change my name..." Ying Tianjiao sighed and said, "What do you think of the name Ying Tiancai?"

Isn’t the same thing as the genius…? Ying Hong’s eyes were puzzled, and a big question mark appeared on her forehead.

Ying Tianjiao smiled dejectedly, and then he took a deep breath.

His eyes showed firmness again. Although he was hit hard by Jiang Yan today, his motivation for cultivation was even greater.

"Hmph..." Ying Tianjiao drank a glass of wine and said to himself, "Jiang Yan can fight over the ranks, so can I!"

"After the trip to Luo Cang's Secret Realm, I will go back to Ye Huai immediately. I need more experience and more cultivation resources."

Looking at Ying Tianjiao whose expression was changing constantly, Ying Hongmei was completely confused.

...

night.

Yang Yan suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were still confused.

"I am the Emperor?"

"I am reincarnated now?"

"One day, I will be back at the peak?"

Sighing, Yang Yan smiled bitterly, this dream was too real, and the scenes in the dream were too grand, which made him really feel that he had a past life.

He was a super strong man in his previous life.

"The Immortal World of Wind, the Eighteenth Era, the Gate of Eternal Life, the True Soldier of the Dao..."

The most thoughtful novelists in Luo Cangcheng dare not write a storybook like this.

Shaking his head gently, Yang Yan closed his eyes again. He hoped that he would not have a similar dream anymore and would have to carry a big bag tomorrow.

He is just an ordinary grain shop worker, not an emperor.

Then, half an hour later, Yang Yan woke up again.

The confusion in his eyes was even more serious.

He dreamed again, but it was still the previous dream. In the dream, he was a peerless powerful man standing proudly in the long river of time. He was dominating the galaxy and his eyes could destroy the galaxy.

"Maybe...is it true?"

Yang Yan felt lucky in his heart. If possible, he was indeed willing to be the reincarnation of the peerless strong man in his dream.

Thinking of this, he was looking forward to entering this dream again.

What I thought about, Yang Yan continued to dream.

In the dream, Yang Yan sat upright on the top of Daluo, his eyes were clear.

Beside him, the two stood quietly, one was tall, with a large black bow floating above his head. When the bowstring vibrated, the entire space was slightly rippling.

The second person was a handsome young man. He just carried a snow-white sword on his back and looked ahead from afar, looking at the sank of joy.

In the distance, layers of ugly cracks appeared, the space was broken, and clusters of black shadows emerged.

This is their enemy, the destroyer of the world...the shadow demon.

The three of them were speechless and immediately flew up and killed towards the dense shadow demons in the distance.

Yang Yan was in blood and killed to the point of madness. He was very strong, but there were too many enemies.

In the end, after Yang Yan killed billions of shadow demons with one punch, he finally exhausted his body and was torn to pieces by the shadow demon who was besieging him.

"What a dream that makes people yearn for." With the last trace of consciousness, Yang Yan curled up his lips and laughed. In reality, he was an ordinary person, but here he was a powerful man.

This feeling is pretty good.

Swish!

Yang Yan woke up again, but as soon as his consciousness recovered, he felt severe pain sweeping across his body.

It hurts so much that the Buddha's body is torn.

This is not an illusion. Yang Yan's pretty strong body is now covered with dense cracks, blood gushing out, making the bedding dizzy red.

"I..." Yang Yan opened his mouth, but could not speak, and blood was also flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Crackling!

It's not just his flesh, his bones, his internal organs, everything about him is cracking.

The damage in the dream became reality, Yang Yan's entire body became fragments, and the fragments split again until they became blood foam.

...

"Gently, let's play hide and seek together."

In the valley field, a group of children shouted loudly at the worn-out little girls, their voices were very sincere.

They invited Ji Qingqing to play games together.

This is something that Ji Qingqing dared not think about but longed for. Her family is very poor, and she doesn't have any clean clothes. She usually wears worn out.

My friends don't like her very much.

"Really...can it be?"

"Really...can you play together?" she asked repeatedly.

"Of course..." the friends replied loudly, "We are good friends..."

"Of course my good friends have to play together. Come on, let's play hide and seek together."

good friend.

hide and seek.

Ji Qingqing's eyes lit up, she gently put her braids together and ran quickly into the team of her friends.

Cheerful sounds rippled throughout the valley.
Chapter completed!