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Ye Ran in the dream has not practiced any skills, and his strength is the blessing of the Heavenly Tribulation Prison.

This is the first time in my life that I have practiced meditation.

The black infuriating energy, carrying thunder, flows unimpeded through the blocked meridians, forming a complete Great Zhoutian.

"Thunder Hell Sutra" is just like Ye Ran's instinct, he doesn't need to understand it, everything will happen naturally and logically.

Deep in the dantian, a black cyclone was spinning crazily. The first level warrior realm became more stable and faintly moved towards the second level.

Ye Ran is sixteen years old. At this age, he has become a first-level warrior. Compared with other students in the academy, he is still far behind.

The average student's cultivation level is around the third level, and the better ones will reach the fourth level, such as Chu Yuxiu and Meng Duo, but they are not considered geniuses.

Tang Xiuyuan, the chief student of the martial arts academy in Daqian Academy, has reached the eighth level of peak cultivation, surpassing many teachers in the academy and can be called a monster.

…

Suddenly, the "Thunder Hell Sutra of All Realms" in Ye Ran's body stopped operating. He stood up and raised his hands, and slowly performed a set of boxing techniques.

The first form of Qingdi Fist in the early days is as wide as the sky.

The vast fist intention is like the blue sky, boundless and swaying out.

Unable to help himself, Ye Ran was immersed in this vast artistic conception and practiced his boxing techniques with all his heart.

"What's going on?"

Not sure how much time had passed before Ye Ran opened his eyes.

He was surprised to find that the "Thunder Hell Sutra" that had stopped operating in his body was re-activating with the boxing technique, and his cultivation level also broke through, from the first level to the second level.

"this……"

Ye Ran was a little unbelievable, "This Taichu Qingdi Fist is clearly a god-level body-refining boxing technique. And this kind of artistic conception is the best among god-level techniques."

Thinking of Lin Yan's calm appearance when he gave Taichu Qingdi Fist to him, Ye Ran was a little lost in thought.

"Taichu Qingdi Fist? That Qingdi guy didn't have this kind of artistic conception to create such a boxing technique."

Ye Ran carefully recalled the "Guangxi Changkong" boxing technique, and unknowingly got immersed in it again.

The artistic conceptions of "Taichu Qingdi Fist" and "Thunder Hell Sutra" are different.

Although both are vast and majestic, the "Thunder Hell Sutra" is fierce and domineering, with the power of thunder and punishment. The "Taichu Qingdi Fist" is ethereal and void, as light as smoke and dust.

These two completely opposite artistic conceptions are perfectly integrated in Ye Ran's body, and they even vaguely form a realm of softness on the outside and hardness on the inside.

The sun sets in the west, and the last ray of light is swallowed up by the darkness.

Ye Ran jumped off the roof, walked into the kitchen, and lit the candles.

In the kitchen, firewood, rice, oil, salt, pots and pans are all available, arranged neatly and meticulously.

Ye Ran took the rice and used the remaining elixir to cook a pot of medicinal porridge and brought it to the room.

Lin Yan had already woken up and was sitting on the bed in trance, hugging the quilt.

Ye Ran lit the lamp in the room and put the porridge on the bedside table. He looked at Lin Yan's dazed look at this moment, couldn't help it, and reached out to rub his head.

"I'm not cold anymore..."

Lin Yan looked at Ye Ran blankly, with a hint of hoarseness and confusion in his voice.

The unfamiliar warmth on his body made him a little uncomfortable.

"Take medicine on time and you won't be cold anymore."

Ye Ran heard the voice and said: "Eat."

Lin Yan hasn't eaten anything for a day.

Smelling the medicinal porridge with a faint sweetness, Lin Yan responded and picked up the bowl.

"Where to go?"

Seeing Ye Ran get up and go out, Lin Yan asked quickly.

"Someone will be here soon. I'll wait outside while you eat slowly."

Ye Ran turned back and smiled.

"oh."

Lin Yan nodded, slept all afternoon, and was still a little drowsy now.

Ye Ran pushed the door open and went out, lit the lantern hanging at the courtyard door, sat down against the courtyard door, and began to practice the artistic conception of Taichu Qingdi Fist in his mind.

Not long after, the sound of chaotic footsteps was heard in the darkness.

"A little faster than I thought."

Ye Ran raised his eyes and saw about twenty people coming from the darkness.

It was Meng Duo, Meng Xueying and others, and Yue Longyuan was also walking beside Meng Duo.

Tsk, they actually came together.

Having experienced all kinds of things in life in his dream, Ye Ran would not be stupid enough to risk his own death. He would not be able to protect himself even if he threw himself into a trap, let alone being unreasonable.

But when Meng Duo and others took the initiative to show up, the result was different.

Although Meng Changqin was the left prime minister, the Meng family was still a nouveau riche with no background and could not calm down at all.

Meng Duo went to great lengths to anger Ye Ran, but Ye Ran was not fooled, so naturally he couldn't sit still.

One of Meng Duo's eyes was still green. When he saw Ye Ran sitting in front of the door with a leisurely expression, his face looked a little ugly.

He immediately sneered and said: "Ye Ran, you are indeed as lowly as your damn mother. Now, come back to the Prime Minister's Mansion with us honestly, otherwise..."

There was an inexplicable threat in his voice.

"Did you spread those words?"

Ye Ran raised his eyes, looked at Meng Duo, and said calmly.

"It's just the truth."

The person who answered him was Meng Xueying, with a disdainful mockery on her face, "If your mother hadn't used medicine, how would my father have fallen in love with a country woman?"

This is how Meng Changqin explained Ye Ran's origin, and everyone believed it.

Ye Ran's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Do you really think I can't kill someone?"

Ye Ran stood up, murderous intent bursting out of his eyes.

"kill?"

Meng Duo stepped back slightly, guarding Meng Xueying behind him, and sneered: "Who can you kill? Take him down!"

In an instant, the people behind Meng Duo rushed forward.

Although these people were wearing school uniforms, they all carried strong blood and murderous intent. They were obviously carefully trained dead soldiers and secret guards.

Yue Longyuan saw that Ye Ran's hands were always hidden in his sleeves, and he suddenly laughed and said: "Ye Ran, are you planning to take medicine? They all took my antidote pills before leaving, and your poison is ineffective on them."

The tone was triumphant.

Ye Ran had no intention of taking any medicine, but after hearing this, he still said, "Thanks for the reminder."

Yue Longyuan: "..."

Meng Xueying looked at him like an idiot. She was still too young and too pushy.

There were a total of twenty-three dead soldiers and secret guards in front of them. They were all sixth-level warriors, well-trained and coordinated flawlessly.

Ye Ran thought for a while and used Taichu Qingdi Fist.

In the first pose, the sky is vast, and his figure is floating, like the vast blue sky, unfathomable.

Ye Ran has been weak since he was a child. When he was just born, his grandfather collected countless elixirs to help him stay healthy.

Now, Ye Ran's physical body has already reached the limit of the physical strength of ordinary people, and is comparable to a seventh-level warrior.

In the dream, Ye Ran's opponents were all the big demons who dominated the world, just dead soldiers and secret guards of several human dynasties, but he really didn't take it to heart.

…

After twenty-three breaths.

Twenty-three dead soldiers and secret guards lay on the ground, unable to move.

"you……"

Meng Duo, Meng Xueying, and Yue Longyuan's expressions changed greatly.

"You...you can actually practice martial arts!"

A look of fear appeared on Meng Duo's face.

At first, he thought that Ye Ran was just a little stronger than ordinary people... But just now, Ye Ran's ethereal movement skills were clearly a superb martial art.
To be continued...