Chapter 4: A competition

"You, actually hit your own brother so hard!" Yang Ming looked at his grandson Yang Zhong's face and arms, feeling extremely distressed, pointing at Yang Xiaotian and angrily.

Yang Xiaotian said: "He hit my sister's face first, and whipped my sister with a whip!"

At this time, everyone saw Yang Ling'er's red and swollen face and the shocking whip marks on both arms.

Yang Ling'er's thin arms had at least seven whip marks.

Yang Ming turned a blind eye, pointing at Yang Xiaotian and shaking his beard: "You hit your own brother and dared to talk back! Come on, lock him up in the ancestral house for a day, and no one can bring him food on this day!"

No food for a day?

Yang Chao's face changed: "Father!"

It is now deep winter, and the ancestral house is extremely cold, and it is even colder at night. It is difficult for a seven-year-old child like Yang Xiaotian to be locked in the ancestral house for a day without food or water!

"What are you still standing there for, lock him up in the ancestral house!" Yang Ming shouted angrily at a manager of Yangjiazhuang.

Seeing that the steward was going to take her brother away, Yang Linger cried and hugged Yang Xiaotian, saying to Yang Ming: "Grandpa, please don't lock my brother up in the ancestral house, please!"

Yang Ming was indifferent.

Finally, Yang Xiaotian was imprisoned in the ancestral house in the back mountain.

The wooden door of the ancestral house was closed, and the world became quiet. Yang Xiaotian looked at the tablets of the ancestors of the Yang family in the ancestral house through the dim light, but his heart was very peaceful.

Not allowed to eat for a day?

I didn't expect that after he awakened the "secondary" turtle martial spirit, his grandfather hated him to such an extent.

Yang Xiaotian sat cross-legged and began to practice Prajna Gong, urging the martial spirit to devour the spiritual energy of heaven and earth wholeheartedly.

Being locked in the world of the ancestral house, Yang Xiaotian had no distracting thoughts, and the speed of devouring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to be faster, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was constantly transformed into spiritual power in his body.

At night, the ancestral house was filled with cold wind, but Yang Xiaotian was not cold or hungry at all.

The world was silent, and his perception continued to extend, and he could even hear the chirping of insects a hundred meters away clearly.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, the sound of breaking out of the cocoon sounded again in his body.

Yang Xiaotian was happy.

He finally made another breakthrough and stepped into the third level.

And he found that he seemed to have undergone some transformation, and his perception was far beyond before.

Being locked up in the ancestral house was a blessing in disguise.

A day later, Yang Xiaotian was finally released. His father Yang Chao, mother Huang Ying, and sister Yang Ling'er were waiting outside the ancestral house. When they saw Yang Xiaotian coming out, his mother Huang Ying secretly wiped her tears and hugged Yang Xiaotian tightly.

Yang Ling'er cried even more.

"Mom, I'm fine." Yang Xiaotian smiled at his mother, "I want to be locked up for a few more days." This was the truth.

In the following days, Yang Xiaotian, like before, almost never left the house and practiced in his own yard.

And after Yang Zhong was slapped, he became much more obedient and stayed in his own yard to practice hard.

Knowing that Yang Zhong stayed in his yard and practiced like himself, Yang Xiaotian's face was calm. He certainly knew why Yang Zhong practiced so hard.

Yang Zhong just wanted to break through the first level as soon as possible, and wait until the family's year-end meeting to teach him a lesson.

Will you not let me go?

Thinking of Yang Zhong's previous shouting that he would not let him go at the family's year-end meeting, Yang Xiaotian suddenly punched out, releasing his spiritual power, and the big stone in the yard was blasted into countless pieces of rubble.

Days passed one by one.

The end of the year is approaching.

Yangjiazhuang began to purchase New Year's goods and decorated it festively.

Yang Xiaotian stood in the yard full of snow and practiced Tai Chi Sutra. With each punch and move, the fist force was soft and hard, bringing up countless snowflakes on the ground.

After breaking through the third level, although the breakthrough speed was much slower, after these days of hard practice, Yang Xiaotian still successfully broke through to the fourth level and reached the peak of the fourth level.

And his Tai Chi Sutra has made more obvious progress, and the fist force can already cover a range of three meters.

After practicing for a while, Yang Xiaotian stopped and felt his whole body steaming.

Tomorrow is the family annual meeting.

Originally, the family annual meeting was not so soon, but at Yang Zhong's request, his grandfather Yang Ming brought the family annual meeting forward.

Family annual meeting advanced? It seems that Yang Zhong has broken through to the first level, and he can't wait to teach him a lesson at the family annual meeting!

Yang Xiaotian walked out of the yard. He has been practicing hard these days and rarely sees his sister. He plans to go see the little girl.

"Have you heard that tomorrow at the family annual meeting, a big shot from the Divine Sword Academy will come to our Yangjiazhuang!"

"A big shot from the Divine Sword Academy? Who is he? Why is he coming to Yangjiazhuang?"

In the distance, the guards of Yangjiazhuang were discussing.

Yang Xiaotian was surprised.

Divine Sword Academy? Divine Sword Academy is the top of the four major academies of their Shenhai Kingdom. If the family disciples can enter the Divine Sword Academy to practice, it will be a matter of honor for the family.

"The big shot of the Divine Sword Academy learned that our young master Yang Zhong had awakened the Qingluan martial spirit, and came to Yangjiazhuang to accept him as his disciple!"

"Now the news has spread in Xingyue City, and many masters in Xingyue City have come to congratulate him. The old manor owner has been smiling so much that his mouth has never closed."

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Several guards were talking.

Yang Xiaotian listened, his face was normal.

The next day.

The sun was a little cold.

After Yang Xiaotian got up, he learned that his grandfather Yang Ming, his uncle Yang Hai, and Yang Zhong had gone out early to welcome the big shot of the Divine Sword Academy.

However, his grandfather did not notify his father to go with him to welcome him.

The front hall of Yangjiazhuang is where the annual family meeting of Yangjiazhuang is held.

When Yang Xiaotian, his parents, and his sister Yang Ling'er arrived at the front hall, it was already crowded with people.

There was laughter and joy in the hall, and no one paid attention to the arrival of Yang Xiaotian's family.

Yang Xiaotian looked over and saw that his grandfather and the masters of Xingyue City were all gathered around a silver-haired old man.

This silver-haired old man was obviously a big shot in the Divine Sword Academy.

He learned from his father that the other party was Chen Yuan, the vice president of the Divine Sword Academy.

The vice president of the Divine Sword Academy is definitely a big shot in the Divine Sea Kingdom. Such a person is not even dared to be neglected by the royal family of the Divine Sea Kingdom, let alone the people of Xingyue City.

After a while, the annual meeting of Yangjiazhuang began.

Yang Ming said lovingly to his grandson Yang Zhong beside him: "Zhong'er, go up and show your strength, so that Master Chen Yuan can see how you have been practicing these days."

Yang Zhong responded, leaped up, and landed on the martial arts stage in front of the hall, then circulated his spiritual power and released the spiritual power in his body.

Suddenly, his whole body glowed.

"First-order peak!" Feeling Yang Zhong's aura, many masters in Xingyue City were surprised.

Yang Zhong awakened his martial soul, but it was only twenty days, and he had already broken through to the first-order peak.

Even Chen Yuan was surprised and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Qingluan is worthy of being a top-level ten martial soul."

Qingluan martial soul is rare in Shenhai Country, and that's why he came all the way to Yangjiazhuang.

This child Yang Zhong really surprised him. In less than twenty days, he broke through to the first-order peak!

He had only seen this kind of practice speed in a few people.

Hearing Chen Yuan's praise, Yang Ming and Yang Hai smiled widely.

At this time, Yang Zhong's eyes fell on Yang Xiaotian in the crowd and said, "Xiaotian, I know you have been practicing hard behind closed doors these days. Do you dare to come up and have a competition with me?"