Hearing that he could really improve his martial arts, Ye Weiming immediately said eagerly: "Then let's start quickly. What should I do first? Do I want to be enlightened, or should I abolish my previous martial arts first, or should I destroy my martial arts first?
Drain the blood and give me another blood exchange? Tell me, as long as I can become a sword master, I can endure any pain."
Seeing his eldest brother moving forward without hesitation, Ye Weiqing was really dumbfounded. Your brother, I want to help you improve your cultivation, not to torture you to extract a confession. I also abolished your martial arts and drained the blood. What a shame for you.
come out.
"Sit cross-legged first, and then take these two pills. Remember to take the green one first, and then take the other one after you feel the potency is exerted." Ye Weiqing handed him two pills and said.
Ye Weiming saw that his brother did not intend to abolish his martial arts, nor did he intend to bleed himself, but just let himself take these two small pills. Although he was a little confused, he still followed his instructions seriously.
After Ye Weiming sat down, he first took the green pill, and then a warm energy appeared silently in his body, and then some of his hidden wounds and some of his weak points were all removed.
This energy was repaired quickly. The meridians and Dantian were given special attention. Now his body and Dou Qi sea have been greatly strengthened, and the body's skeletal muscles, including internal organs, have been tempered from the inside out.
Feeling extremely comfortable all over his body, Ye Weiming didn't expect that this small pill could have such an effect. He thought that there was another pill in his hand, and now was the time to take it. Thinking of him like this
Without any further hesitation, he immediately raised his hand and took the second pill.
Ye Weiqing watched her elder brother closely and saw him take the second pill, and then saw his whole body shake suddenly, which was obviously a reaction caused by the rapid power of the medicine.
The second pill I gave my eldest brother was an enhanced version of the Centennial Pill, which guaranteed that the energy contained in it could take him directly from a high-level swordsman to a sword master. But such a huge amount of medicinal energy would be difficult for ordinary people to bear.
That is to say, only a person like my elder brother who has been practicing hard for more than ten years can have such physical conditions. After fighting on the battlefield, his mental power has been greatly improved. Only then can he have the conditions for such a substantial improvement.
Despite this, Ye Weiqing gave him a Guoluo Dan first to further strengthen his body and meridians. This way he could ensure that nothing went wrong and that this substantial improvement would not cause damage to his body.
This will further affect future practice.
Now, although Ye Weiqing has made full preparations, the improvement method he has designed is also very reliable. But after all, the improvement is too large at one time, and the majestic power of this enhanced version of the Centennial Pill alone is not something that ordinary people can easily control.
So he watched carefully, so that if any accident happened, he could take action in time.
However, as time went by, Ye Weiqing's nervous heart gradually relaxed. His eldest brother was indeed a man who had been tempered on the battlefield, and his mental strength had indeed reached a very high level. Except for the fact that he was not used to it at the beginning.
This huge energy, apart from the somewhat embarrassing performance, in the following process, he can basically completely control this huge energy, and use them to continuously attack higher cultivation levels.
Seeing this, Ye Weiqing has basically let go. As long as he controls this huge energy, there will be no obstacles to breaking through to the Sword Master. Now all he has to do is wait patiently.
After another moment of burning incense, I saw a blue light suddenly erupting from my elder brother's body, and then I saw him standing up suddenly while he was sitting, and then laughed and said: "Hahaha, I am also a swordsman."
Holy."
The sound was so loud that it was almost deafening. Ye Weiqing, who was standing aside, was startled by his sudden action. Looking at his elder brother's excited expression, Ye Weiqing also felt a sense of emotion in his heart.
Once upon a time, the Sword Master was so out of reach in their hearts. The reason why the Ye family was unable to compete with those enemies was because there was only one Sword Master in Ye Tian. If the Ye family had two more Sword Masters, the enemies would also be unable to compete with them.
They can no longer be so arrogant, and their Ye family will no longer be forced to fall apart.
But becoming a sword master is such an unattainable goal that most people dare not even think about it. But the two brothers Ye Weiming and Ye Weiqing, in order to bring their grandmother and mother back home and reunite the Ye family,
This goal must be achieved. Because only by becoming a sword master can one have hope of achieving all of this. It can be said that being a sword master is an obsession in Ye Weiming's heart.
Now that the goal he had worked so hard for had finally been achieved, how could Ye Weiming not be excited.
After yelling, Ye Weiming didn't seem to be satisfied. He punched suddenly, then looked at the blue wave of fighting spirit emitted from his fist and smiled stupidly. After laughing for a while, he punched again to see if the fighting spirit shot still represented the sword.
Holy blue, just another burst of giggles.
Ye Weiqing understood his elder brother's mood very well. He smiled and looked at his elder brother who was still giggling, and said to his heart, I understand you are excited, but you can't test your tricks in my room. After being beaten down by your punches,
Where can I find a complete piece of furniture in my room?
Ye Weiqing smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, I'm trying to improve your cultivation, but I'm not letting you waste things!"
Hearing his brother's words, Ye Weiming woke up from his excitement. He looked at the messy room, and for a moment he didn't know what to do. He thought to himself: I did this? His brother had just promoted him to a cultivation level.
Because of this, he smashed up his younger brother's room. Isn't this repaying kindness with hatred?
Scratching his head blankly, Ye Weiming said apologetically: "Um, I'm sorry, brother, I couldn't hold back my excitement."
Seeing his embarrassed look scratching his head, Ye Weiqing was amused again, so he deliberately said: "I was excited for a moment. If I hadn't dodged in time, I'm afraid my younger brother would have been knocked down by your excitement. I will improve my strength next time."
I don’t dare to use this method on you again.”
Hearing what Ye Weiqing said, Ye Weiming immediately became anxious, so he immediately said sincerely, "This is all my brother's fault. Look, brother..."
"Okay, I'm joking with you. I see you are anxious. We are brothers. If something good happens, I can still forget you." Ye Weiqing said with a smile.
When Ye Weiming heard this, he immediately felt relieved. Now he has completely convinced his younger brother. From a high-level swordsman to a sword master, things that he never dared to dream about before have actually come true. It's really true.
I can’t accept it!
He was sighing in his heart when he heard Ye Weiqing continue: "But the furniture you damaged must be compensated according to the price. I did the math, and the total is only 142,250 purple gold coins. We are brothers.
, I’ll give you the change again, just give me 100,000.”
"What?" Ye Weiming asked with his mouth wide open. He almost fell to the ground. One hundred thousand purple gold coins, even if he sold himself, he wouldn't be able to get that much money.
But before he could say anything more, he heard a voice in the yard shouting: "You bastard, come out of your brother's room quickly. Your father is not in a good mood and I want to train you."
"What?" Ye Weiming asked another question. When he heard this voice, he knew that his father was unhappy again and wanted to take out his anger on him. He had just been blackmailed by his younger brother here, and his father over there wanted to beat him up again to take out his anger. Ye
Weiming couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh, "Why is it always me who gets hurt?"
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