"However, your cultivation is still too weak, and it is completely unequal to your strength."
Mr.
Yun shook his head, "In recent times, your main task is to improve your cultivation."
Jiang Han nodded.
Indeed, his cultivation level was still too weak and needed to be improved.
Moreover, maintaining the ice body also requires a huge amount of true energy.
Although Jiang Han's physical body has been transformed and is far stronger than ordinary martial arts masters, compared with those martial kings, the true energy in his body is still too little.
For Jiang Han today, it is not difficult to improve his cultivation level.
The only thing he is worried about is the hurdle of martial arts.
"I estimate that I will be able to reach the ninth level martial arts master in another half month."
Jiang Han pondered, he needed to know more about the power of martial arts.
Telling this idea to Mr.
Yun, Mr.
Yun reached out and planned to pass the information about Wuhun into Jiang Han's mind, but suddenly remembered something and stopped.
"Why?"
Jiang Han was confused.
Mr.
Yun curled his lips helplessly, "The Demon Soul Grass is too overbearing.
If I forcibly transmit the information to your sea of consciousness, it will probably affect your soul."
He thought for a while, waved his hand and took out a book, "You take your time.
Look, this book contains records about martial arts, don’t be careless.”
Mr.
Yun seriously warned Jiang Han that a martial spirit would accompany a warrior throughout his life.
A good martial spirit could greatly enhance a warrior's strength.
"By the way, I want to ask the Tian Empire whether the martial spirit is inherited."
Jiang Han suddenly thought of something and asked casually.
Mr.
Yun glanced at him with a half-smile, which made him tremble with fear.
Then he nodded slowly in Jiang Han's uneasy mood, "Yes."
Jiang Han's mouth twitched slightly, feeling helpless.
But then, Mr.
Yun spoke again.
Said: "However, not everyone can awaken to the inheritance of martial arts.
It is the power hidden deep in the blood, just like treasures buried in the ground.
Some are buried shallowly and some are buried deeply."
"Those buried shallowly will have a higher chance of being discovered and dug out, while those buried deep will be difficult to find, so the chance of being dug out is very small."
Jiang Han felt slightly relieved.
In this way, even if the martial spirit he awakened was not the inheritance of the Wentian Empire, it would not matter.
Besides, listen to what Mr.
Yun wants.
The martial spirit should be related to bloodline, so he might not be unable to awaken the inherited martial spirit of the Wentian Empire.
"Then what is the inherited martial spirit of the Wentian Empire?"
Jiang Han's current status is very special.
He is the illegitimate son of the Emperor Wentian among the people.
It is completely normal to not know this.
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Mr.
Yun had some doubts in his heart, but when he thought of Wentian Yu, he gave up his doubts.
Wentian Jade will never appear in the hands of anyone who is not a member of the Wentian Emperor Clan.
Mr.
Yun was silent for a moment.
A look of sigh flashed in Vicissitudes' eyes, and he stretched out his right hand.
White light overflowed and gathered in the air, slowly condensing into a shape that was extremely familiar to Jiang Han.
"It's a dragon," Mr.
Yun said softly.
Yes, it's a dragon Jiang Han stared blankly at the little dragon formed by the white light, feeling a little distracted for a moment.
It was a beautiful and noble creature, although it was covered in scales and cloth.
Like a snake, but without the slightest hint of ferocity, like a handicraft carved by heaven.
Under the control of Mr.
Yun, the little white dragon seemed to be alive, jumping and dancing among the white clouds condensed with white light.
Swallowing clouds and mist, it looks extremely beautiful.
And if you look carefully, you will find that although the little white dragon looks like a living creature, its eyes have no sparkle at all.
Not a real dragon after all.
Jiang Han had seen the shadow of a golden dragon on Ye Tianming's dragon body before, but it was very blurry and could not be compared with the white dragon formed by Yun Lao.
When he was on Earth, Jiang Han had heard too many legends about dragons, and dragons were often seen on the screen.
However, the dragons that had been modified by humans no longer had their original flavor.
However, in general, it's still the same.
This made Jiang Han more certain that the earth had also had its glory.
"Dragon," Jiang Han murmured softly, "If this is a real dragon" "Stop dreaming."
Mr.
Yun bluntly shattered Jiang Han's delusion.
He stretched out a finger, and the white dragon wrapped around it.
Old Yun's eyes were deep, as if he were trapped in the endless void.
At this moment, he was staring at the little white dragon and spoke softly and seriously, as if he was also telling himself.
"Don't talk about a real dragon, even a sub-dragon.
At such a close distance, the dragon power it releases alone is enough to destroy you."
Jiang Han shrugged and did not refute.
There is no need to refute.
Because creatures like dragons, no matter which legend they are in, are powerful species at the top of the food chain.
With his current strength, once he encounters them, it is a normal ending to be wiped out in ashes.
"If it were a real dragon, even I would die," Old Yun muttered to himself, as if he was thinking about calculating the possibility of surviving against a real dragon.
Jiang Han nodded in agreement.
For Mr.
Yun to have such thoughts and speculations, it only means that he does not understand the terror of real dragons.
This is normal.
Dragons have not appeared in Tianwu Continent for more than many years, and there will only be a few sub-dragons at most.
But Jiang Han knows that true dragons are legendary creatures.
Even the weakest true dragon is legendary.
If Jiang Han's calculations were correct, and if warriors were divided into levels according to the system, then Warrior Master should only belong to the legendary level.
The strongest among the Martial Lords can at most be comparable to the weakest epic level.
Yun Lao's cultivation level must be very powerful among the Martial Masters, and he should be able to compete with the weak Epic level.
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However, Zhenlong estimates that Yun Lao is not his enemy.
"So, do you understand how powerful your Wentian Emperor Clan is?"
Mr.
Yun came back to his senses, waved his hand, the white light disappeared, and the little dragon disappeared.
Jiang Han curled his lips and hummed, "Be careful, don't talk about you.
I have nothing to do with the Wentian Emperor Clan."
Mr.
Yun said with a smile: "No matter how you refute, the blood in your body is from the Wentian Emperor clan.
Can you still drain the blood?"
"Old guy, I have always suspected that you have some unclear relationship with the Wentian Emperor Clan."
Jiang Han squinted at Mr.
Yun, "By the way, are you an ancestor of a certain generation of the Wentian Emperor Clan?"
Mr.
Yun stared at Jiang Han dumbfounded, as if he was seeing a peerless idiot.
Jiang Han has a string of black lines on his forehead.
This look is really unbearable.
"Boy, don't you know what my surname is?
My surname is Yun, but my surname is Ye from the Wentian Emperor clan.
Don't tell you that you can't read."
"The last name doesn't mean everything."
Jiang Han snapped his fingers, raised his brows slightly, and slowly formed a strange smile at the corner of his mouth.
"For example, my surname is Jiang, not Ye":