Supreme Grandpa Chapter 63
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Name: Yang Song
Combat Power: 3rd stage Foundation Building Realm
Talent: literature (18), music (15), immortal cultivation (50), alchemy (100), charm (99), language (8), exercises (10)
Talent to be Opened: None
Assignable Points: 40 points
In the secret room, Yang Song stopped cultivating. After opening his eyes, his first reaction was to check his attributes.
"It's not difficult to cultivate. It's only been a month since starting the system, right? In such a short period of time, I have advanced to the 3rd stage of the Foundation Building Realm. If this is to spread out, who will believe it?"
"Previously, I thought it would take half a year to go near the Core Formation Realm, but according to the current rate, it will actually only take around three or four months..."
"However, although my cultivation base is high, my actual combat experience is almost zero. Next, I have to find some people weaker than me to practice. But who on earth should I look for?"
Yang Song sighed with emotion.
Normally, if one wanted to advance, one must walk on the edge of life and death all year round and break through one's own limitations.
But Yang Song sneered at this.
He finally awakened the system and had a cultivation sutra to practice. Every day, he only needed to cultivate step by step, and then he would be able to go even further from the Grandmaster stage and become very powerful. Why did he have to go out to cause trouble with the risk of being killed?
He caused trouble on the street the previous time was all because of the Golden-Eyed Mouse.
And so, in order to prevent the boat from overturning, before deciding to go out to train himself, Yang Song also took out a small notebook, wrote down three rules and he must conform to the three rules before he became a Core Formation Realm cultivator.
"First: To find someone to challenge, I must find a warrior two stages lower than me and without any background!"
"Second: Hide my true strength at all times. At most, I can only declare to the outside world that I am a 2nd Tier Warrior martial artist."
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"Third: When I have to show my true power in the case I am forced to or in the case there's a treasure, I must use the God-level Disguise Technique, completely change my face, and after grabbing the treasure, I must run away quickly. With this, I will definitely not be recognized."
There were these three as the basis.
Yang Song quickly put on a brand new white sportswear and a pair of limited edition white sneakers.
Ten minutes later, Yang Song drove out of the courtyard on a hoverboard.
"Elder Yang has come. Are you going to exercise today?"
As usual, when he went out, he was blocked by Su Xiaotuan. Today's Su Xiaotuan was wearing a pair of white sandals, with ten toes playfully exposed, crystal clear and very cute.
When she asked him, a sweet smile appeared on her blushing face.
"That's right," Yang Song nodded slightly.
"Elder, what sport are you planning to do today?" Su Xiaotuan asked curiously.
Yang Song: "Today, I haven't thought about it yet. I will go to the park first before thinking about it."
"Okay, I'll go with you."
Su Xiaotuan was holding her phone and jogging all the way next to Yang Song. After a while, her body was covered with sweat, while Yang Song was carrying his hands on his back and stepping on the hoverboard very leisurely.
At this time, in the live broadcast room, none of the fans felt sorry for Su Xiaotuan.
Their attention was all on Yang Song.
"Not good, there's an unusual rate of heartbeat in my heart!"
"Elder Yang is getting more and more handsome. His temperament is getting more and more prominent. If he wears a black suit and goes out for a fight, I bet he will look like a suit thug."
"Suit thug? Isn't it mafia?"
"What should I do if I feel hot all over after watching him?"
"Upstairs, your taste is a bit unique... Elder Yang is not only old but also big, are you sure you can tolerate him?"
All kinds of barrages popped up every second, which made the live broadcast room very lively.
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In addition, Great Energy Pill has become very popular in Tong City recently. Yang Song, who has not been out of the house for several years and is gradually forgotten by people, suddenly discovered that many passers-by have begun to greet him one after another.
"Old Master has really big muscles."
"Elder, your son is so rich, but why do you ride a hoverboard? Why don't you let him buy you a sports car?"
"Patriarch Yang, good afternoon, have you eaten yet?"
"Mr. Yang, where can I buy this sportswear?"
"Elder, there is a square dance over there tonight. We can dance together."
He didn't know the vast majority of these greeting voices, but he still nodded in response.
Five minutes later.
Yang Song came to Rivulet Park. As before, he walked to the position of the horizontal bar. After a while, two hundred pull-ups were done. His face was not red, and his heart was not beating fast. His body had become stronger again.
The only difference was that now when Yang Song was exercising, his eyes were swept towards the other martial artists around him from time to time.
Quickly, his gaze stayed on a middle-aged man.
The man was performing a set of movement which was similar to Tai Chi. His movements seemed soft, but every time he attacked, it gave off a strong and powerful feeling and even produced a faint exploding sound.
"This guy is not bad. He's an 8th Tier Warrior, and he has rich experience in actual combat."
Yang Song showed a trace of interest. At the moment he activated the Eyes of Insight, other people's talents were exposed. With just a few glances, he could easily see the middle-aged man's information.
Tong City was not big, but there were many warriors in the park. And most of these warriors came back from the abyss and stayed here in retirement.
While Yang Song was running, his attention soon stopped on a young girl. This girl was wearing black stockings, had a ponytail, looked pure and cute, and was a martial artist. However, although she was not strong, some of the movements she practiced surprised Yang Song.
Her leg skill didn't contain any fancy move, on the contrary, every action was a cold killer move, like a national skill, but it was different from a national skill.
Although in the process of practicing, some details were not in place, it could be seen from these that the person who taught her such practical skills was not so simple.
It was indeed a surprise, but Yang Song's eyes didn't stay on this girl too much. That Su Xiaotuan's live broadcast was still on, and many fans were watching it. If he kept staring at her, he might be regarded as a perverted grandpa.
...
While running, Yang Song continued to observe the martial arts of the martial artists on the riverside.
Using the advantages of his talent, he directly constructed the actual combat process in his mind. Although he did not actually fight, his actual combat experience must have risen dramatically.
This was the benefit of excellent talent.
Just when Yang Song was running comfortably, about a hundred meters ahead, a large crowd suddenly gathered, and there was a loud noise.
"Don't surround here, run away!"
"There is an abyssal beast! At least a Tier 2 General level!"
"Don't stay around here, run away, let the martial artists come and deal with it!"
There was an abyssal beast?
Hearing this, Yang Song's first reaction was to go home as soon as possible.
But when he heard that it was a Tier 2 General level abyssal beast, he immediately calmed down again.
He was also a 3rd stage Foundation Building Realm cultivator at any rate. He was much better than Huang Shi, Zhou Tong, and others. So using this abyssal beast to train himself was not bad at all, right?
Moreover, his instinct told him that the abyssal beast in the front seemed not that simple.
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