Simulation of all things: Copper skin and iron bones at the beginning

[Name: Wei An]

[Age: 15 years old]

[Level: Mid-eighth grade]

[Mastering Martial Arts: Blood Jade Kung, the beginning, Hunyuan Stake]

[Mastering skills: Blood Jade Palm (Xiao Cheng), Archery (Intermediate), Wooden Dummy Combat Training Method, Calligraphy (Master Level)]

Wei An glanced at all his information.

“In the mid-eighth stage, the strength is still pretty good.

However, my offensive and defensive methods are too crude, and the martial skill Blood Jade Palm that comes with the Blood Jade Skill is only at the Xiaocheng level. "

The advantages and disadvantages are equally obvious.

Wei An let out a breath, turned around and left the blacksmith shop, jumped over the river and entered the depths of the woods.

Not long after, he came to the pile of rocks and stood in front of a huge boulder.

"Test the power of the Blood Jade Palm."

Wei An looked at the boulder in front of him. It was more than two meters high, with an oval outline, lying flat on the ground.

He slowly raised his right hand, his fingers stretched as straight as a knife.

At the next moment, on the back of the right hand!

A bright red blood line suddenly appeared, as if blood seeped out of the back of his hand.

This is the unique special effect of using the Blood Jade Palm!

Wei An's expression was calm, his eyes flickered, and his right palm suddenly shot forward, imprinting it on the boulder.

At this moment, the blood line on the back of the hand suddenly lit up and then went out quickly.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful force burst out.

Click, click, click!

The oval-shaped boulder immediately appeared dense cracks, intertwined and chaotic, and fell apart!

Blood Jade Palm, also known as Broken Jade Palm!

Rather Stick to your guns!

The energy and blood in the whole body boils, and all the power is mobilized to burst out, causing terrible damage to the enemy.

boom!

In the next scene, the boulder completely shattered into countless fragments and flew out in the same direction.

The gravel rained like rain, and the thunder crashed!

For a moment, Wei An's field of vision seemed to be filled with a rain of stones. Countless gravels flew into the distance, scattered all over the ground, and even rolled down as far as a hundred meters away.

"Tsk, tsk, the blood jade palm of the Xiaocheng realm has such terrifying power."

Wei An was very happy.

Of course, this is exactly the power possessed by an eighth-grade warrior!

"The Blood Jade Palm will be polished again and raised to the perfect state, and its power will definitely be even more terrifying."

Wei Anxin felt excited, and suddenly a good idea came to his mind.

He returned to the blacksmith shop and began to silently write the Blood Jade Art, not the entire first chapter, but only the opening part.

Thirteen days later, he completed the dictation.

"The second time I wrote, it was much faster." Wei An felt that after he was promoted to the eighth level, he was extremely energetic and could do everything easily. Even his writing speed was more than two or three times faster.

Then, he put on a human skin mask and put on a thin green shirt. His whole demeanor changed instantly, and he transformed into a young man in his mid-twenties with a stern face.

He walked out of the forge and locked the door.

During this time, Zhang Sanqiao's family went to his father-in-law's house, and Wei An became the head of the family.

He first quietly left Dafeng Town, made a circle, and then swaggered into Dafeng Town from the other direction.

A moment later, Wei An appeared in front of Wan Yunhe's house. The door was open, and he walked straight in without any hesitation.

"Hey, who are you?"

In the courtyard, a group of boys and girls were practicing martial arts. The person instructing them was Song Qingsong. When he saw the stranger who broke into the door, he immediately asked.

Wei An had no expression on his face and said calmly: "In the next season of Canghai, Yunyou came here. I heard that there is a master Wan Yunhe here who is very skilled in martial arts, so he came here to pay a visit."

As soon as these words came out!

"Playing in the gym?!"

Song Qingsong's face changed drastically and he said angrily: "Don't you know that my master has retired long ago and no longer cares about the affairs of the world?"

Wei An was unmoved. He had long known that Wan Yunhe was very timid, so he smiled and said, "I'm just looking for him to have a discussion. What's the big deal."

Song Qingsong took a step forward, the muscles in his arms quickly flexed, and shouted: "Be bold! I'll meet you."

Seeing this situation, the surrounding boys and girls stepped back one after another.

Among the crowd was Han Yunzhi. She had no idea that the stern young man in front of her was Wei An.

"Take my iron fist!"

Song Qingsong rushed towards Wei An with a fierce momentum, but the latter stood still and refused to dodge.

Bang!

The two fists collided head-on!

The next moment, a circle of air waves spread out, and dust flew!

Song Qingsong stepped back with a kick and glare, and the impact was just right so that he didn't fall to the ground.

"You are, eighth grade!!"

Song Qingsong raised his head and looked at Wei An in astonishment, with a large amount of sweat quickly forming on his forehead.

He lowered his head and looked at his fist. His right fist quickly became red and swollen and was shaking.

There is a huge difference in power between the ninth and eighth grades.

If an eighth-level warrior punches with all his strength, the fist of a ninth-level warrior can be blown away.

In other words, Ji Canghai showed mercy just now, otherwise Song Qingsong would be a useless person now.

"stop!"

Just when Song Qingsong was shocked, a figure rushed out of the house, it was not Wan Yunhe.

"Master, he..."

Just as Song Qingsong was about to speak, Wan Yunhe waved his hand at him, then faced Wei An, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Wan has met brother Ji. I hope you'll forgive me for my rudeness."

Wei An's expression remained cold, he cupped his hands and said calmly: "Ji has no ill intentions, he just wants to compare martial arts. Don't get me wrong."

Wan Yunhe stretched out his hand in an inviting gesture and said: "Please sit inside."

Then he said to Song Qingsong, "Qingsong, give me some good tea!"

The two entered the main room and sat opposite each other.

With a smile on Wan Yunhe's face, he asked, "May I ask where Brother Ji is from and what sect he studied under?"

Wei An replied: "I come from a border town in the west. I have no family and no sect. I practice alone."

Hearing this, Wan Yunhe's expression changed, and he said in surprise: "Brother Ji is so young, but he has an eighth-level cultivation. Such talent and talent are so amazing that Wan is beyond his reach. I admire you! I admire you!"

Wei An pretended to be surprised and said: "Oh, am I very talented? To be honest, I just acquired a skill by chance and have practiced it on my own since then."

It turns out that this is the case, he is actually a stupid young man!

Wan Yunhe suddenly realized, and most of the tension and vigilance in his heart immediately dissipated.

He used to travel around the world and offended some people intentionally or unintentionally. When he got older, he often worried that his enemies would come to seek revenge.

"Brother Ji really has deep opportunities and outstanding talents."

Wan Yunhe couldn't help but sigh: "Wan entered Xuankong Temple at the age of twelve and followed Master Haiguang as a lay disciple. He practiced hard for fifteen years before he was promoted to the eighth level. After that, he set out to work hard in the world. Unfortunately, he wasted his whole life. Can't advance to the seventh level. Compared to Wan, Brother Ji is definitely the best among people, Yang and Qizhe."

Xuankong Temple, Buddhism?