Traveling back to ancient times from the Western Han Dynasty

Walking into the shop of rare items, Yan Fang and his friends saw Qing, whom they hadn't seen for half a day.

Qing was waving a spear at this time, as if he was practicing martial arts. He was very powerful, and each spear was more powerful than the last.

Xuan and Yan Fang did not rashly disturb Qing, but watched from the side.

“Is this the Nine-fold Gun?”

Yan Fang didn't care, but looked straight at Qing Yanwu, his eyes shining with interest.

Qing did not travel with Xuan and the others in the morning because he wanted to take the Moon Dew to the tribe's witch to exchange for this martial art.

I didn’t expect that Qing could use it shortly after getting it.

According to Ting Qing's description, this martial art was developed by a bodybuilder from the Youxiong tribe many years ago after learning about it while observing the Yellow River. It is a special gun technique that combines witchcraft and martial arts.

The effect displayed is that after the satin-body user performs this spear technique, each time he attacks, as long as it is not interrupted, its power will be doubled, until the ninth move.

"Hey, why are you practicing this gun technique now? Cousin Xuan, I remember that this gun technique consumes a lot of physical energy, right?"

When Jiang Rong saw Qing practicing martial arts, her brows furrowed and she remembered the legends of the tribe, especially the ancestor who became disabled due to lack of timely nourishment.

"Yes, that's true. Even if it's not finished..."

Xuan nodded. Although he had not learned this shooting technique, he knew about it.

"My brother is too reckless. I'll go get ready first. Excuse me."

Before Xuan could finish his words, Jiang Rong's expression changed immediately. She spoke apologetically again, and without waiting for Xuan and the others to respond, she hurriedly walked in another direction.

"I wonder how many moves Qing can perform?"

Xuan didn't care about Jiang Rong's departure. His eyes were full of anticipation and a bit of envy. If he hadn't practiced witchcraft, he would definitely want to choose this martial art.

Xuan grew up listening to the legends of human heroes, and he especially admired the wizard who created the Nine-fold Spear.

Yes, the one who created the Nine-fold Spear was a witch. That person was the greatest genius in thousands of years. Even Fu Bao could not compare to him. He practiced witchcraft and body-building martial arts at the same time. Many people had high expectations of him.

Unfortunately, after that person used the Eighteen-fold Spear Technique to kill the ferocious beast and protect the tribe, he became a disabled person and died a year later.

What was quite a coincidence was that the ferocious beast was the green bush frog that Xuan had summoned using magic today.

The Nine-fold Spear requires the user to possess both the talent for witchcraft and bodybuilding, and to be skilled in the use of a spear.

These are just the requirements for practice. Over the hundreds of years, there have been many people who have met their requirements. Xuan is one of them, but his family does not have any extra money to support him in practicing witchcraft.

The key point is that after each use, even during the learning process, the body will become extremely weak, and it is necessary to eat the meat of several ferocious beasts and monsters before recovering.

This requirement means that unless one is the heir to a large family with sufficient resources, no one can learn this thing well. However, there are also skills in the tribe that are stronger than the Nine-Fold Spear.

As a result of various requirements, this powerful martial art has not been practiced by anyone for hundreds of years, except for the witch's apprentice.

Now that the Nine-fold Spear has reappeared in the tribe, Xuan naturally has more expectations, and this matter will surely spread throughout the tribe after today.

On the other hand, the news that Qing joined Xuan would spread throughout the tribe, and if it was combined with the previous incident that Yan Fang was able to defeat Chi...

Thinking of this, Xuan became very distressed. He didn't want to compete with Chi for anything.

"Five shots?"

Yan Fang guessed that he thought this martial art had just been acquired, and it was rare for him to memorize the moves and use one or two moves. How could someone be able to learn such a profound martial art in just one morning?

If there is, it can only be in novels, otherwise if you can learn martial arts in one glance, it will most likely not be valuable.

If he hadn't seen Qing already use two moves and was repeating them over and over again to get familiar with them, he wouldn't have guessed so many moves.

"I guess it's the Seventh Form. The person who left this mortal heritage also knows witchcraft. Qing must have learned it completely. His bodybuilding and witchcraft levels should be able to support him to complete the Seventh Form."

Xuan shook his head. He was also interested in the Nine-fold Spear. He knew that it was the inheritance of the mortal energy left by the witch. The inheritance left by a witch and a non- witch was completely different.

Even if Qing is lazy in his practice, he can still reach 70% of the level.

"Mortal energy? I see."

When Yan Fang heard the name of red dust energy, he suddenly realized.

He was stuck in old thinking. He knew that no one had practiced the Nine-fold Spear for hundreds of years, and he thought Qing was like in modern times or some low-end practice novels.

Look for secret books in the library, read them once an hour, and meditate on your own.

He had forgotten about the magical existence of Hongchen Qi, which could directly transmit insights and cultivation experiences to others.

Although the inheritance of the Red Dust Qi is rather vague, it is certain that such an important inheritance will be carefully sorted out by the witches and wizards.

The person who left behind the Nine-fold Spear inheritance must also know witchcraft, and the inheritance he left behind must be clearer than that of a normal person.

In this way, Qing, who inherited the Red Dust Qi, would definitely be able to learn it all at once.

"Shhhhhh!"

After Qing had familiarized himself with the techniques, he performed seven moves in succession, his power almost matching that of Chi, whom Yan Fang had met before.

Yan Fang did not face the wind and waves caused by the waving of the sharp spear in his hand, but he felt as if there was a force as strong as a thousand gold attacking him through the air. If Xuan had not been protecting him in front, he would have taken several steps back.

"What a powerful martial art!"

Yan Fang was shocked. He never expected that this combination of spear skills, witchcraft and body-building strength could have such an effect. If this was not in the primitive times where a blade of grass could cut his bones with just a little force, but in the Western Han Dynasty where there were immortal heroes, destroying mountains and splitting rocks would be no problem.

However, this kind of power is indeed enough for the human race to survive in this area where the upper limit of power is restricted.

"Am I right?"

Xuan Lue said this with a sense of complacency. He didn't feel anything about the effects of his martial arts skills. He himself could actually achieve that level. Of course, he didn't notice the shock in Yan Fang's eyes.

"Ah."

Yan Fang nodded. He was quite impressed with Xuan's ability to judge people. He could actually guess Qing's condition so accurately.

You know, Xuan and Qing were not very familiar with each other before.

"Hey, Xuan, Yan Fang, you're all here?"

Qing was sweating all over after practicing the Nine-fold Spear. Only then did he notice the presence of Yan Fang and Xuan, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Cuckoo!"

At the same time, a loud noise came from his stomach, his muscles contracted, and his face turned pale.

But it is the sequelae of the Nine-fold Spear.

"Ah, I'm so hungry, I forgot to prepare food!"

An unprecedented feeling of hunger came from Qing's body and soul. His face changed drastically. He didn't care about what others said and wanted to run towards the kitchen, praying in his heart that there was still food there.

He didn't want to think about anything now. If he didn't have a trace of rationality, he would want to stuff the stones into his stomach.