My practice narration is weird

"Forged into a shield."

"Refining fists into cannons."

In the small courtyard of Feixue, thunder exploded every inch.

Zhao Changhe, who has white hair, does not look old at all, like a ghost.

But each move is extremely heavy, full of speed and power.

The combination of movement and stillness is perfect.

Zhao Changhe doesn't practice swordsmanship, and he doesn't even have weapons around him.

As a monk with great magical powers in the fifth realm, what he relies on is his pair of iron fists.

There is no more flying snow between heaven and earth.

The snow in the entire small courtyard has now been blown away by the cracking fist wind.

"What practitioners practice, they have magical powers."

"The so-called magical power, in my opinion, is a means to fight against the enemy."

"When I was young, I was just an ordinary martial artist. I got the cultivation method by chance, but I was blind to those complicated magical powers."

"This martial skill is simply my magical power."

His words were heard in the courtyard, but then there was a pause.

"drink!"

The old man shouted loudly, and his figure emerged from the ghostly dragon. He formed a boxing stance, and then the skin on his body began to turn red.

Even a mortal who has no involvement in cultivation can detect the gradual increase in the opponent's aura.

"This is blood-burning. You need to extract the qi from the sea of ​​​​qi on weekdays and store it in fixed orifices. When facing the enemy, you can boil your own blood and use it..."

"This temporarily improves your own strength without damaging your body, but there is a limit. It lasts for about three minutes..."

"It's very suitable for a desperate boy like you."

The old man's figure suddenly jumped up high, let out another loud shout, and dropped one foot.

Ye Wuyou could clearly see that the opponent's move did not have any energy attached to it, it was just an ordinary move demonstration.

boom!

A crater of about ten feet was made on the ground in the courtyard.

Zhao Changhe's figure slowly stood still in the courtyard. For a long time, flying snow fell one after another. After a while, the courtyard was covered with a layer of white snow again.

The old man glanced at Ye Wuyou, who was concentrating, and sighed.

"The great opening and closing of this boxing technique of mine is the result of half a lifetime of martial arts. It's just this one time. You probably won't be able to understand the changes. That's all, I'll do it again..."

"I got it."

What nonsense is this kid talking about?

Zhao Changhe frowned slightly.

If ordinary people look at this set of boxing skills, they will only think that they are like the boxing and kick skills of martial arts warriors. They only know that they are powerful, but they cannot see the charm.

The changes within it, such as his seemingly random punch just now, how Qi flowed, and how he exerted force.

Another example is how to turn Qi into fists when facing an enemy who is at a certain distance, and how to use the precise steps and body movements to defeat the enemy with a single blow from a distance.

I just scratched the surface and could at most see a single move, so I brazenly claimed that I had memorized it?

But soon, when Ye Wuyou stood in the small courtyard and performed the same move as his just now, a subtle change finally appeared on Zhao Changhe's old face.

Damn it, is this kid a genius?

Ye Wuyou is not a genius.

The "Shadowless Heart Sutra" operates quietly, and the qi in the body seems to find its own direction. At the most correct time to exert force, it will move along the muscles and veins to the right position.

Just like he had learned Lu Caiwei's sword moves before, this time, Ye Wuyou also effortlessly learned Zhao Changhe's boxing techniques.

Likewise, as Ye Wuyou performed it himself, Fang could appreciate the difference in Old Man Zhao's boxing moves.

"It turns out that this punch looks like one punch, but in fact, the Qi machine is running instantly with the reverse pulse. The layers are superimposed. It is actually equivalent to the power of ten ordinary punches."

"As for the burning blood, it is quite mysterious, and there should be a follow-up. Didn't Zhao Changhe demonstrate it?"

"Zhao Changhe probably didn't demonstrate it to the extreme. The superposition of Qi machine onto the fist wind can cause greater damage, resulting in a greater explosion... But after all, it's just a demonstration."

However, in the end, in order to avoid unnecessary talk, Ye Wuyou deliberately performed the wrong key points, and then pretended that the qi machine was not operating properly, and it was time to stop.

Okay, this should be considered a normal genius.

Ye Wuyou looked at Zhao Changhe quietly.

Give me a big shock, old guy!

However, what he saw was Zhao Changhe with a calm face.

Zhao Changhe stroked his beard, looked at Ye Wuyou indifferently, and sighed.

"That's it? I can only say that this kid has some talent, but that's it. He's not as good as I used to be..."

Ye Wuyou thinks you are crazy. You just said that this is a martial arts skill that you have mastered for a lifetime. Shouldn't you have practiced it for a lifetime to achieve this effect?

Or do you mean that you are really average? Is this the Formless Heart Sutra? Are there too many geniuses in the world?

Ye Wuyou fell into deep self-doubt.

But soon, Zhao Changhe exposed his true intentions.

Old Man Zhao put one hand behind his back and raised his eyes slightly at a 45-degree angle, trying hard to create the appearance of a peerless expert in the snow.

"That's all your talent...that's all. Who put me in a position to meet you? If you kneel down and kowtow three times, I will accept you as my disciple..."

At the end of the sentence, his tone even became slightly excited.

Ye Wuyou: "?"

Old boy, your calculations are louder than a bell...

Are you pretending to be a master? You want to catch me like this.

Do you think I'm being cocky?

Ye Wuyou thought for a moment, then his expression showed annoyance and frustration.

"Thank you for your appreciation, sir, but... I know I don't have enough talent, and I'm afraid that the road to cultivation will be bumpy. I'm afraid that I will lose the reputation of the seniors in the future. I feel guilty, so let's just forget it..."

Zhao Changhe was stroking his beard with one hand and listening leisurely, but his face changed after hearing the latter part.

"No, the world is so big, everyone is like a dragon, why should we look at talent in cultivation."

"I'm afraid that I will lose the reputation of the seniors..."

"It's just a false reputation, you just keep moving forward, let it go."

"I was born in poverty, and my will to cultivate is weak. The colorful world is fascinating..."

"It doesn't matter, who doesn't love the colorful world? I have members of Baiyu Tower and Fenglai Tower. You can register with me in the future."

"Boy, boy...ah?"

Ye Wuyou was stunned.

After Zhao Changhe said this, he couldn't hold his old face anymore. He pondered for a while and said slowly.

"Boy, I don't care what kind of skills you are practicing now, or what opportunities you have, but."

"Become my disciple, I can give you the best elixir, the best skills and magical powers, and the best magic weapons and blades."

"In the whole Great Yan country, I, Zhao, still have some face. If you like a woman from a cultivation sect, as long as you can find a way to snatch her away, I will help you settle the follow-up matters."

Having said this, Zhao Changhe appropriately released his pressure of the fifth realm.

Ye Wuyou watched this scene quietly, his expression was shaken.

Bad.

Heartbeat.

These days, when he chatted with the sisters of the Four Seasons, he had a general understanding of the Great Yan country now.

In the whole Great Yan country, the six-realm great magical cultivators can be counted on two hands.

Zhao Changhe, who is in the fifth realm, is already a first-class peerless master in Great Yan and Tianlan City.

I am alone in this world, and it seems that it would be nice to have a big man as a master?

Just as Ye Wuyou was about to be broken by the VIP members of the brothel owned by the other party, a crisp voice came from the house next to him.

"Senior Zhao, this is not possible."

Looking back, he saw four beautiful figures, Chuntao, Xiali, Qiugua and Dongzao, walking out of the hut.

Zhao Changhe frowned slightly, looked at the four people, and said lightly.

"I just want to accept a disciple, why not?"

The four looked at each other, and in the end, Chuntao, as Zhao Changhe's half disciple, slowly stepped forward and apologized.

"I'm sorry, Master, you don't know about this... but the warden has already said it in advance."

"He wants to accept Master Ye as his disciple."