Supreme Martial Saint: With an Invincible Body, I Tear Apart the Supernatural

Song Lian was so angry that she dared to talk to Niu for a long time.

If she were an ordinary person, she would have scolded him and told him to get out by now, which is totally disrespectful!

But thinking that Zhang Lingshan's talent was pretty good, she endured the discomfort in her heart and stabilized her mood: "You don't need to make a decision right away. Go back and take a look, and think about your next journey. Some opportunities have been missed. That’s a lifetime!”

"Fifth sister is right."

Song Dazhuang agreed, and then said: "Then Fifth Sister, let's leave. I will try to persuade Xiao Shan."

"Well, go ahead."

Song Lian waved her hand.

Song Dazhuang immediately pulled Zhang Lingshan away.

On the way back to the Hong Family Martial Arts School, Song Dazhuang didn't say a word.

After a while, Zhang Lingshan broke the silence and said in surprise: "Didn't you promise Fifth Sister Ni that you would persuade me? Why didn't you persuade me?"

"Haha, I guess it's useless to persuade you, so I won't waste any more words."

Song Dazhuang smiled: "Actually, I also completed a task today. It was my fifth sister who heard about your name and asked me to call you here specifically.

"If I don't bring you here, I won't be able to explain to my fifth sister.

“So I didn’t explain it clearly to you and just pulled you over.

"This is my fault. I'll invite you to have a nice meal at Du's Restaurant."

As he said this, he put his arm around Zhang Lingshan's shoulders and took him to the dental festival.

Of course Zhang Lingshan would not refuse, and said as he walked: "Your fifth sister has heard of my name, am I so famous?"

"That's right! Do you think it's a joke to go from a martial arts novice to skin resurfacing in three months?"

"Then if I'm so powerful, wouldn't I be overtaken by major martial arts schools?"

"You think beautifully!"

Song Dazhuang explained: "My fifth sister can take you to join the Hongying Martial Arts School because the Hongying Martial Arts School is also affiliated with the Yuan family. This is not called robbery, but to help Hong Zhengdao solve the burden. If other martial arts schools dare to open their mouths, they have broken the rules. , looking for trouble."

Zhang Lingshan was speechless and said, "Do you also think this is helping Master Hong relieve his burden?"

"Whatever I think is unimportant is what I say to the outside world."

"Understood."

Zhang Lingshan nodded, this is justified.

In the world of martial arts, reputation is still very important, and even more important is knowing the rules.

Jianghu is not only about fighting and killing, but also about human relationships.

There are rules set by the four major families in the inner city. Anyone who dares to break them must consider whether they have the ability to do so.

In the following time, Zhang Lingshan and Song Dazhuang ate and chatted at Dujia Restaurant.

There was quite a lot of chatting this time, which gave Zhang Lingshan a certain understanding of the distribution of forces in Jincheng.

He feels that as his strength increases, he will naturally encounter these forces, and there is no harm in learning more about them.

"By the way, Brother Da Zhuang, I want to learn to read. Is there a teacher in your family?"

Zhang Lingshan suddenly asked.

He was too lazy to look around. It happened that Song Dazhuang was a know-it-all, and it would be most convenient for him to directly solve the problem of learning literacy.

"Yes. Do you want to learn to read?"

Song Dazhuang was surprised at first, and then nodded in agreement: "This is a good idea. As your strength increases, your identity changes. It's time to learn how to read, otherwise you will never be able to stand up to the stage as just a guard warrior."

He was surprised that Zhang Lingshan thought of learning calligraphy so quickly.

This brother is indeed extraordinary. Although he comes from a humble background, his vision is much better than that of Shengdou Xiaomin.

"But the new year is approaching. After the new year, I will take you to see my teacher. Although the old man is pedantic and old-fashioned, he teaches very well. I learned from him when I was a child."

When Song Dazhuang said this, he added: "By the way, my real name is Song Zhu. Dazhuang is my nickname. Brother Shan, just continue to call me Dazhuang."

"good."

Zhang Lingshan nodded.

The name Song Dazhuang made him think that Song Dazhuang was from an illiterate family like himself at first, which led to a closer relationship.

This name should be commonly used by Song Dazhuang when communicating with ordinary people like them, and it has a natural sense of intimacy.

"Brother Shan, you can go back to Hong's Martial Arts School later, I won't go back.

"My family has arranged for me to go to the Hongying Martial Arts School. If Brother Shan has made up his mind and plans to come, then we can continue to be brothers.

"If you don't come, then we are still good brothers. If anything happens to Brother Shan, feel free to come to me. As long as I can help, I will never refuse!"

Song Dazhuang said goodbye to Zhang Lingshan at the fork in the road.

Zhang Lingshan returned to the martial arts hall alone, and saw that everyone was downcast, listless, or looking at the sky with blank expressions, as if they were mourning for their heirs.

Upon inquiry, it turned out that Zhu Wei and Pan Mingzhong had asked to see Master Hong, but were blocked outside and could not even enter the main house.

It can be seen that the rumors are true.

Master Hong is seriously injured!

"What should we do now? Master Hong was seriously injured and no longer has the strength to even see us."

Someone let out a sad sigh.

Another person said: "What's the big deal? Let's just keep everything as usual. Since Master Hong didn't come back some time ago, let's just live the same."

"Oh, you don't understand. If you don't come back, you still have thoughts. Once you come back, the dust will settle. I don't think it will take long before someone comes to cause trouble. Everyone, listen to me and find a way to find a way out."

"Asshole! If you run away after Master Hong is seriously injured, do you still have any conscience?" One person was furious.

Another person sneered: "Conscience, can conscience be eaten? If someone wants to make trouble, they will not look for the brothers who refine the flesh, nor will they look for those ordinary disciples and apprentices who have not polished their skin. They will only look for us to test Master Hong's reaction. If you are crippled by then, I wonder how you can still be stubborn."

"It won't be so terrible." A timid disciple looked ugly.

"Terrible? This is just an appetizer, and the cruelty is still to come. If Master Hong doesn't show up in the next few days, you can't blame me for finding another way out. My family is still waiting for me to support them."

After that, he strode out of the Hong family martial arts hall.

A few disciples looked at each other and followed closely.

"Alas."

Pan Mingzhong sighed: "Old Zhu, don't wait, come back another day. If your slaughterhouse still needs people, you can take me in."

"Stop farting, where can't you go?"

Zhu Wei snorted.

Both of them were at the peak of bronze skin, and they were just one step away from breaking through the flesh refining and officially becoming Hong Zhengdao's disciples, receiving Hong Shi's cultivation and learning the skills after the Red Line Fist.

Who knew that such a thing would happen.

It was so unlucky!

But it was not a bad thing, at least they still had time to get off the boat now.

Compared with Hong Shi's six disciples, they were the most unlucky, and could only sink with Hong Zhengdao, unless they had no shame and no reputation.

"Are they all gone?"

Zhang Lingshan looked at the yard, and there were not many people left, all of them were ordinary civilians like him.

Even worse than himself.

He at least had a reputation as a genius, and he also joined Feng's medicine shop, but these ordinary disciples had nothing, and they were dumbfounded looking at the empty yard, not knowing where to go next.

Zhang Lingshan sighed secretly.

The cruel reality made him more eager for strength.

So he also left and went to Feng's medicine shop to find Wu Zheng.

Just now, after being kicked by Song Lian, he found that although the woman's overall figure was not as strong as his, her leg strength was really not weak.

It can be seen that leg skills have great potential.

Once practiced well, it is also a killer move, so he has to practice it quickly.

"Have you figured it out?"

Wu Zhengzheng was gnawing on chicken feet, and when he saw Zhang Lingshan coming, he smiled.

Zhang Lingshan was surprised and said, "What do you mean you have figured it out?"

"Aren't you here to find me to practice with you?"

"No, I'm here to learn the leg skills later."

Zhang Lingshan took out thirty taels of silver notes.

Wu Zheng wiped the grease on his body, took the silver note, and said, "Okay. Just as I said before, I will only teach you the training routines. Whether you can practice it is your problem, and I will not refund the money."

"Of course. Give me the IOU as well."

"Okay."

Wu Zheng didn't say anything. He was doing a long-term business, so he was not afraid that Zhang Lingshan would not ask him to practice with him later.

First of all, Dingfeng Zhuang is not easy to practice.

Secondly, the Swift Wind Leg that I taught also focuses on practical combat, and I didn't teach Zhang Lingshan how to fight. Even if he practiced it, it would not be very useful. He would have to ask him for advice in the end.

This kind of steady and long-term practice will at least yield a few hundred taels of silver.

You should know that Wu Zheng has used this routine on five or six people, and there has never been a problem, and he has made a lot of money.

After all, martial arts are all secrets of their own family. It is not a loss to buy a leg skill with a few hundred taels of silver.

Anyone who can practice it will never say anything bad about him, Wu Zheng.

"As the saying goes, the arm cannot twist the thigh, because the lower body is naturally stronger than the upper body.

"Strength is the basis of flexibility, and flexibility is the basis of agility.

"Our Swift Wind Leg is agility, which belongs to the third level, and the Dingfeng Posture is the first level of strength and the second level of flexibility.

"Remember! Before you get started with Dingfeng Posture, don't practice leg skills blindly, you will hurt yourself."

Wu Zheng warned earnestly.

Zhang Lingshan nodded heavily: "I understand. "

Next, he memorized the routine of the Gale Kick under Wu Zheng's instruction.

In this way, the fifty taels he spent with Wu Zheng were completely spent.

After two sessions of learning, Wu Zheng spent less than an afternoon in total.

A huge profit.

This is the benefit of having a unique skill, making money without worry.

"You can come to me anytime to practice with me when you figure it out. It's still the same price, twenty taels for twenty hours."

Wu Zheng said with a smile.

"Okay. "

Zhang Lingshan bowed and left.

Before he had mastered Dingfeng Zhuang and Jifeng Leg, he would not have any contact with Wu Zheng for the time being.

As for whether he would come to him to practice Jifeng Leg in the future, that would be discussed later.

Back home.

Zhang Lingshan opened the panel without saying anything.

Name: Zhang Lingshan

Martial arts: Jifeng Leg (not yet mastered +), Dingfeng Zhuang (beginner), Kaishan Axe Method (beginner), Hongxian Fist (minor success), Hunyuan Zhengyang Zhuang (perfect)

Energy: 23

'Jifeng Leg should be mastered together with Hongxian Fist The energy I need is about the same, 10 points is enough. ’

Zhang Lingshan calculated that 23 points of energy was more than enough.

So, without saying anything, he added some directly.

Wow.

As he expected, the 10 points of energy disappeared in an instant.

Then he felt the muscles in his legs began to throb, as if the muscles began to reorganize and undergo an inexplicable change.

Soon, in less than a few breaths, this change ended quickly.

Zhang Lingshan immediately stood up and jumped around in the room, feeling much lighter than before.

But it is different from when I first started using Dingfeng Zhuang.

The introduction to the Wind-fixing Stake is to enhance the strength of the leg muscles, while the Wind-Fixing Legs make the reaction under your feet faster, allowing you to turn quickly while sprinting.

‘When Song Lian bullied those six men before, she must have relied on this ability to turn easily. But she practiced deeper than me, changed directions faster, and had more strength. ’

Zhang Lingshan analyzed secretly.

Although he is not as good as Song Lian for the time being, as long as he masters both the Wind-fixing Stake and the Gale Wind Kick, he should be able to beat Song Lian.

‘Fist techniques, kick techniques, and ax techniques are all available, but now we still lack grappling and internal refining techniques. ’

How do you say a set of formulas?

‘Shoulders and hips are joined together, elbows and knees are joined together, hands and feet are joined together.

"Capturing is dead, holding is living. First, fists, then legs, and then capture. Only when the capture is successful can weapons be used. Weapons are the extension of the hands and feet. This is called the integration of man and weapon."

‘Heart and mind are united, intention and Qi are united, Qi and force are united, inner Yin and outer Yang are integrated into one Qi, and if one shape is not smooth, it is difficult to practice its shape! ’

Zhang Lingshan thought to himself: 'Because I have energy points, I can skip the capture and practice weapons directly.

'However, you should also practice grappling. This is a good way to subdue the enemy. You have to find a way to develop grappling skills.

‘As for the internal refining method, I don’t know if Master Hong has it. If you can practice to the peak of Yijin, there should be an internal refining method that is the best in the box. ’

The next day.

Zhang Lingshan went to the martial arts school and still didn't see Hong Zhengdao.

But what surprised him was that the Sihe Soup in the martial arts hall was not running out, and there happened to be few people coming, so he simply drank a few more bowls, and the servant in charge of distributing the soup didn't say anything.

"Sihetang will continue to be distributed, everything is business as usual! It seems that our martial arts school will not collapse, it is all those guys who are talking nonsense."

Some disciples also cheered up.

As the news spread, more and more people came back.

However, these have nothing to do with Zhang Lingshan.

Apart from asking Tiefeng to ask if any of the herb-gathering guards were as willing to teach martial arts as Wu Zheng, he continued to practice step by step every day.

Naturally, I practice red line boxing, because other martial arts are difficult to practice and have low cost performance.

In fact, Xiao Cheng's red line boxing is also very slow to improve.

The best situation is to find someone to hone your fighting skills, and leave all the improvements to the level of martial arts to the panel to add points.

However, now that the Chinese New Year is approaching, no one wants to fight and kill.

Zhang Lingshan had no choice but to give up this idea, adjust his mentality, and enjoy the tranquility of these two days.

"Master Shan, I'd like to invite you."

On this day, Hong Zhengdao's housekeeper suddenly came to the door.

Zhang Lingshan couldn't help but be surprised: "Master Hong came to see me, what happened?"

"The master wants to talk to the disciples. I must invite Mr. Shan to be present when they are called."

"Okay, I'll change my clothes."

"Master Shan, there is no need to worry."

After a while.

Zhang Lingshan not only changed his clothes, but also brought several packages of medicinal materials and dried meat.

As for whether this little thing can help, it definitely won't help. Even if Hong Zhengdao is injured, his family's wealth is still there, so what's wrong with him?

But even if you can't help, you still have to take it, and you have to be polite.

The housekeeper saw what Zhang Lingshan was carrying and said nothing.

On the way, Zhang Lingshan asked: "Have the other disciples arrived?"

"We've all gone to invite him. He should be on his way."

"Who is there?" Zhang Lingshan asked curiously.

"In addition to the six disciples who entered the house, I invited Mr. Shan, Mr. Zhu Wei and Mr. Pan Mingzhong."

Zhang Lingshan's heart moved and he made a guess.

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