Bone Changer: Dragon Supreme - C17

From the main hall to the west, through the corridor to the end, they arrived at the Hundred Flowers Sect’s side courtyard. Microwave waves rippled through the jade-green water, surrounding the earthy red rock hill. A clear stream flowed down through the cracks in the rocks, causing droplets of water to fall down and cause circular ripples on the surface. After a few more steps, the world suddenly opened up. The stone slab had become a huge training ground with all kinds of equipment and tools placed on one side of the wall.

Jiang Shuo and Li Zicheng arrived at the training field early in the morning, where many disciples were already practicing.

Facing the rising sun, they were full of vigor and vigor. The two of them looked around like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden. They only felt their blood boiling and was ready to make a move.

After the two of them entered the Hundred Flowers Sect, they were led around by Yu Yuhan. It was only now that they realized how powerful the Hundred Flowers Sect was as a martial arts sect.

“You two, come here.” Feng En, who had been waiting for a long time, waved at them.

The two of them walked forward. Feng En looked at them with admiration, then continued to speak: “Unlike other martial arts sects, the Hundred Flowers Sect does not have any special techniques, but rather a sea of 100 rivers, collected from other sects. Of course, these martial arts manuals were not looted — there were martial arts experts who had arrived, the Hundred Flowers Sect did not reject them, and occasionally there were conflicts with the original faction. The Hundred Flowers Sect would also issue out a Hundred Flowers Order to let them enjoy the same rights as the disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect. They brought a portion of the cultivation technique, as well as some martial artists from the Hundred Flowers Sect. In order to repay them, they gave the martial arts technique to us. In the long term, the Hundred Flowers Sect has collected many different types of cultivation techniques, including everything else, in addition to martial arts, swords, swords, halberds, hatchets, halberds, and hooks, all of them have been trained in this process. As for some inner force cultivation techniques, due to their sensitivity, the Hundred Flowers Sect does not know many of them, if you want to learn them, I can also teach you under my authority. Alright, after saying all that, I just want to know what you want to learn.

Besides talent and hard work, martial arts also depended on hobbies. Although Feng En’s kung fu was high, he was not proficient in everything.

Hearing this, Li Zi Cheng lowered his head, he thought for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and asked: “Master Feng, what is your specialty?”

Yesterday he had heard Jiang Shuo mention the matter of Feng En defeating Zhao Zhi with one move, and he was quite impressed with Feng En. Rather than letting others teach him, it was better to let him teach it himself.

“Hmm?” Feng En was startled, he smiled and looked at Li Zi Cheng, and thought to himself: “I am the best at sword techniques.”

“Then I want to learn the sword the most.” Li Zi Cheng immediately replied.

“You!” Feng En smiled helplessly, he rather liked Li Zi Cheng’s agility. Then, he turned his head to Jiang Shuo and asked, “What about you, Jiang Shuo?”

Li Zi Cheng kept tugging at Jiang Shuo’s sleeve, encouraging him to come with him, but Jiang Shuo fell silent.

Ever since he was born, he had encountered all sorts of life threatening situations. He felt indignant at the warmth of the people and the coldness of the world. Sword is the king of weapons, although dangerous, born to kill, but Jiang Shuo still felt like he was missing something.

“Jiang Shuo, what’s wrong?” Li Zi Cheng asked worriedly.

Jiang Shuo’s confused eyes fixed, he stepped forward and bowed to Feng En, saying, “Master, I am still young, inexperienced, inexperienced, and don’t know how to choose.”

This answer surprised Li Zi Cheng, and he suddenly thought of something and asked: “I heard Yu Han mentioned that your martial arts are not bad, the Yu Lin residents also said that you know a strange technique, it seems like you have learnt martial arts before. Is it because of your past experiences that you are worried about? ”

There were some sects in the martial arts world where disciples were only allowed to learn one martial arts, otherwise they would be severely punished. Feng En thought that Jiang Shuo was worried about this.

“That’s not the case. What I’ve learnt is just the rudimentary martial arts passed down by our ancestors. I presume that by building a carriage behind closed doors, even though it has a certain level of attack power, its moves are very strange.” Jiang Shuo shook his head, thinking that the martial arts in the outside world were different from his own. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he could not use it again.

“If that’s the case, then I’ll send someone to teach you some basics. It won’t be too late to tell me after you’ve thought about it.” Feng En said.

“Thank you for understanding, Master.” Jiang Shuo cupped his hands in thanks.

Then, Feng En called over a middle-aged man, “His name is Sun Man, he is your martial uncle. He is proficient in external martial arts, Jiang Shuo. You can learn from him first.”

With that, Feng En turned his head towards Sun Man, explaining, “Your martial nephew Jiang Shuo’s wound on his hand has not healed yet, you need to be careful.”

“Understood, senior brother.” Sun Man said.

Feng En gave Jiang Shuo a few more instructions, then took Li Zicheng to the other side. Li Zicheng couldn’t bear to part with Jiang Shuo, but he respected his choice.

After the two of them left, Jiang Shuo was finally able to take a good look at Sun Man. The man was nine feet tall, with a strong build and well-developed limbs. The cloth he was wearing bulged up a lot, as if his muscles were going to burst apart at any moment.

“You are Jiang Shuo, who followed behind Yu Yuhan and caused a ruckus in Yulin City?” Sun Man suddenly asked.

Jiang Shuo was surprised for a moment, vaguely sensing that the other person’s tone wasn’t good, but thinking that it was the person Feng En had introduced, he nodded his head. “Reporting to Martial Uncle Sun, it’s me.”

“Alright, then follow me.” With these words, Sun Man turned around and left.

Jiang Shuo’s expression sank, feeling that his opponent was unwilling to teach him. He looked in the direction he had walked in and saw several Hundred Blossom Sect disciples waiting there. They were probably Sun Man’s disciples, so it was natural for them to call him over to teach him a lesson.

Jiang Shuo shook his head, dispelling the random thoughts in his mind and followed him.

Reaching the other side, Sun Man gave a simple introduction, pointing to the quincuncial piles beside him, he said to Jiang Shuo, “Go up and take an incense stick of horse stance first.”

Jiang Shuo took it as Sun Man’s tone of voice. Without much thought, he went up and took a horse stance. He then saw Sun Man teaching his other disciples fist techniques, teaching each and every move with strict discipline.

Jiang Shuo, who was left alone at the side, had to comfort himself. “Maybe Martial Uncle Sun is testing my foundation. After all, I’m just new here. It’s not realistic to practice with other Martial Brothers.”

In the Crimson Cloud Village, in order to meet the needs of his prey, Jiang Shuo trained extremely hard, his physique far surpassing that of an ordinary person. At this moment, he was in the horse stance, and although his thigh was slightly sore, he could easily support it for the time it takes to burn an incense stick.

While he maintained his boring posture, Jiang Shuo subconsciously looked for Li Zicheng.

Li Zi Cheng was standing in the corner with a sword in his hand, while Feng En was introducing the sword techniques: “The sword is the ancestor of the short army, it is a close combat weapon, with profound Taoism, it entered the legendary realm. “The moves used are hacking, chopping, breaking, lifting, plotting, washing, cutting, stabbing, stirring, pressing, hanging, sweeping, and so on. They are flexible, flexible, light, agile, and graceful …”

After listening for a while, Jiang Shuo found it profound and enjoyable. It was a pity that he had no sword in his hand and could not try it himself, which extinguished most of his passion.

He retracted his gaze and looked over. He saw Sun Man demonstrating a set of Black Tiger Fist. His fists and feet were giving off wind and were filled with ferocity.

Jiang Shuo had been dealing with the tiger since he was young, and was very familiar with its movements and habits. Looking at Sun Man now, it was like a fierce tiger jumping up and down, growling and showing off, making him cry out in his heart, “Okay.”

“The front fist is like a tiger’s claw. Half of it is probing, the other half attacking. The real viciousness lies in that tiger’s mouth’s back fist. If the enemy is not aware of it at the moment, he will definitely suffer a great loss …”

By analogy, two little people had appeared in Jiang Shuo’s mind.

One of them was himself, copying Sun Man’s actions. The other was the enemy. Under the attack of Black Tiger Fist, he retreated step by step, looking extremely dangerous.

“It’s a pity that I’m in the horse riding stance. I can’t truly practice and have a good experience.” The slightest mistake in movement was a thousand miles away. It was impossible to find any differences in any of the minute details by imagination alone.

After finishing a set of Black Tiger Fist, although it was only a short thirty moves, Jiang Shuo had benefited greatly from it.

“This boxing style’s movement is steady, the attacks and the defenses are intertwined. Although it is only at the beginner’s level, if you are adept and your skill is deeper, you can still compete with a martial arts expert.” After briefly describing the characteristics of the fist techniques, Sun Man took apart the moves and taught each of them to the disciple.

Jiang Shuo was curious about these senior brothers’ progress, and looked over quickly.

Jiang Shuo saw the disciples taking “identical” stance. Just from the first move, it made him frown, “Although it’s just a lunge, the key point is to seal the opponent’s lower body with the buckle of the front leg. They are too focused on punching the opponent hard, but they don’t even understand the true meaning of this move?”

Sun Youcai was already experienced with these statues, so he wasn’t surprised. He corrected them one by one. However, these disciples could only see what was on the surface, and even after teaching them a few times, they were still unable to grasp the gist of it. Sun Man helplessly shook his head and could only continue to teach them. His plan was to make them understand it over and over again. This was the same principle as reading books a hundred times.

Waiting for the disciples to finish off a set of Black Tiger Fists, Jiang Shuo’s brow was already furrowed.

It seemed to be extremely mighty, but it was just a facade. If he continued to practice like this, it might even end up in the opposite direction and lead him astray. How could Jiang Shuo know that the moves that he saw as obvious were difficult for these disciples to understand.

After some thought, Jiang Shuo could only assume that these disciples were just beginners, which was why they were acting so awkward.

At this point, the time for the incense stick to burn had come. Sun Man gestured for Jiang Shuo to come down, but his face remained expressionless, waiting for Jiang Shuo to make a fool of himself.

“Yes.” Jiang Shuo responded, pressing his knee down and bouncing off the quincuncial piles.

After landing on the ground, he even pressed down his legs and stretched his muscles. He acted extremely relaxed.

Seeing this scene, the disciples also revealed looks of astonishment. Some of them had long joined the sect, but if they could persevere for an incense stick of time, they would definitely not be able to do it so easily.

Sun Man’s eyes widened slightly before returning to normal. A trace of coldness flashed past his eyes, “You did well. Rest for a while, and go to the horse to burn two sticks of incense.”

Hearing this, Jiang Shuo’s calm expression finally changed, and he raised his eyebrows, coldly asking, “Martial Uncle Sun, are you deliberately targeting me?”