Upon the hallowed slopes of Mount Xiandu, where immortals were once said to tread, lay the Sweeping Flower Terrace.

Ten paces apart, poised to exchange blows of skill and will, stood Pei Qian, disciple of the fallen leaf, and Xue Huai, the weathered scholar of Pu Mountain.

Beside Chen Ping’an, her master, Cui Dongshan clasped his hands behind his head, eager to erupt in cheers for his esteemed senior sister. Little Mo was absent, toiling away on Fallen Treasure Beach, erecting a humble cottage by the Azure-Clad River. The art of fist-asking held little allure for her; she merely bid her master and Pei Qian to temper their blows, lest they mar the camaraderie of guests and hosts.

Words that, in their winding way, were little more than flattery.

“Can you truly bear to witness such a contest?” Chen Ping’an murmured, arms crossed, leaning against the terrace’s carved railing. “Speak, and tell me how you intend to explain this to Yu Jin.” For taking Little Mo on the journey, what evil acts did he committ.

Cui Dongshan wore a crestfallen expression, replying in a low voice, “Senior Sister favors Master above all others. She is utterly unreliable, as ever.”

He spoke too softly; Pei Qian heard nothing.

She had achieved true focus, the state of mind a martial artist sought: “Ten directions unfold, yet I stand at the center. Heaven and earth, all things bend to my will.”

She had truly made the fist follow her will.

Chen Ping’an chuckled. “You wrong Pei Qian. This has naught to do with her. If you doubt me, ask her yourself, once the exchange is done.”

Cui Dongshan cried, “Master, I beg you, breathe not a word of this to Senior Sister! I have only just balanced the scales on that ‘Sin’ ledger!”

Intrigued, Chen Ping’an inquired, “You are merely on the ‘Sin’ ledger, Dongshan? Tell me, who came before you? Old Chef, Wei Hailiang—they must be at the fore. And Zhong Kui, whom she knew well after departing Lotus Root Blessed Land, surely he could not escape. Then there is the Great Mountain Lord Wei, Shi Rou, Chen Lingjun?”

As for the ‘Heaven’ ledger, Chen Ping’an needed not guess; it was reserved for the master himself.

Cui Dongshan shook his head vigorously. “I shall not speak! If Senior Sister knew, she would not merely add an entry, but open a new ledger entirely!”

Chen Ping’an nodded, refraining from pressing the matter.

Suddenly, Cui Dongshan’s eyes gleamed. Seeking to atone, he turned and, like a thief, produced a scroll from his sleeve. He dampened his thumb with spittle, ready to unroll the document and read aloud of triumphs. “Master, upon our sea voyage to seek immortals, Little Mo and I…”

Chen Ping’an held up a hand. “Halt! I know nothing, and wish to know nothing. The affairs of your Lower Sect are beyond my concern.”

Cui Dongshan clutched his heart, his eyes vacant, his lips trembling. “‘Your’? Such a word strikes a mortal blow, chilling the hearts of all the Lower Sect’s warriors.”

Chen Ping’an remained deaf and blind. He would not be drawn in; his honor was not so cheaply sold.

Cui Dongshan spoke. “Among our spoils are treasures of literature and waterways, fit to be gifted to Nuan Shu and Little Millet. Even if Zhong Kui seeks to recover them for Yu Jin, all else can be restored to its owners, as if Little Mo and I were but unpaid guards. These few pieces, however, I crave beyond measure… Should matters escalate, and Zhong Kui, turning traitor, invoke your name to intimidate, I would at most offer coin in recompense. But these seven or eight treasures—I cannot bear to relinquish them…”

Before he could continue, Chen Ping’an struck him upon the head, then seized the scroll from his grasp, concealing it within his blue-clad sleeve.

“I shall deal with Zhong Kui,” Chen Ping’an murmured. “Yu Jin…you and Little Mo will negotiate with that esteemed predecessor.”

Cui Dongshan raised a fist in triumph. “Done!”

Chen Ping’an added a word of caution. “Remember, should you encounter the enraged Yu Jin, you and Little Mo must remain amiable. Endure his spittle; converse with him calmly. Never abuse your power, never overreach. Let business fail, but goodwill endure. Like the eternal green mountains, many days will have you meet again.”

Cui Dongshan bobbed his head. “I understand.”

He would often have to pilfer from fat Aunt Gu Su or, what would you say, reminisce!

Chen Ping’an shifted the topic. “How many blows do you foresee before this exchange concludes?”

Cui Dongshan smiled. “That depends on Senior Sister’s magnanimity.”

Xue Huai, the martial artist of Pu Mountain and esteemed pupil of Ye Yunyun, possessed a commendable foundation, forged in the Distant Wandering Realm. He was no mere puppet of bamboo and paper.

Chen Ping’an tapped his toe. “I am soon to ask Mountain Lord Ye for an exchange. Will this Sweeping Flower Terrace withstand the fists of two warriors who’ve reached the peak?”

Cui Dongshan chuckled. “Even if it shatters, it matters not. Repair shall take but days. I vow it shall be as new by the Spring Celebration.”

Chen Ping’an offered no reply.

Ye Yunyun, Qiu Du, and Hu Chuling, guests of Xiandu Mountain, stood together.

The old crone murmured, “Did Mountain Lord Ye know all along of Chen’s sword-immortal identity?”

Ye Yunyun smiled and nodded. “I wished to surprise you.”

The old crone, relieved yet unsettled, muttered, “It was a shock indeed.”

Near the old Dragon Palace, she had nearly been scared to death by this Chen sword-immortal and the true Dragon King Zhu. Fortunately, the danger had passed, and she had even gained unexpected treasures.

Were it not for Chen mountain lord’s prudence, quietly tailing her, her voyage to the Dragon Palace would have brought endless troubles, a profitless endeavor. Had King Zhu seized upon her transgressions, the matter of returning the spoils would have been far from simple.

Even before Chen Ping’an’s arrival, King Zhu had been in an unforgiving mood.

Some distance away, Sui Youbian stood with her disciples, Cheng Chaolu and Yu Xiehui, the aspiring swordsman.

Before the exchange, Cui Dongshan had sought out Sui Youbian, requesting to borrow space. Sui Youbian could offer no refusal.

Cheng Chaolu whispered, “Master, will Senior Sister and the scholar fight with fists, words, or a mere touch of hands?”

Sui Youbian smiled. “Read less of those outlandish books. These mountain-peak exchanges are unlike the brawls below.”

At the center of the terrace, as the two prepared to deliver blows, Pei Qian glanced toward her master.

Chen Ping’an nodded, signaling his foremost disciple to hold back, to treat her opponent with respect.

Then he subtly raised a hand, making the gesture of an eight, then quickly turned his palm.

Pei Qian understood.

Eighth realm, ten blows.

Chen Ping’an had only twice guided Pei Qian in combat, and the first lesson, in process and outcome, was best left unmentioned.

Being a hands-off master, he had never truly seen Pei Qian’s full might. He could not deny his curiosity.

He knew that Pei Qian had once exchanged blows with the peak realm Liu Suiyu at Thunder God Temple on White Snow Continent and that she had stood on the battlefield with Cao Ci and Yu Juanfu on Golden Armor Continent.

He knew well the martial talent, methods, and heart of Yu Juanfu.

It was Yu Juanfu who had interrupted his Divine Guardian’s Drumbeat for the first time.

Sui Youbian smiled, struggling to reconcile the Pei Qian before her with the image of the dark-skinned imp she had once known.

The young woman, with her bunned hair, smooth brow, fair face, and slender form, exuded an air of calm authority, a demeanor befitting a grandmaster.

It was hard to imagine that this was the same girl who, in childhood, had been slothful, cunning, vengeful, mischievous, loath to suffer, fond of trifling advantages, with a wild imagination and peculiar speech…

Xue Huai, with one hand behind his back, extended a palm. “Xue Huai of Pu Mountain seeks instruction.”

Pei Qian returned the gesture, her voice clear, her expression serene. “Pei Qian of Fallen Mountain, forgive my offense.”

In that one sentence, in that grandmasterly air, Chen Ping’an felt overwhelmed.

He longed for wine.

Cheng Chaolu’s eyes widened, her heart stirred. This was the true air of a grandmaster! Her own clumsy fists in Cloud Cave Blessed Land were… a disgrace! It was all the fault of that deceitful You Qi, who had shamed her. When she had mastered her arts, she would seek him out at White Dragon Cave. But she would follow the lead of Lord Hidden Guard: stay calm, strike hard, and run fast. She would summon Bai Xuan, “unmatched in single combat,” to join her.

Xue Huai asked, smiling, “Will Grandmaster Pei be so kind as to restrain her realm by a stage or two?”

The old scholar made the request without embarrassment.

Zheng Qingming and Zheng Sacoin, two names that echo far away in the Dali second Capital battlefield, are well-known for delivering strong blows and quickly resolving life-and-death battles with enemies.

Especially after Xue Huai witnessed Pei Qian uproot the giant rock in the river and then move it to Xiandu Mountain on her own. The journey was long and thousands of miles away. Xue Huai himself admitted that he could not do this feat.

If the other party doesn’t restrict her realm at all, it is very likely that it will be difficult for him to survive more than ten punches. At that time, the so-called inquiry will be one-sided. It is nothing more than Pei Qian delivering punches. He can only resist a few punches until he falls to the ground. Then there is no such thing as mutual learning and polishing martial arts. Xue Huai is not afraid of losing punches, but he is afraid of losing his punches meaninglessly.

What’s more, it is said that asking about punches is actually Xue Huai knows very well that it is more like a “handicap” on a chessboard. Although it is not a top-notch national player deliberately feeding chess to low-level players, it is not much different.

Invisible, Xue Huai now regards Pei Qian as a half-martial arts junior.

Ye Yunyun was very clear about the subtle changes in this disciple’s mental journey. She would not be disappointed in Xue Huai.

Pei Qian, who originally planned to suppress the realm to the Distant Wandering realm, immediately turned to look at her master. It was still up to her master to decide on this matter.

If Huang Yiyun was to ask her master for boxing lessons next, the person Pei Qian really wanted to ask for boxing lessons was Ye Yunyun, whom she had “met without fighting” at Huangheji, not Xue Huai.

She had no grudge against this old scholar Xue, who had a good impression.

If there is a real opportunity to ask Huang Yiyun for a boxing lesson, both sides are in the first level of Qi Sheng, and you can let go of your hands and feet and give your best punches.

It’s no surprise that martial arts masters ask each other in the same realm, and there are some bumps and bumps. It’s not a matter of revenge.

Chen Ping’an nodded, signaling Pei Qian to suppress one realm.

Ye Yunyun and Xue Huai still don’t know that Pei Qian has actually reached the peak.

This is also normal, how long has it been since the two sides said goodbye in Yunku Blessed Land?

Asking for punches begins.

According to the established rules of the Jianghu, martial arts competitions on the ring that do not sign a death certificate are only about martial arts skills. The person with higher martial arts skills goes first.

The ground of the Sweeping Flower Terrace vibrated slightly. Xue Huai had approached Pei Qian, and with one blow, he did not hold back at all. The intention of the blow was high, like a waterfall pouring straight down, but it turned a vertical scroll into a horizontal one.

Xue Huai once relied on his own aptitude and extremely high comprehension to integrate the six immortal paintings passed down from the Pu Mountain ancestors, and created a set of boxing techniques, taking the most exquisite part from each immortal painting and refining it into a punch. As long as a punch is delivered first, the next five moves will be continuous, and the boxing techniques will be closely connected, with the momentum of a river flowing to the sea.

Pei Qian did not retreat but advanced, raising her elbow and directly resisting Xue Huai’s punch.

Compared to the Iron Cavalry Chisel Formation that she had been accustomed to since childhood, the punch in front of her was too slow and too weak.

Pei Qian stood there, motionless, just raising one hand and spreading five fingers, about to fall on the old scholar’s face.

When she was practicing boxing, the little dark carbon had been beaten by the old man countless times with this hand, making her “jump” on the bamboo floor.

After a few harsh words such as “like to crawl on the ground for piles”, the old man’s feeding punches was not over like this. Xiao Heitan would be kicked in the heart or forehead by the tip of his toes in an instant, hitting the corner of the wall, feeling the pain in her heart and intestines turning around. She curled up and had to be commented by the old man, “Like to be a rag so much, just like your master has poor martial arts talent, and you are lazy in practicing boxing. What a great future, just stick to Xiao Nuan Shu every day, otherwise stand with your waste master, staring at each other, one with the word waste written on his forehead, and the other with the word material written on his forehead, so that you two masters and apprentices will not be in vain.”

Of course, every time he spoke, the old man would never be idle, and never gave Pei Qian a chance to breathe, either stepping on Xiao Heitan’s fingers, or stepping on her entire forehead, constantly increasing the force.

At this time, Xue Huai’s body leaned back slightly, and one arm swept across like splitting wood to make a zither body. The force was heavy, and the fist energy was greatly shaken, howling into the wind.

At the same time, Xue Huai kicked out fiercely, his toes like sharp blades, as fast as arrows, piercing towards Pei Qian’s waist and ribs.

Pei Qian blocked one arm on her shoulder, and then suddenly raised her leg, twisting her ankle, cleverly kicking Xue Huai, just in time to block Xue Huai’s fists and feet.

Finally, no longer standing still, she moved horizontally a few steps. In an instant, Xue Huai seemed to be waiting for Pei Qian to move her body. The old scholar’s footsteps were like immortals stepping on the bucket and stepping on the gang, in line with the principles of heaven, shrinking the mountains and rivers in a square inch, and his boxing intention climbed to the peak. The speed of a pure true energy flowing was almost twice as fast as before. It can only be said that at this moment, Xue Huai’s momentum has been no less than that of a martial artist in the ninth realm. A stream of cyan and purple fist energy emerged behind him, setting off Xue Huai like an eight-armed god, taking a big step forward, scattering countless punches with one punch, and countless random punches hitting Pei Qian at the same time.

On the Sweeping Flower Terrace, Xue Huai’s boxing intention was condensed like substance, and the Gang Qi was rapidly dispersing in all directions.

Cui Dongshan waved his snow-white sleeves, guiding them one by one outside the Di Xian Peak, crushing countless clouds on the road.

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: “Senior sister is really good at being a person.”

If Pei Qian hadn’t subtly held back, Pei Qian could have easily withstood Xue Huai’s hand and foot at the earliest, and then just slapped him hard, hitting the back of his head, and Xue Huai would probably have to lie in a big pit and snore.

Cui Dongshan asked carefully: “Mr. Don’t you think that senior sister is always conceited?”

Chen Pingan shook his head and said with a smile: “How is it possible, she is not asking for punches with Ye Shanzhu. When asking for punches with Xue Fuzi, we still have to talk about etiquette.”

In fact, Chen Pingan had already seen that it was not just because of the presence of his master as an onlooker that Pei Qian was restrained, but there was an even greater reason: Pei Qian’s punches, if he wanted to truly complete his boxing intention, would habitually use ruthless hands. Simply put, Pei Qian was more suitable for competing with others with punches and without any mercy, and was completely unsuitable for this kind of asking for punches.

That’s why Pei Qian asked Liu Suiyu of Leigong Temple, who was at the top of the mountain, for punches in the eighth realm, and later successively asked Cao Ci for four games on the city wall of the Great End Dynasty’s capital. That was Pei Qian’s real attack.

To put it bluntly, Pu Shan Xue Huai’s realm is still too low. Even if he is facing a Pei Qian who has already suppressed her realm, he is still not a touchstone.

Cui Dongshan said cautiously: “Senior sister may want Xue Huai to make a few more punches.”

Chen Pingan said angrily: “Okay, after my inquiry is over, I have to thank her properly.”

Ye Yunyun hesitated for a moment, but she couldn’t help but gather her voice into a line and asked Chen Pingan curiously: “How do you usually teach punches?”

Chen Pingan couldn’t say that I, as a master, actually didn’t teach punches to my founding disciple, so he had to use a muddy way of saying, “Stupid way, teach more punches, diligence can make up for weakness, and try to bear not to feel sorry for the disciples when helping to feed punches.”

Six moves have passed.

Xue Huai still didn’t take much advantage.

Six moves of boxing intention are the same, but they can actually only be counted as one punch.

Of course, Xue Huai would not be stupid enough to take the initiative to say this.

Pei Qian stood on the white jade railing, stretched out her thumb, and gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

Xue Huai’s last move was a bit strange. The opponent’s fists and feet were obviously all missed, but he could create something out of nothing. Pei Qian almost didn’t dodge it, and could only temporarily turn her head to the side, but still got scratched on the cheek by that fist energy.

Now even Sui Youbian, who has the foundation of a golden body realm martial artist, needs to concentrate and squint her eyes to see the moves of both sides clearly.

Not counting Xue Huai cheating.

Because Xue Huai did not use the means of a Qi refiner, it seemed that there was an eight-armed god protecting the old man, and it was not a golden body dharma.

The Pu Shan boxing method in Tongye Continent, the basic theory of the stake frame comes from the immortal painting, which is indeed good and not a fancy.

As for the two sword fairy embryos, Cheng Chaolu and Yu Xiehui, they were actually just watching the excitement. Their eyes flashed, and Xue Huai disappeared. With a blink of an eye, they saw the Confucian scholar pulling out a series of ethereal green figures, as if there were many Xue Huais standing on the Sweeping Flower Terrace at the same time, making the two sword cultivators feel dizzy.

Xue Huai felt a little calmer in his heart. Although he could see that Pei Qian had intentionally held back a bit, at least the strength of the two sides in the same realm would not be too different.

It seems that it is possible to make twenty punches, let alone ten punches.

Without any rest, Xue Huai flashed and approached Pei Qian again. The pure true energy in his body flowed faster.

This time Xue Huai chose to break up all six moves and disrupt the order of punches.

The boxing routines hidden at the bottom of the box will lose their power once the opponent gradually becomes familiar with them.

After the seventh punch, Xue Huai suddenly used a boxing technique other than Pu Shan, which he learned from an old senior he met in Jianghu when he was young.

It’s just that Pei Qian took the punch easily and was not caught off guard by this. Xue Huai’s eighth punch seemed to show weakness and pretended to be exhausted. He wanted to change his pure true energy, but Pei Qian did not take the bait and rashly get close to fight.

The ninth punch, Xue Huai gathered all his life’s learning into one punch. It has not been named yet and will be named after he reaches the ninth realm. It is regarded by Xue Huai as the most proud punch move in his life.

The last time Wu Shu, the martial saint, was a guest at Pu Mountain, he saw this punch. Tongye Continent’s number one martial arts master, who never liked to be polite to others, gave it a high evaluation and gave a sentence of “Higher than the theory of punches and close to the law”.

The punch is like a dragon, and the intention of blooming with majestic momentum is like a flood drowning the entire Sweeping Flower Terrace, so that there is a small world phenomenon of Qi refiners.

Since Xue Huai has already delivered nine punches.

Pei Qian stopped suppressing her own boxing intention.

The young female martial artist instantly opened her boxing stance. Her boxing intention did not continue to flow out of her body and into the world, but instead seemed to shrink into a mustard seed in an instant. At the same time, the thick boxing intention that seemed to cover the sky and the sun on the Sweeping Flower Terrace, such as the land dragon and the water tribe, saw the true dragon in the sky, and retreated by itself, coming like a flood and receding like a tide. In contrast, Pei Qian’s mustard seed boxing intention was like the bright moon rising from the sea.

As soon as this punch was made, it was like a divine decree, awakening a bright moon in the sky.

Pei Qian stepped on the ground, and there was no abnormality on the entire mountaintop Sweeping Flower Terrace, but below the Di Xian Peak outside the Sweeping Flower Terrace, forest birds fluttered their wings and scattered, and dust was flying everywhere in the mountains.

One punch, one person, a straight line.

Xue Huai fell into an ice cave, trying to maintain a breath of energy in order to barely keep his eyes open, not retreat, and not avoid. Anyway, it was destined to be unavoidable.

Ye Yunyun narrowed her eyes and asked Chen Pingan, “Is this punch a non-transferable secret of Luopo Mountain?”

Chen Pingan folded his hands in his sleeves, leaned lazily against the railing, shook his head and smiled: “No, no one taught it. It was Pei Qian’s own punch move.”

A punch stopped one foot away from Xue Huai’s face. Pei Qian suddenly retracted her punch and took three steps back. She wanted to say something but stopped, but she didn’t say much. Pei Qian just clasped her fists and said: “Thank you for your concession.”

Xue Huai waited until the sight in front of him recovered. He was still frightened. In an instant, he was drenched in sweat, as if he had taken a trip to the gate of hell. He took a deep breath, took five steps back, clasped his fists and returned the salute, and said in a deep voice: “Thank you for your teachings!”

Cui Dongshan hurriedly asked in his heart: “Senior sister, when did you secretly create a punch move again? You didn’t say hello, which scared the younger brother.”

Pei Qian said: “Just a while ago.”

It was during the journey to Tongye Continent with his master on the Wind Kite Ferry. One night, Pei Qian was standing alone on the bow of the ship, looking at the moon on the sea. It seemed to be within reach, but it was actually out of reach. She felt something and added a brand new punch.

Ye Yunyun straightened her back slightly, and it was her turn to ask Chen Pingan for punches next.

When Xue Huai came to her, Ye Yunyun asked: “When you break through and reach the ninth realm next year, will you dare to ask Pei Qian for a second punch?”

Xue Huai laughed heartily: “Why don’t you dare?! Master, why do you ask such a question?”

Ye Yunyun nodded and praised: “Very good! You can lose the punch but you can’t lose the person. Pu Shan martial artists should have this heart and this realm.”

Pei Qian came to her master’s side, looking shy and scratching her head habitually.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: “Especially the last punch, the atmosphere is quite good.”

Cheng Chaolu and Yu Xiehui became more and more radiant. It was finally Lord Hidden Official’s turn to punch!

Chen Pingan suddenly turned to look at Huang Yiyun and asked with a smile: “Mountain Lord Ye, do you mind if I use a handy weapon?”

Ye Yunyun shook her head with a smile: “It doesn’t matter.”

Martial arts masters never pay attention to fighting with bare hands. Just like Wu Shu, the martial saint, he is accustomed to using swords and wooden spears to fight the enemy. If he doesn’t use any of them, it means that it is a teaching punch with a huge difference in realm. The opponent is not even worthy of Wu Shu to suppress one realm.

Chen Pingan smiled at Pei Qian and reached out to her: “Master has to borrow something from you, that is the trophy you got on the battlefield of Jinjia Continent, which was given to you by Senior Fu Yuqian.”

Although Pei Qian was very surprised in her heart, she remained calm, because she had never seen her master show any marksmanship.

Pei Qian still took out a long spear with the tips of both ends broken off from the “Little Cave Heaven” given to her by Mr. Xiao Mo.

In recent years, she would occasionally take out this long spear and secretly practice the marksmanship that was adapted from the Mad Demon Sword Technique. It was actually just for fun when she had nothing to do.

Chen Pingan reached out and grabbed the middle of the long spear, slowly weighing the weight of the long spear, and then twisted his wrist several times, suddenly making an arc, and the long spear drew a circle.

It’s not handy.

It’s also handy.

A long spear can be used like an arm.

Chen Pingan looked at his founding disciple and resisted the urge to laugh, as if saying that he should watch carefully later and learn as much essence of marksmanship as he could.

Because of the existence of Zhou Chief, Chen Pingan was actually no stranger to Wu Shu, who was able to get the title of “Martial Saint” in Tongye Continent.

Furthermore, martial arts in the world, like a vast river, all end up in the only way to return to the same origin. Practicing boxing is still practicing swordsmanship, so how can boxing be not marksmanship?

Pei Qian was so smart that she immediately understood, turned her head and glared and said angrily: “Big white goose, did you tell master that I was secretly playing with marksmanship?!”

Cui Dongshan looked dull, like a wooden chicken. He could be suspected of this. Is the friendship between us so vulnerable? Cui Dongshan quickly stretched out two fingers, his eyes resentful and said: “I can swear to heaven that this is absolutely not the case! Senior sister, I have been wronged to death, heaven can see, junior brother is not the kind of person who likes to talk behind his back.”

Pei Qian leaned against the railing and was too lazy to talk nonsense with Big White Goose. She began to concentrate and thought that she must carefully observe her master’s inquiry this time. Before, on Zhengyang Mountain, when she fought against the old ape who moved the mountain, master actually didn’t use all his strength at all.

Standing in the field in a green gown.

It was not a long spear in the orthodox sense, so there was no tassel or writing.

Ye Yunyun, dressed in yellow, followed closely behind and stood opposite him.

Both sides are martial arts masters in the peak realm, and they happen to be at the first level of Qi Sheng temporarily.

According to etiquette, each reports their name.

“Yuncao Hall of Pu Mountain, Ye Yunyun!”

“Bamboo Building of Luopo Mountain, Chen Pingan.”

Pei Qian grinned.

Huang Yiyun is going to suffer.

If she remembers correctly, master is adding the saying “Bamboo Building” when introducing himself for the first time.

Outsiders must not know the mystery, only the pure martial artists of Luopo Mountain will know the weight of it.

In a flash.

The two martial arts masters in the peak realm, who are both very young in their respective continents, moved almost at the same time.

Chen Pingan held the tail end of the long spear and thrust it out in a straight line. In an instant, he shook out a dazzling spear flower.

Huang Yiyun seemed to be faster than Qing Shan, having already avoided the spear flower that seemed like a rainstorm. Qing Shan moved sideways, raised his long spear, and pressed it down. The long spear, which had been tempered extremely strong, was still straight, but only near the front end of the spear tip did it bend into a strange arc, just hitting Huang Yiyun’s shoulder.

Ye Yunyun bent her waist, twisted her waist, and rotated her body, as fast as lightning. She slapped the long spear with one palm, and at the same time leaned her body slightly forward and came in front of Qing Shan, with a knee strike.

Chen Pingan just moved his body using the six steps of the Mountain Shaking Boxing Manual, just slightly changing the route. The two sides seemed to have exchanged positions with great tacit understanding. Chen Pingan turned back with a spear, still going straight in and straight out. Ye Yunyun actually stood on the spear tip like a dragonfly skimming the water, and kicked diagonally towards the head of the green shirt.

Chen Pingan leaned back, dragging the spear back several feet with one hand, and suddenly spun around. The long spear in his hand was slashed towards Huang Yiyun’s waist.

Ye Yunyun’s suspended figure disappeared out of thin air. The majestic Gang Qi that missed the long spear collided with the sky through the spear body, directly splitting the clouds high above in two, and there was a shocking sound of muffled thunder.

A spear smashed down on the head.

Ye Yunyun turned sideways, and the spear body almost landed straight down in front of her eyes, but the spear body suddenly stopped in the air when it was still an inch or so away from the Sweeping Flower Terrace. It still cracked a gully on the spot.

The speed at which the two sides were running was so fast that even if Sui Youbian exhausted her eyesight, she still couldn’t capture any picture. Even Xue Huai could only see a general idea.

Xue Huai admitted that if he was hit by any of the two sides’ punches, even a seemingly understated move or half a move, the inquiry could actually end. His Distant Wandering realm physique was completely vulnerable to this level of marksmanship and punches.

Ye Yunyun’s posture was graceful and graceful. She delivered punches with Qing Shan, which can be described as elusive, like a picture of a high-ranking person chanting. Her punches were like dragons, and the dragons were like running water.

She seemed to be gaining the upper hand.

A punch that was supposed to hit the opponent’s chin was blocked by Qing Shan with a horizontal step, and the long spear was on his shoulder, like a mountain pick.

Qing Shan’s shoulder tilted slightly, the spear body rolled a little, and Ye Yunyun instantly retreated more than ten feet, dodging a punch.

Chen Pingan put away his closed fingers, and almost touched Ye Yunyun’s eyebrows. He turned back to holding the long spear with both hands, drawing arcs again and again, as if he wanted to deliberately use the distance advantage.

The streamer brilliance dragged out by the spear tip on the Sweeping Flower Terrace, the circles superimposed or staggered, dazzling.

Ye Yunyun was still calm and composed. The sixty-odd stake frames and punches evolved and derived from the six Pu Shan immortal paintings were used skillfully in her hands. Compared with the disciple Xue Huai’s all-out use, there was a world of difference between the master and apprentice.

And that Qing Shan, the number of times he attacked was roughly three attacks and seven defenses, but every time Chen Shanzhu attacked, especially a few times he made a gun, Xue Huai would mistakenly think that Wu Shu was making a gun here.

Because Wu Shu’s only direct disciple, Guo Bailu, this amazing young martial artist, had a private punch with Xue Huai. Although Xue Huai was one realm higher than the other, he could only be considered to have won a small victory.

Moreover, Xue Huai knew very well that the other party was hiding his clumsiness and did not fully use his trump card. Of course, Xue Huai did not suppress his realm and did not use his full strength either.

Through the competition with Guo Bailu, Xue Huai roughly saw some of the subtle and unique points of Wu Shu’s marksmanship.

Looking at Chen Shanzhu’s marksmanship today, he always feels that it is completely different from Wu Shu’s moves, but the divine intention is similar.

In the Jianghu under the mountain, there has always been a saying that the moon knife and the year stick have been practiced for a long time. If you put aside the suspicion of some famous marksmanship masters boasting about themselves,

No wonder Chen Shanzhu said the word “handy” when he spoke to his master earlier.

A spear thrust fiercely towards Huang Yiyun’s neck.

The spear tip missed.

After that, the spear tip pointed directly at his face several times, but each time it missed.

From beginning to end, Huang Yiyun’s face was indifferent and calm. In the end, he reached out and grabbed the spear tip, dragging it towards himself, and then kicked out with one foot.

With a simple drag and a kick, he used two non-transferable secrets that had been passed down from mouth to mouth among the mountain masters of Pu Shan, one punch was named “Tao Ancestor Leading the Cow” and the other punch was named “Water God Backing the Mountain”.

One foot was like striking a bell, kicking Chen Pingan directly and flying him out, but the spear tip also cut out a blood groove that could see the bones in Ye Yunyun’s palm.

Like a shadow following the form, Ye Yunyun swept across with one foot, kicking towards Chen Pingan’s side of the temple.

Chen Pingan could only put out a palm in a hurry and blocked it by his ear. Then with a bang, Qing Shan’s figure flew out more than ten feet. Chen Pingan used the spear tip to hold the Sweeping Flower Terrace railing from a distance, and then stepped on the ground with one foot to barely stop his figure.

Ye Yunyun quickly changed her martial arts true energy. She was instantly full of divine intention, and her majestic boxing intention even had a bit of an atmosphere of making further progress.

Like a drunkard drinking a pot of mellow wine, but not enjoying himself.

Xue Huai, who was watching the battle from the side, looked at Chen Shanzhu, who was able to not fall down after being kicked twice.

The old scholar suddenly had an idea, stealing punches?

The same kind of Pu Shan boxing moves, or even the same kind of boxing theory, would be very different if Xue Huai delivered them himself and with his master Huang Yiyun.

Master once said that the subtle light of the first level of martial arts ten realm is that any mountain peak master who has reached the peak seems to be able to “learn boxing” by “watching boxing”.

It’s just that Xue Huai thought again that it was far from that, it must be that he had thought wrong.

This Chen Shanzhu is a gentleman.

Although he doesn’t have much contact with this young Hidden Official, Xue Huai still has this insight and ability to recognize people.

Otherwise, he would not be able to teach a founding disciple like Pei Qian who “has upright and aboveboard boxing techniques and treats people with courtesy”.

Furthermore, once the realm of boxing techniques in the world is high, they cannot be used casually.

Conflicting boxing theories and conflicting boxing techniques are all great taboos in martial arts.

The exquisite boxing moves from other schools of martial arts in the world are not gold and silver. Once they enter their own pockets, they can be spent in a blink of an eye.

Some boxing moves are like iron cavalry charging, while others are like infantry forming a formation. In addition, the hardness and softness, speed, weight, and the ferocity and domineering, blandness and gentleness of the