The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 4 Mei Niansheng

When Nalan Yuanshu saw Fang Xun dodge past, he shouted again, and instantly straightened the cloth stick and hit Ximen horizontally. Fang Xun did not show any weakness and swept back with the stick.

Two white snakes collided in the air.

bang——

Two figures were fighting back and forth in the martial arts arena.

It was just an ordinary white cloth soaked in water, but after being tied into a stick, it became a deadly weapon in the hands of Fang Xun and Nalan Yuanshu. Anyone who touched it would be injured, and anyone who was touched would die.

Both of them have reached the pinnacle of external power. Their strength is both hard and soft. The cloth sticks in their hands are danced like a swimming dragon, graceful like a startled wild goose, sometimes hard like cast iron, sometimes soft like a swimming snake. The hardness or softness all depends on the mind.

In the previous battle between Fang Xun and Nalan Yuanshu, the two were at most evenly matched.

But now, after absorbing the essence of Ping Yizhi and Lu Qingdu, he has entered the acquired realm. Not only has his physical strength been greatly strengthened, but he has also been blessed with true energy.

After he activated the magic of a hundred changes, his feet felt as if greased, and his figure moved swiftly and smoothly. Soon, Nalan Yuanshu fell into a slump.

Although the fight was fierce, Fang Xun's mind calmed down, and countless insights into the moves flashed through his mind like a passing show.

A hint of enlightenment gradually filled my heart, as if the state of being able to move freely was only a thin layer of window paper away from me.

Nalan Yuanshu immediately felt something was wrong. The guy on the opposite side had already suppressed him, but now he was making rapid progress during the fight, as if he was going to make further progress.

The two fought for an unknown amount of time, and Nalan Yuanshu's breathing became a little disordered. Unlike Fang Xun, he was born in a high-level martial arts world and had the energy to absorb essence. His physique was much stronger than Fang Xun's, and he also had the blessing of internal strength.

After a long battle, he was physically exhausted and gradually showed signs of decline.

Fang Xun took advantage of the situation and continued to attack Nalan Yuanshu with the cloth stick. After more than thirty moves, Nalan Yuanshu was already out of breath and finally showed a hint of weakness.

In an instant, the cloth stick in Fang Xun's hand suddenly softened and quickly wrapped around Nalan Yuanshu's neck.

After a crisp sound, the spine broke, Nalan Yuanshu's head tilted and his body fell limply to the ground.

Fang Xun looked at the corpse on the ground for a long time in silence. After an unknown amount of time, the scene in front of his eyes spun around and he appeared in the training ground again.

Although he defeated Nalan Yuanshu, Fang Xun always felt a little unsatisfied.

He was making rapid progress and was about to comprehend the state of Hua Jin, but suddenly, everything came to a halt, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

After standing there for a while, Fang Xun's figure suddenly moved again. An iron stick as high as his eyebrows appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he began to practice alone in the training ground.

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

The iron stick was swung with great vigor. After performing a set of four stick techniques, Fang Xun dropped the iron stick in an instant, replaced it with a waist knife and started to move.

Time passed slowly, and the weapons in his hands kept changing, from knife to sword, gun to whip, and finally he just dropped all the weapons and started boxing.

Fang Xun tried hard to pursue the insights in his mind, but no matter how he practiced, there was always a slight stagnation between the circulation of strength and true energy, and he was unable to make the strength move freely.

It clearly feels like there is only a thin layer of window paper between us, but no matter how hard I try I just can't break it.

After a long while, Fang Xun stopped forcing it and simply put his fists away, standing still and sighing helplessly.

"What a pity, it's just a little bit short. Forget it. Forcing things like this will only lead to failure."

"It is definitely not feasible to practice hard in isolation. If you can succeed by practicing hard in isolation, then the world would be full of innate masters and divine masters!"

As he was thinking this, Fang Xun's eyes swept across the first door of the Martial Arts Hall and he saw the fifth line of words that had appeared on the door.

[Mei Niansheng, tenth level of acquired realm, from "The Untold Story", to be defeated] When Fang Xun saw Mei Niansheng's name, his eyes lit up and he quickly walked to the first door and pushed it open.

The next moment, his figure appeared again in the boundless and wide arena, and the first thing he saw was an old man with white hair and beard.

The old man had a kind face and looked very strong. There were few wrinkles on his face, which showed that he had mastered the art of maintaining his youth. His eyes were bright black, and he had a sword hanging around his waist.

It is Mei Niansheng, the iron-boned and black-bellied man in "The Untold Story" who is famous in the world for his two magical skills, "Tang Poetry Sword Technique" and "Shen Zhao Jing".

When he saw Mei Niansheng appear, Fang Xun smiled slightly and immediately decided to test the other party's quality.

"this."

"watch out!"

Mei Niansheng had no idea what the other party was thinking, but after he opened his mouth for just two words, he felt his hair stand on end.

After Fang Xun shouted loudly, the cloth stick came straight towards his face like a poisonous snake, at an extremely fast speed.

Mei Niansheng quickly swallowed the words in his mouth, and quickly retreated. His dense footsteps were as loud as the wind, and he just managed to dodge the stick at the critical moment.

When he wanted to say something, he saw Fang Xun coming at him again without saying a word, so he gave up the idea of ​​speaking.

With a clang, the cold light came out of the sheath, and the sword light and the stick shadow collided with each other and separated in an instant.

There was a ripping sound, and Fang Xun felt a powerful force coming from the cloth stick, which made his arm numb. He immediately took two steps back quickly.

He looked down at the cloth stick in his hand and saw a small cut on it.

He dropped the stick, bowed and said with a smile: "Master Mei is indeed worthy of his reputation. I hope you can forgive me for my impoliteness before."

Mei Niansheng did not press on to attack. He stood where he was, sheathed his sword with a clang, and looked at Fang Xun with an unwavering expression.

"You are such an ignorant kid. How can you just attack me without saying anything?"

Fang Xun said apologetically: "I hope Master Mei can forgive me. I just encountered some obstacles in my cultivation and I want to ask Master Mei for help."

As he spoke, the cloth stick thrown on the ground disappeared.

Mei Niansheng on the opposite side suddenly looked strange after hearing this. He didn't say anything and just kept looking Fang Xun up and down.

After a long while, Fang Xun felt uneasy because of being stared at, and finally couldn't help asking, "Master Mei, is there anything wrong with me?"

Mei Niansheng said with a subtle look in his eyes: "With your basic aptitude, and the authentic internal skills you practiced, how could you possibly encounter a bottleneck at the postnatal stage? Are you teasing me?"

Fang Xun looked slightly embarrassed when he heard this.

He was not surprised at why the other party knew his realm, aptitude and foundation so well. The martial arts characters in the martial arts hall would automatically get his information after they were transformed.

He sighed depressedly and said, "It's not internal Kung Fu, I just seemed to have some understanding just now, but I didn't complete the final step. I wonder if Master Mei has ever dabbled in external Kung Fu?"

"I understand a little bit, I understand a little bit."

After answering, Mei Niansheng's gaze towards Fang Xun suddenly became even stranger.

"Boy, don't tell me that you have encountered a bottleneck in your external skills?"

(End of this chapter)