Fantasy: Immortality starts with absorbing demons

The dusk has become blurry, and the lanterns hanging in front of Fulin Tower shine on people's faces, making the deep darkness appear much brighter.

"Senior Brother Zheng, we will meet again next time when you become a Tongmai stage martial artist!"

"Hahaha, no problem, Junior Brother Han is a person who will achieve great success in the future..."

After drinking and eating, Han and Yi went to send Zheng Yuncheng downstairs first.

"Shopkeeper, pay!"

Han Yi turned around and asked the restaurant owner to pay.

"Okay, sir, please wait..."

The shopkeeper of Fulinlou kept fiddling with his abacus at the counter.

"Sir, the red blood tiger meat buns are five taels of silver each. With the drinks and dishes, the total is twenty taels of silver."

Wild beast meat is so expensive, is it robbery?

Han Yi subconsciously touched the money bag. Fortunately, Wu Awei's reward on his head was quite strong, and the twenty-five taels of silver reward was enough to pay for it.

"That's the price of the 'Red Blood Tiger Meat Buns'. Please charge those three 'Red Blood Tiger Meat Buns' to my account first."

Pan Sheng was afraid that Han Yi would not have enough money, so he took the lead in speaking to the shopkeeper.

"No, no need," Han Yi felt a little moved in his heart, and he quickly stopped Pan Sheng, "Senior Brother Pan, I have money."

"If you don't have money, just say it. Don't try to make it look fat." Pan Sheng looked at Han Yi suspiciously, "No matter how bad my brother is, I still have enough money."

"Senior Brother Pan, I just completed a martial arts mission a few days ago," Han Yi said, holding his index finger and thumb together, rubbing his knuckles, "I earned a lot of money."

After hearing this, Pan Sheng stopped asking any questions and allowed Han Yi to settle the bill.

"Junior Brother Han, I will bring the contract to you tomorrow morning. Don't go out yet." After settling the bill, Pan Sheng warned Han Yi at the door of Fulinlou.

Han Yi nodded slightly and agreed.

snap, snap

In the quiet night, Han Yi made a slight sound when he stepped on the gravel road in the alley of Qiuzhu Alley.

During the day, nothing could be seen. In this late night, the alley was deep and narrow, and it seemed that there was no end in sight.

The tile walls on both sides blocked the bright moonlight, making the whole alley seem a little dark.

Zhila

Han Yi inserted the key into the door lock and pushed the door open.

"what?"

He seemed to see a figure flashing out of the corner of his eye.

The figure flashed past, and Han Yi didn't see what kind of strength this person had.

"Why does it feel weird that there are people out so late at night?"

"Forget it, why are you so suspicious?" Han Zhao murmured a few times.

There are hundreds of families living in Qiuzhu Lane, so it is normal for people to go out at night.

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The moon is setting and the crows are crying, the sky will be bright

Since Pan Sheng had told Han Yi not to go out, he simply got up early and prepared to practice.

crackling

The blazing flames exploded with sparks, and Han Yi stuffed several handfuls of firewood under the earthen stove.

The flames became more intense, the bottom of the pot was burned red, and the soup in the iron pot became thicker and thicker. Several originally white medicine packets now turned extremely green and black.

Han Yi's expression remained unchanged as he inserted a pair of 'iron palms' into the hot medicinal soup and fished out the medicine packet.

Bang, bang, bang

Han Yi violently hit the medicine bag with both palms.

Suddenly, he felt that as wisps of medicinal power were tempered, his palms suddenly swelled, and the speed at which Qi and blood gathered here also suddenly accelerated a bit.

Is this an introduction to the ‘Thunderbolt Palm Technique’?

Han Yi was surprised to see his palms glowing with dark green color after the energy and blood circulated.

[Detected the existence of low-level martial arts of the same type that have reached the highest level]

【Whether to deduce】

Before Han Yi could check the panel himself, a prompt from the system sounded.

Deduction?

A low-level martial arts of the same type that has reached the highest level?

Is it Bengshan Boxing?

Han Yi thought for a moment. Bengshan Fist is just a mortal martial art. After breaking through to the blood refining stage, he felt that Bengshan Fist became increasingly weak and could not exert its due power at the blood refining stage.

"Deduction!" He thought silently in his mind.

As these words were spoken, a new memory was born.

After the young man mastered Bengshan Quan to great perfection, he began to go out alone to practice.

At first, he only challenged his peers in the martial arts gym. However, how could his peers be the boy's opponents? They all retreated.

Later, he went to challenge his senior brothers and sisters, but the former majestic senior brothers and sisters were no longer his enemies.

In such a huge martial arts hall, no one could survive a single move from the young man's fist.

Finally, the young man appeared in front of the master.

The master is indeed different from those brothers. After fighting for hundreds of rounds, the master and the apprentice are still indifferent.

The young man fought vigorously and gradually entered the battle. The more he fought, the more ferociously he fought, and the Bengshan boxing technique became more and more proficient.

In a certain round, the master and the apprentice used the 'Collapse Mountain Fist - Earth Splitting' at the same time. This time, the master was beaten so hard that he retreated and vomited blood.

But the master showed a look of relief. He knew that the young man's talent was the highest he had ever seen in his life. Only the young man could push the 'Collapse Mountain Fist' to a new level.

In this way, the young man became the owner of the museum.

After becoming the gym owner, the young man once again challenged other martial arts schools in the city. However, this time the young man encountered a setback. He failed and was seriously injured!

The boy asked others why he failed. Some said he was not agile enough; others said his legs were not good enough; some even said he was too young and not sophisticated enough.

The boy knew that this was not the reason for the failure. He ran to ask his master, who had watched the whole fight.

The master said, the ‘Bengshan Fist’ was not strong enough!

The boy suddenly realized, and he learned from his mistakes and had a sudden enlightenment in seclusion.

He asked people to collect countless martial arts, including fists, palms, swords, and knifes...

However, these martial arts were not even as strong as the ‘Bengshan Fist’, and they could not satisfy him.

In a thunderstorm, the clueless boy stared at the sky in a daze.

Suddenly, there was a thunderbolt!

A thunderclap suddenly exploded.

The boy's eyes lit up. Yes, among all things in the world, what can compare to the strength of thunder and lightning!

So, a new set of martial arts was born.

[Deduction completed, consuming 5 points of Yuanli]

[Name]: Han Yi (16/106)

[Level]: Early stage of blood refining (8/100)

[Skills]: Yang Yuan Gong (incomplete, characteristics: rejuvenation, minor success 2/50, can be improved); Yu Gu Gong (ordinary level, characteristics: bone strengthening, minor success 3/20, can be improved)

[Martial arts]: Thunder Palm (upper grade of yellow level, characteristics: collapse of mountains, crazy attack, skilled (5/20), can be improved); Basic Sword Skill (ordinary level, characteristics: sword dancing, minor success 5/20, can be improved); Feiyan Leg (lower grade of yellow level, characteristics: gust of wind, skilled (3/20), can be improved)

[Yuanli]: 7