My Martial Arts Can Train Themselves

There was also the second feedback message.

The Mountain-hugging Fist, which had been going around picking fights, surprisingly showed its gratitude. This made Yang Yi look at it in a new light.

After 30 feedback sessions, the Mountain-hugging Fist was only a few more experience points away to reach the next stage.

Yang Yi was not in a hurry. He went back to his room to sleep.

The next morning.

He sat cross-legged and cultivated.

He waited for the Afterglow Qi in the east to disperse.

Only then did he used his remaining 200 spirit accumulation points for feedback.

[Your Mountain-hugging Fist picked up a bag of demonic beast meat from someone else's room. After eating all of it, its strength increased greatly. Strength +7.]

[Your Mountain-hugging Fist did not yield any results after a day of fishing. In the end, it jumped into the river and caught a fat mandarin fish. It secretly gave it to the kind senior sister.]

[Your Mountain-hugging Fist has gone overboard with its cultivation. Its cultivation base regressed instead of improving. Experience -2.]

Yang Yi opened his martial arts panel.

Martial arts: Mountain-hugging Fist (learned)

Realm: Accomplished (2/500)

Characteristics: Competitive

Quality: Body Tempering martial arts

Feedback: ...

The Mountain-hugging Fist had finally broken through to the accomplished stage!

Feeling the changes in his body, Yang Yi was pleasantly surprised.

"Right now, even if I don't use Mountain Shaker, I should be able to surpass my peers!"

As far as he knew, in the Body Tempering realm, there were not many who had cultivated their martial arts to the accomplished stage.

Moreover, he still had the advantage of his attributes. When he executed a move, its power would increase by many levels.

Yang Yi could not sit still. He went to the courtyard to practice his punches.

He had just broken through, and he needed to constantly adapt to the changes in his body.

There was a gust of wind in the courtyard.

He practiced until noon.

Yang Yi stopped to eat something.

He planned to tidy himself up and attend a lesson in the afternoon.

Ever since Xu Menghua started teaching him, the regular lessons had become useless to him. He had skipped quite a few classes.

He had nothing to do in the afternoon, so he went to take a look to relax before the assessment.

"Yang Yi?"

Someone suddenly came from outside the courtyard.

The other person was a purple-clothed disciple with a fierce face.

Although Yang Yi did not know him, he behaved solemnly.

"Is something the matter, Senior Brother?" He went up to him.

"Are you Yang Yi?"

The other disciple glanced at him from the corner of his eyes and said calmly, "Come with me. Senior Brother Zhao Heng wants to talk to you."

"Senior Brother Zhao Heng?" Yang Yi's heart skipped a beat.

No matter how much he thought about it, he could not find any connection between himself and Zhao Heng.

"Okay." He pursed his lips and agreed.

They passed through the sect and arrived at the Li Bamboo Court.

This was Yang Yi's first time here.

The Li Bamboo Court was located in the northeast corner of the sect. It was a remote location. Even the air was a little cold and damp.

"Go in. Senior Brother is inside." The purple-robed disciple brought Yang Yi to a side hall.

Yang Yi bowed and thanked the senior. Then, he walked in quietly.

It was very spacious inside. Only one person sat cross-legged on the futon with his eyes closed and focused.

"Yang Yi?" The other disciple slowly opened his eyes.

His pair of deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything about Yang Yi!

"Yes." Yang Yi bowed.

He did not know if he was affected by his aura, but he felt that this space was somewhat oppressive.

"Don't be nervous. Master has asked me to thoroughly investigate the matter of the Devil Qi leaking from the Devil Imprisoning Cave. I've summoned you here for some routine questioning," said Zhao Heng slowly. "I asked Lin Yan. He said that the reason he appeared at the bottom of the cliff was because he accepted a mission you issued."

"Yes," Yang Yi admitted.

"You dropped your mother's memento?"

"Yes, it was a jade token."

Zhao Heng narrowed his eyes and asked, "How did your jade token end up at the bottom of the cliff?"

Yang Yi bowed again, he smiled bitterly and said, "That day, Senior Sister Zhuang Chenglu of Harmony Court and I rushed back from the herbal field. We had too many wooden boxes in our hands and I accidentally fell, giving the cloud marten inside the wooden cage an opportunity to escape into the bushes on the slope. When I went to chase after it, it took my jade token instead."

"Zhuang Chenglu." Zhao Heng was deep in thought. He knew who she was.

The hall fell into a temporary silence.

Yang Yi looked at him from the beginning to the end. His heart was beating wildly!

"I see. I understand what happened now. Later, I will ask senior sister Zhuang for confirmation. You may leave." Zhao Heng waved his hand.

Yang Yi bowed and took his leave.

"I hope you can find the jade token as soon as possible," Zhao Heng said, just as he was about to step out of the hall.

Yang Yi turned around and bowed again before leaving the Li Bamboo Court.

He walked all the way back to the sect. Only then did he heave a sigh of relief.

Yang Yi had expected that he would be called for questioning.

However, he did not expect that the person who would be questioning him to be Zhao Heng.

He thought that it would be the Sect Master or a Court Master!

It seemed that he was making a big fuss out of nothing. Perhaps this matter was not as serious as he had imagined. Even if he were to be the first discoverer, it would not have been a big deal.

Yang Yi's heart calmed down slightly. Recalling the conversation just now, he sighed with emotion. "Senior Brother Zhao Heng isn't as arrogant and unruly as the rumors say."

He gave another sigh. The oppression he felt in the palace previously was real.

No matter how nonjudgmental Yang Yi was, he could tell that Zhao Heng was strange. If it was not necessary, it would be better for him not to interact with him in the future.

The way Zhao Heng was looking at him was as though he wanted to eat him alive!

In the afternoon.

Yang Yi collected the spiritual accumulation points for today.

Then, he calmed himself and went to attend the lesson.

There were a few more new disciples in the class, but there were also a few less familiar faces, such as Jian Wenbin.

All the disciples were lined up in a corner of the training field.

A young coach was talking tirelessly before them.

Perhaps he considered that there would be an assessment tomorrow, the coach merely talked for a short while before asking everyone to spar.

"Shall we spar?" Zhou Yan shouted at Yang Yi.

Ever since they entered the courtyard, the two of them had not sparred properly.

"Okay." Yang Yi did not refuse.

On the stage, Zhou Yan took a stance.

The martial technique he cultivated was the Grappling Technique.

It was of the same level as the Mountain-hugging Fist, but the emphasis was different.

The Mountain-hugging Fist emphasized on using strength to fight against strength. Physical strength was more important than brains.

The Grappling Technique, on the other hand, emphasized on changes in techniques.

"Take this." Zhou Yan went forward and punched three times in a row.

Yang Yi easily blocked them.

When Zhou Yan finished his third punch, he was clearly going to attack Yang Yi's left shoulder, but in the end, he turned his elbow and punched Yang Yi's left waist.

It was very difficult to change the attack point after the punch was thrown.

This was also the subtlety of the Grappling Technique.

"Too slow."

Yang Yi's body did not move. His arms were close to his waist, protecting it.

Zhou Yan's fist was sent flying.

"Why are you so hard?"

Zhou Yan took two or three steps back and shook his fist.

He thought he had found an opening, but he did not expect Yang Yi to react faster than him.

"Your eyes gave you away. Remember not to give your opponent the possibility of reading your intentions during a fight."

Yang Yi had learned a lot of practical combat experience from the Mountain-hugging Fist.

He did not explain too much. He stepped forward and unleashed the Mountain Shaker.

Wave after wave of fists were as dense as drumbeats.

Zhou Yan kept retreating as he moved. Gradually, he could not keep up with Yang Yi's punches.

"Pay attention to your lower body's defense. If I had changed the direction of my punches just now, you would have lost. Also, don't look at my fists. Look at my entire body and try to read my next move."

Yang Yi suddenly stopped his punch and suddenly kicked out.

Zhou Yan, who was still blindly blocking, was shocked. He hurriedly gathered his strength in his arms to protect his chest.

However, Yang Yi's kick did not reach him.

Even so, Zhou Yan still fell to the ground because he lost his balance.