The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 153 Isn’t this unreasonable?

"Young Master is so powerful, have you really never learned martial arts to hone your strength?"

Judge Wu released the palm of the young man in front of him and asked with a look of disbelief. He simply tested the young man's wrist strength, but even he could infer the general level of the young man's physical strength.

Innate in martial arts!

In terms of physical strength and abundant energy and blood, this son's body is definitely not inferior to those warriors who have advanced to innateness through horizontal training.

However, these skilled warriors have suffered so much and suffered so much since they were young. They have treated their bodies like a piece of fine iron and tempered them thousands of times. Only then have they achieved innate achievements in martial arts.

But forgive his blindness, he really couldn't detect any traces of physical training in this young master, and he didn't think that this young master needed to go through such pains like those who practiced martial arts.

"Never learned!"

Feng Qing'an replied sincerely that the main contribution to his current strong physique is due to Black Mountain, because Black Mountain is a living being with fresh blood, Donghuang, Nange and even the subsequent contracted Blazing Sun Tree and Minglong A, the increase in feedback on his physique is not as high as that of Montenegro.

"You have such a spirit without ever practicing martial arts. You must be very blessed!"

Martial Judge's eyes were very complicated at this moment. He was a martial arts master passed down from his family, and he had practiced both internal and external skills since he was a child. However, he only became an innate warrior in his prime years. He can now recall the suffering he suffered back then.

But looking at the young master in front of him, if it weren't for tonight's investigation, he wouldn't even know what level his body is among warriors. This body of powerful blood seems to have fallen from the sky, and it was so confusing.

"Ashamed!"

Feng Qingan watched his words carefully, and he didn't know that he had probably stimulated Judge Wu and reminded him of something bad.

"Young master, with such a foundation, have you ever thought of practicing martial arts?"

At this moment, after exploring Feng Qing'an's body, the martial judge has already thought of cherishing talents. If the previous explanation of his martial arts experience, the use and control of power was just to repay the favor of a sword, then now , he had the urge to pass on his legacy.

But he also knew that he was far from qualified to be the teacher of the young man in front of him. Even so, he was willing to teach martial arts practice methods, those techniques for tempering the body, cultivating the true energy, and even fighting with others. At this moment, he had the idea of ​​giving everything to others.

Anyway, he has no use for it. Besides, to be honest, he has also visited the descendants of his family. The past two hundred years are enough to bring down a small family that cannot be called prosperous in the first place, even with him. A ghost protects you.

Practicing martial arts not only requires talent, but also a lot of money. The two are indispensable. No family can guarantee that geniuses will appear in every generation. Big families can try their best to marry and have children, but small families cannot follow suit.

"There have been!"

Feng Qing'an nodded and admitted that before his eldest brother took the imperial examination and before he obtained the inheritance of the beast master, as long as someone taught him, no matter what it was, he was willing to learn it, but there was no one.

"I have summarized a martial arts canon, which contains what I learned in martial arts during my lifetime, as well as some conjectures and guesses. Today, I feel like old friends with you, so I will give it to you!"

While speaking, Judge Wu actually took out a book from his arms, and in Feng Qing'an's surprised eyes, he took out a second book, and then a third one.

In the blink of an eye, a thick stack of books was stacked on the desk in front of Feng Qing'an. Apparently, this ghost and god also had a magic weapon that could store objects.

This is not surprising. What surprised Feng Qing'an was that this ghost god was so generous and gave him all his hard work during his lifetime.

"Isn't this inappropriate?"

"These are just a pile of waste paper to me. They are of no use to me."

As he spoke, the burly man stood up and looked up to the east. The distant sky was already turning white, and the sun was about to rise.

"If you don't accept it, young master, then just throw it away. It can also be used as a fire starter, so I will leave for now!"

After the words fell, the ghost and god did not wait for Feng Qing'an to respond, his figure slowly disappeared, and he suddenly left.

"This is really..."

Feng Qing'an lowered his head and looked at the thick pile of classics on the stone table, feeling as if he was in a dream. He just casually slashed out a sword, but in exchange for a martial artist's life's hard work.

"Let's see!"

Feng Qing'an, who didn't look tired at all, sat down in front of the stone table, took a book, and started to read it. The little golden-scaled dragon, who had been eavesdropping on his collar all night, no longer had any scruples at this moment, and went straight into it. came out, wrapped around his wrist, watching with the same concentration.

Feng Qing'an looked at such a studious little guy and smiled knowingly, but also didn't take its behavior to heart.

After all, it is a newly born spirituality. It is normal to be curious about things you have not seen before. This is human martial arts. It is of no benefit to the birth of spiritual artifacts. Even if you learn it, it is useless.

It was precisely because of this that Judge Wu didn't care even if he found that there was a little guy eavesdropping on Feng Qing'an. He just sighed that this young master was so lucky that he actually had such a spiritual weapon with him.

"It's really a gift of everything!"

Feng Qing'an simply flipped through one book, which recorded a rather profound internal martial arts mental method, as well as a method of tempering the body that matched the mental method, that is, horizontal training kung fu, and continued to flip through the second book. , the more I looked at it, the more surprised I became.

It’s no wonder that this martial judge called it a martial arts canon, because it contains nearly ten mental methods of different levels, and even matching external skills, including single elixir prescriptions, medicinal diets, taboos, etc. needed for practice. Everything is available.

In addition to internal and external martial arts techniques, it also records fighting techniques with swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks, etc. This also includes the use and detailed mastery of power.

This is also the part that Feng Qingan is most interested in. He has no interest in practicing martial arts now. Let alone whether he has talent in martial arts. Even if he has talent, the martial arts canon he has now only covers a wide range, but the level involved is not Not high, at least not in Feng Qingan's eyes.

The realm of martial arts practice can be divided into acquired and innate. Acquired warriors are the most common and most numerous martial artists. Their practice focuses on internal strength or physical training. After accumulating to a certain level, they can undergo transformation and return to innate from acquired. .

However, those who can become innate warriors can be said to be only one in a hundred, one in a thousand. And above the innate warriors, there are Gangsha, Hunyuan, Shendan, and the Tongtian realm known as martial arts, human beings and immortals in the classics.

Feng Qing'an knew from this that martial arts was also a road that could lead to immortality, and its upper limit was higher than Feng Qing'an's initial expectations. But even so, Feng Qing'an had no idea of ​​practicing.

Because the so-called martial arts code in his hand can only cultivate the most profound mental method to the magical elixir. The most damning thing is that this so-called magical elixir is actually deduced. Even the founder who left the mental method himself has not practiced it. to this state.

Feng Qing'an would not practice this kind of martial arts inheritance even if he was crazy. He would only use it as a reference. After all, the practice of martial arts is to seek within rather than outside. It lies in unlocking the potential contained in one's own body, which has great merits.

Feng Qing'an was fascinated by what he saw. Unknowingly, the sun was in the middle of the sky. When he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but sigh that time flies by. This was just a simple experience.

Even if this is not a profound martial arts inheritance, it still requires him to spend a lot of time chewing it, because there are too many techniques that are beneficial to him.

"You little thing, can you understand it?"

At this time, Feng Qing'an also discovered something that surprised him. He had been looking at this little golden-scaled dragon for so long, and it had been wrapped around his wrist. The posture had not changed much when he saw it with him.

Yin~

The little dragon saw Feng Qing'an about to close the book. Misty mist emitted from between his scales, and his small body flew up with the light mist. He threw himself on the page, looked back at Feng Qingan, and let out a low groan.

"Do you still want to see it?"

Yin~

"Then just watch!"

Feng Qing'an is natural. The paper used in this martial arts book is not a common thing. It will not be moistened by mere moisture, and it is not easily damaged.

Yin~

Feeling Ming Longjia's cheerful and joyful mood, Feng Qing'an couldn't help but be infected, smiled, then stood up, stretched, opened the courtyard door, and went out to find food.

Cooking by yourself? It doesn’t exist. He hasn’t tasted so many delicacies in Jiangyang Mansion, so what’s the point of messing around on his own?

Next day, early morning

Heishan, who had been making out with Bai Yao, stared blankly at the golden-armored figure shaking his fist in the courtyard. As a wolf that grew up by devouring evil spirits, Heishan was very convinced that this set of golden armor was an empty shell at this time. No one at all.

However, the fists wielded by this suit of armor at this moment were like moving clouds and flowing water, possessing an indescribable power that made Heishan feel a slight sense of oppression.

The wind created by the fist made even the hair on Heishan's body flutter, as if there really was a martial artist with a lot of martial arts attainments, wearing this seemingly heavy and naked armor, in front of him. It's like practicing boxing in the morning.

This made Heishan feel a little less confident in his own judgment for a while. He led Bai Yao, who was also stunned, and broke into Feng Qing'an's bedroom. As soon as he entered, he saw Feng Qing'an sitting up from the bed.

"not me!"

At this moment, Feng Qing'an had a particularly complicated expression. He looked at Black Mountain and slowly exhaled. As a beast master, he could naturally control all the changes in the Minglong Armor.

When he went out yesterday, he had already noticed something was wrong with the armor. By night, when the Minglong Armor decomposed directly and turned into a human form, and began to punch, he knew something was wrong.

Martial arts fanatic!

In all walks of life, and even in all major cultivation systems, there are always crazy people. For the sake of what they like and want, they can give up or even ignore everything.

However, Feng Qing'an really couldn't understand, how could a good set of armor turn him into a martial arts idiot?

Isn't it enough that a set of armor honestly helps the owner resist harm? Even if he develops intelligence and is interested in other things, it won't be so outrageous.

Ouch~

After confirming that Feng Qing'an was in the room, Heishan suddenly became even more confused. It couldn't understand what the armor was doing. Isn't it just breaking metal together? What's the point of learning to practice boxing?

Although it can be formed into a human form, the internal structure is completely different, and the power is also different. It is really weird to wear good armor and learn human martial arts techniques.

"Let it be, don't worry about it!"

After Feng Qing'an thought for a moment, he made such a decision. Although it felt strange, there was really no need to stop him. After all, the armor's martial arts training would not affect anything.

Ouch~

Black Mountain whimpered, indicating that it understood that since Feng Qing'an had spoken, it would naturally not interfere.

However, as a piece of armor, Minglong Armor neither needs to eat, nor sleep, nor rest, so without Feng Qingan's intervention.

Ming Longjia only did two things. He sat down and read the martial arts canon, concentrating on it. From morning till night, when he stood up, he practiced the martial arts techniques recorded in the martial arts canon.

Sleepless, day and night, so crazy, even a pair of armor brought huge pressure to Heishan, and it even had no intention of being intimate and playful with Bai Yao.

Because Heishan already knows at this moment that the owner has also entered into a contract with this pile of scrap metal. In a certain sense, these are also its descendants, and their status is the same.

Under such circumstances, seeing this pile of scrap metal either reading books or practicing techniques every day, it is really difficult for Montenegro to stay in a comfortable state, even if it has gone through a long period of fighting training and really deserves a rest and relaxation.

However, facing the pressure brought by Minglongjia, Heishan stopped playing around with Bai Yao.

Every night, UU reads a book www.uukanshu． net When the moon first appears, Black Mountain climbs up to the roof and sucks in the moonlight. Even when the sun and moon change, it does not come down. It will still suck in the morning light for a while and absorb the essence of the sun, until it can no longer bear it. Stay, then come down from the roof.

Faced with Heishan who suddenly practiced hard and swallowed up the essence of the sun and the moon, Bai Yao could no longer maintain a relaxed and leisurely attitude. Her strength was originally stronger than Heishan, but now she has fallen behind.

Heishan was practicing so hard when he was stronger than her, and she had to practice hard along with him. Even if Feng Qingan was nourishing him every day, she could not relax.

"..."

Feng Qing'an, who returned to the courtyard just before the curfew, looked up and saw the golden armor replaced by branches in the courtyard, practicing sword skills.

Looking up, you can see the two black and white wolves on the beams, opening their mouths to swallow the moonlight.

Seeing this scene, Feng Qingan couldn't help but fell into deep thought. When did this start? When he just moved in, wasn't the atmosphere in the yard very harmonious and comfortable? Why did it become so curly?

"Practice!"

Feng Qingan, who had been eating, drinking and having fun outside during the day, also got into the room under the influence of this atmosphere and began to practice daily.