Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 161: What the heck is this a turn? [Three more chapters, monthly votes requested]

Early the next morning, Fang Can stopped practicing.

The people from Prince Qing's Mansion were waiting at the door early, informing Yi Zhuan that his sparring partner was ready and inviting him to enter the mansion again.

Feeling the triggering state of good fortune after bad luck, Fang Can thought to himself that there must have been a lot of people secretly coveting his Baoji yesterday.

In his opinion, the effect of his talent reached its highest level last night, then immediately dropped after reaching a peak, and now it is approaching the level of the day before yesterday.

"The increase in the value of this talent is even more outrageous than that of stocks," Fang Can said with emotion.

"Young Master Fang, please follow me to Prince Qing's Mansion for a chat." The steward of Prince Qing's Mansion, who I had just met yesterday, said respectfully.

"Of course." Fang Can nodded slowly. What was there to be afraid of when the danger radar had been lowered?

After leaving Prince Qing's Mansion, in order not to attract attention, the two took a small path towards the Mansion.

Halfway through, Fang Can asked casually, "Did anything big happen yesterday?"

"Besides your being listed on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, there is another thing." The steward said with a smile: "The leader of Jiejian Mountain came to the capital yesterday."

"Ah?" Fang Can was stunned for a moment: "There is such a thing."

"Yes, there is nothing trivial in the fourth shift. In the middle of the night, all the civil and military officials in the court got up and went to the palace to talk. The main topic of discussion was the selection of the next emperor."

"After the meeting, all the civil and military officials in the court praised Young Master Fang, but Sect Leader Liu said that Young Master still needs to gain more experience."

The steward smiled and said, although it was not said explicitly, everyone knew that Sect Master Liu valued Fang Can. He came to the palace for a tour as soon as the Hidden Dragon List was released.

Is the purpose of the election for the emperor? Isn't it to support Fang Can?

Fang Can couldn't help but feel warmed at heart after hearing this. No wonder his talent had dropped so much last night. It turned out that it was Senior Liu who took action.

Following the steward all the way into Prince Qing's Mansion, this time the target was not the reception hall, but the more remote martial arts room.

As soon as I walked in, I saw an old man with a slightly weathered face, slightly bent over, wearing casual clothes and with a calm expression.

"Are you the warrior who wants to spar with me?" Fang Can asked, his expression somewhat solemn.

A first-level warrior can live up to 200 years, and will not show any signs of old age until he is about to die of old age.

This means that the other party is an old antique who should have lived for 180 or 190 years, and he only has about 10 years to live.

"That's right, before entering the competition, you can just spar with me." The old man smiled, revealing his big white teeth.

"Young Master Fang has been brought here. We'd like to trouble Elder Yang to teach him a few things." The steward said with a hint of respect in his eyes.

"Thank you for your help. I will take care of the rest." The old man said while stretching his muscles. "I haven't done anything in a long time. It's a good time to warm up."

"Mr. Yang, you'd better be more serious." Fang Can said seriously.

"Don't worry, no matter it is experience, strength, inheritance, skills, martial arts..." the old man grinned and said, "I am the strongest one in the first round."

As soon as he finished speaking, something strange happened.

In Fang Can's shrinking pupils, a skinny hand reached out to grab Fang Can.

Fast, extremely fast.

Without even having time to think, Fang Can tilted his head almost instinctively.

But it seemed that the entire space was being drawn in, and a huge suction force was coming from the old man's palm.

By the time Fang Can reacted, the old man had already grabbed his neck and he couldn't move.

"Is this the old brand's turn?" Fang Can was completely convinced. Compared with him, Wang Peng was just like a roadside stalk.

"Good boy, if you hadn't used your Qi in time, you would have almost failed. It would have been a huge embarrassment." The old man thought to himself.
If those bastards in the army knew that they couldn't catch a little guy who had transformed into a mortal body, they would be laughed at for a whole year.

Feeling his body stiffen, Fang Can asked: "Mr. Yang, why can't I move?" "Because all the acupuncture points in your body have been pressed by my internal force." The old man pushed gently, and Fang Can found that he could move again.

"Where are the acupuncture points on me?" Fang Can wondered.

He no longer practices the Tiger Evil Eighty-Eight Caves, so where do the acupoints come from?

"My martial arts contains acupuncture points of the Zhoutian Star Number." The old man put his hands behind his back again: "It doesn't matter whether you have it or not, as long as I have it, it's fine."

"OK, idealistic martial arts, just think what you think." Fang Can's mouth twitched, and he said helplessly: "Please continue to teach me, Mr. Yang."

"Very good, then I will continue." The old man said: "This time I will not use my true energy, I will just fight with my body."

As he spoke, Fang Can only felt the murderous aura coming towards him. It was hard for him to imagine how many people this old man in front of him had killed when he was young.

……

The steward walked out and went all the way to the study to report to Prince Qing.

"I have brought Young Master Fang to General Yang," the steward said respectfully.

"Very good. I believe that with General Yang's guidance, Fang Can's skills will improve greatly within this month." Prince Qing couldn't help but smile.

The so-called Old Yang was actually the third-level veteran who was in the Golden Palace back then.

Considering that Fang Can had once defeated a first-level mortal, Prince Qing felt that this was no longer an ordinary mortal body and that he had to strike hard.

Originally, after finishing the meeting at midnight yesterday, Prince Qing was worried that the first turn might go wrong, so he planned to borrow a second turner from the army to practice with.

As a result, when the matter was discussed with General Yang, he thought that he might as well do nothing, so he decided to suppress his realm to the first level and play with Fang Can for a month.

A third-turn martial arts master can suppress the performance of a first-turn master, so the strength, speed, defense, skills, energy, and inheritance are all the strongest in the hexagonal first turn.

In this situation, an ordinary second-level champion cannot win, and a third-level champion with obvious shortcomings will also be defeated.

……

"So strong! Too strong! Ridiculously strong!"

With a loud bang, Fang Can's abdomen was like a bent shrimp, and his body turned into a cannon and slammed into the wall behind him.

The terrifying kinetic energy was absorbed by the special bricks and stones, preventing the aftermath from spreading beyond the training room.

"Is this the normal strength of a first-level cultivator? What the hell is Wang Peng? Is he worthy of being called a first-level cultivator?"

Holding his abdomen, Fang Can's eyes were filled with shock as he felt the black bruises quickly improve under the sunlight.

Even without using his true energy or inheritance, and just relying on his physical body, the warrior in front of him who was about to die of old age was dozens of times stronger than himself. It turned out that the upper limit of the first level was so high.

If the opponent attacks with all his strength, I will probably explode like a firework in an instant.

"It's over." Fang Can felt bad.

If the entire transformation was at this level, Xiang Longtao's strength would probably far exceed his expectations.

"Hey, kid, can you still hold on?" the old man said with a malicious smile.

Although his strength was limited to one turn, everything he displayed now was the strongest on one side in one turn.

For the other turn, abandon the even addition of points and instead increase the value of a single item to the limit, which will roughly be on par with his current performance in that single item.

Well, how can this not be considered a turn?

"It's okay, go ahead." Fang Can looked serious and had become completely serious.

(End of this chapter)