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Upon seeing the dragon, he felt full of energy and strength, as if he had returned to his prime.

Now he doesn't feel old at all.

Even when he's drinking with courtesans, he can call eight girls!

He was imposing and dignified, striding through the crowd with powerful and unrestrained movements, his punches and kicks sending any unlucky soul flying if he touched them.

Even his two henchmen in blue robes weren't spared; they were knocked down with a single punch.

Seeing his madness, everyone cried out in despair. This fellow was even attacking his own people; he had truly gone insane…

How could Yang Silang endure such torture for a whole month?

Wasn't this guy fighting Yang Silang for a month? Why did he suddenly change his mind and want to teach us a lesson?

Everyone lay on the ground, completely baffled.

Seeing that Instructor Long was displaying his great power, taking down one person with each step, and circling around the martial arts hall, there was only one other person standing besides him.

Long Yi strode over, raising his fist to strike.

Yang Silang clenched his fists at his waist, ready to counterattack; this old man liked to do things unpredictably.

Although he had just trained me, it's hard to say whether he might come over and beat me up again while I'm practicing my boxing.

But when Long recognized him, his one eye widened, his mouth twitched, and he retreated backward in a graceful, flowing motion, showing no interest whatsoever in beating him up.

This thing is like a hedgehog; hitting it will only make it uncomfortable for him, so why make yourself miserable?

Moreover, it's estimated that it will take four or five unexpected moves to take him down.

That wouldn't achieve the goal of establishing authority, so why bother?

Countless people on the ground witnessed this scene, their hearts breaking, their eyes wide with disbelief.

Coach, he's a trainee too! Why don't you beat him up?

At this moment, countless people share the same thought.

Long Yi's face flushed slightly as he looked at the people lying on the ground and then flicked his sleeve.

"Hmph, I'll continue practicing this afternoon!"

Only then did he walk away with measured steps.

Since the two servants in blue robes had also fallen, Yang Silang had no choice but to personally help everyone up. He took some medicinal oil from the servants' pockets and had everyone apply it to each other.

Yang Silang looked at the expressions of everyone.

All I can say is that each one is round and plump, like a full, bluish-purple eggplant, very beautiful. The sight of someone bleeding adds a touch of color to the dish.

In short, Long Yi became even more ruthless and vicious, as if he was venting some kind of anger.

Hmm... a bit irritable, that's not good.

It's always better to be yourself. Even with bruises all over your skin, you still care about your colleagues and apply medicine for everyone.

"Da Niu, does it still hurt?" He looked at Wang Da Niu, whose eyes were uneven and whose nose was bleeding profusely, and seemed to have something to say.

Wang Daniu shook his head.

"It's not physical pain, it's heartache... Fourth Brother, you don't understand."

It was afternoon.

In the backyard of the martial arts hall, Yang Silang stood facing the hard wooden stake. Practicing the Iron Man Stakes also requires a gradual approach. Beginners must first practice on the hard wooden stakes until they are proficient and their bones become tough and flexible before they can practice on the Iron Man Stakes.

He took a deep breath, then suddenly pounced forward, stomping his feet and shaking his legs, channeling all his strength into his body, before unleashing a powerful five-fist strike. After completing the twenty-five moves of the long fist, he pounced again, striking with his elbows, knees, hips, buttocks, chest, and back, supplemented by variations in his leg techniques.

crackling sounds...

The hardwood stakes were shaking violently.

Because of the concentrated release and collision of qi and blood, the wood slowly becomes bright and shiny.

call……

After completing a set of Iron Man Stance training, Yang Silang felt a burning pain all over his body, and his blood and qi were surging rapidly. Looking down, he saw that his body was covered in bruises.

"No wonder they use medicated oil; without it, it would be self-torture."

He deftly took out the medicinal oil, poured it onto his hands, warmed his palms and spread it evenly, then rubbed it on various parts of his body until it melted.

One bottle of medicinal oil, made primarily from woolly rhinoceros hide, can make his copper skin tougher and thicker. Another bottle of medicinal oil, made primarily from the bones of the thousand-bone snake, can penetrate the skin and nourish the bones.

The woolly rhinoceros is a mythical beast with hide as thick as half a palm and as tough as glue; even blunt force strikes from ordinary weapons cannot penetrate its defenses.

The Thousand-Bone Snake, unlike ordinary snakes which have about one hundred to four hundred vertebrae, has a thousand vertebrae, which are incredibly hard and no weaker than refined iron.

These two strange beasts inhabited the northern and southern borders of the Great Shun Dynasty respectively, and it is said that each hunt was extremely difficult.

Long Yiyan also said that these two pills are precious medicines that can be bought on the market.

Of course, there are even better and more precious medicines, but those are controlled by aristocratic families, powerful clans, and other wealthy and noble families, and cannot be provided by the Martial Arts Hall.

Yang Silang raised his arm and saw that his skin was dull and oily, and his bones felt numb and itchy, as if a stream of heat was flowing in and moisturizing and changing his nature.

It seems that the incredible and miraculous effects that martial artists in this world can achieve are largely due to the environment created by this magical world, and the precious medicines and exotic beasts that have emerged from this environment.

What about two bottles of "common" medicinal oil?

He possesses the supernatural power of rejuvenation, and his body can always be in its best condition. He absorbs medicinal oils much better than ordinary people, and ordinary medicinal herbs will definitely have miraculous effects on him.

Several more words have appeared on the screen in my mind.

Yang Silang

Lifespan (basic): 17/135.

Force (Basic): 215

[Skill 1: Iron Man Stance (Advanced Version of Long Fist Stance), practice five times a day, 1/200 repetitions.]

[Skill 2: Basic Weapons (swords, spears, bows, hammers, shields), practice five times a day, 30/100]

[Skill 3: Taizu Changquan (Basic), practice five times a day, 60/60]

During this month of cultivation, my lifespan didn't increase much, but it still increased by 5 years; my basic strength increased by 15 points.

It takes two hundred days to master the Iron Man Stance.

Even those with exceptional talent need three to five years to achieve this, demonstrating that by combining cultivation with supernatural abilities, one's speed can far surpass that of so-called geniuses.

One day of practice is equivalent to five days of practice by others!

The basic version of Taizu Changquan is complete. According to Long Yiyan, the subsequent boxing stances and stance training involve the realm of the Steel-Dirty Grand Martial Master.

Those sword and spear techniques are the basic version, using fists to transform weapons and weapons to transform fists; a hundred days is enough.

The bright future is right in front of us; all we need to do is take each step firmly and steadily.

With unwavering faith, Yang Silang focused solely on rigorous training, breaking through to the Iron Bone Martial Master level in two hundred days!

At that very moment.

I heard a ghostly wail coming from outside the front yard.

"Ahhh... I've broken through..."

The voice sounded somewhat like Ma Qianli's long-faced monster, a voice that seemed both joyful and tinged with fear.

"Let's go to Fengyanlou tonight! We won't leave until we're drunk! Mr. Ma is treating!"

Long Yiyan rang out in a high-pitched voice, seemingly even more joyful than Ma Qianli.

"Instructor Long is mighty, and Brother Ma is righteous!"

Flattery abounds; this is a group of miserable losers who are being beaten up but trying to find joy in their misery.

A happy smile appeared on Yang Silang's face.

I was ripped off so badly before, but today I can finally eat my fill without worry.

Today is indeed a good day!