Starting with the drowned ghost, he synthesized the Myobo no Shinjun.

"Traitor!"

"I'll beat you to death, you little bastard!"

Inside the Tiger Python Martial Arts School courtyard, the old master, his beard and hair bristling, held a willow branch and whipped his big-mouthed disciple, making him spin around the yard like a top.

Don't be fooled by the fact that that disciple has already mastered the art of skin refining.

The old curator's willow branches were imbued with a powerful force; even a lump of iron could be easily pulled apart with a single stroke.

Only when the old master of the house was tired did he sit back down in the bamboo recliner.

He closed his eyes, took a long, deep breath, like a whale gulping down water, creating gusts of wind.

When he opened his eyes again, all the anger and irritability in them had vanished.

Only a fierce fighting spirit, like a vicious tiger or python, was present, eager to pin its prey under its claws and tear it apart and kill it alive.

"snort!"

The blast of air, which had rolled through his internal organs, was exhaled, sending several children peeking out from outside the courtyard tumbling head over heels.

"Oh my!" "This old man has quite the arrogance!"

Several children got up and looked at the old man in the courtyard with awe.

"Hmph, come in if you want to see, stop sneaking around outside!"

The old curator shouted in a booming voice, glancing at the collapsed walls everywhere, and secretly thinking: "I asked the third brother to repair the wall, how long has it been and it's still not done?"

I'll have to find a reason to beat him up later.

Since it can't be hidden anyway, it's better to be open about it and let whoever wants to see it come and see it.

News of Ning Kui's challenge to the Tiger Python Martial Arts School quickly spread throughout the entire martial arts street.

Just past noon, the naturally active martial artists called out to their friends and headed to the Tiger Python Martial Arts School in groups of three or five.

"Ah Sheng, let's go watch the martial arts competition!"

Inside the Baoyuan Martial Arts School, an apprentice walked up to Cao Asheng and excitedly called him to come and watch the excitement together.

Cao Asheng stood on the plum blossom stakes, his back soaked with sweat.

He gave an apologetic smile and said to the apprentice who had called him, "Erniu, you go first. I still have to stand for another half an hour before the afternoon lessons are over."

"Oh dear, what's half an hour less of standing time? Let's go together!"

"No, I'll go after I finish the standing meditation."

"...This is boring, I'm going now!"

Under the blazing sun, almost all the disciples of Baoyuan Martial Arts School had left, except for Cao Asheng, who was practicing his stances meticulously.

Zhang Qian, a martial arts master from Baoyuan Martial Arts School, stood in the shadows, stroking his beard and nodding: "This boy has a firm will. After testing him for a while, perhaps he can be taken in as a true disciple from among the outer disciples."

As he pondered this, he walked towards the door.

That old scoundrel from the Tiger Python Martial Arts School, relying on his high level of skill and exquisite techniques, often showed off his power among the martial arts masters.

Zhang Qian was also very much looking forward to seeing him get beaten up.

Tiger Python Martial Arts School covers several acres and is the largest of all martial arts schools in Yugu County.

As time went by, more and more people gathered around.

Even the newly built walls were knocked down again by the dense crowds.

"Master Ning Kui has arrived!"

"Go Ningwu Shi!"

"I also want to join the Demon-Slaying Martial Arts School and slay evil spirits! Master Ning, please accept me as your disciple!"

The crowd erupted in cheers. Despite it being the Tiger Python Martial Arts School's home turf, the cheers were overwhelmingly for Ning Kui.

All the things Ning Kui did, one after another, were for the benefit of the people.

Even when they set up martial arts schools, they would teach martial arts for free, just to restore a bright and clear world for them.

The people aren't blind; they know who is good and who is bad.

The disciples of Tiger Python Martial Arts School were so shocked by the thunderous cheers that they turned pale and couldn't help but cast worried glances at their master, who was sitting in the center of the training ground.

Fortunately, the old martial arts master's breathing was stable and long, seemingly unaffected by the outside world.

Chen Qi, who had already changed into new clothes, followed closely behind Ning Kui, his face flushed red.

He looked at Ning Kui's back with great reverence; this was his master!

"Senior, please forgive Ning Kui for being late."

Ning Kui entered the Tiger Python Martial Arts School and bowed to the old martial arts master who had closed his eyes and was preparing to strike.

This martial arts school is renowned and has a long history.

Before joining the Zhenni Division, this was the martial arts school that Ning Kui most wanted to join.

The old man in front of him was almost his master.

Unfortunately, the Tiger Python Martial Arts School's foundation could not compare to that of the Rebellion Suppression Division, and the old martial arts master's fortune was still somewhat shallow.

"Master Ning, there's no need for such formalities. Since it was my disciple who spoke rudely first, it's only right that you come to our door to cause trouble."

"Heh, I'm not afraid of being ridiculed by my seniors. My martial arts school is newly established and needs to make a name for itself."

After much thought, I realized that the Tiger Python Martial Arts School is the most prestigious, and your disciples just happened to fall into my hands.

Please don't punish him too harshly, senior.

The old curator's eyes snapped open, and a murderous intent, like a tiger hunting its prey, immediately filled the air.

The scorching heat seemed to have turned a bit colder as a result.

"Good, at least you're an honest man! Too bad you spoke too late. That traitor won't be able to get out of bed for at least half a month, hahaha."

After the laughter subsided, the old master stood solemnly, cupped his hands, and introduced himself: "I am a disciple of Zhou Renfeng, the thirty-seventh generation successor of the 'White Tiger Extreme Killing Scripture'."

Zhou Tiecang, founder of the Tiger Python Martial Arts School and creator of the "White Tiger Black Python Skill".

His voice was clear and resonant, carrying a strong sense of pride and dominance, instantly drowning out the noise of the entire venue.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, as if being watched by a tiger, and involuntarily held their breath.

Ning Kui returned the salute with clasped hands, gathered his energy in his chest, and then spoke again, his words like thunder: "I, Ning, have no sect or school, but I have created my own school, 'The Record of Heaven's Punishment of Evil,' which contains various techniques of fist fighting, weapons, and hidden weapons."

I, Ning, am willing to include in any method that can eliminate evil spirits.

Please, Master Zhou, take a look!

"Okay! Come on!"

Zhou Tiecang grabbed the collar and flung the robe away, revealing his muscular, steel-like body to everyone.

"kill!!"

He stomped his toes on the ground and slammed into Ning Kui like a cannonball. His right palm was spread open like a tiger's paw, with a high-speed flow of internal energy swirling between his five fingers, and he viciously and ruthlessly grabbed at Ning Kui's crown.

If this grab is firm, it could even rip off the top of the head.

A strong wind blew in his face, and Ning Kui narrowed his eyes slightly.

Fighting? Who's afraid of who?!

His "Heaven and Earth Record of Exterminating Evil" was compiled from the best of the various schools and sects of martial arts collected by the Zhenni Division, selecting the best of several martial arts, including fist and foot techniques, weapons, lightness skills, hidden weapons, and poisons.

It is formed by deriving the Yin energy point to the Great Perfection and then merging them together.

Despite his continuous killings and soaring Yin Qi points these past few days, he consumed a full ten thousand Yin Qi points just to create the "Heavenly Record of Exterminating Evil".

Ning Kui activated his Dragon Scale Immortal Robe, and streaks of crimson-gold dragon scales appeared beneath his skin. A layer of faint, ethereal blood and qi immortal robes swirled around his body.

Zhou Tiecang was unaware of the "Qi and Blood Condensing Immortal Robe" realm. He only watched Ning Kui arrogantly using his dragon scales to withstand his tiger claws, and a hint of contempt appeared on his lips.

Young people are just young people. Don't they know that when the internal energy is practiced to a high level, a light touch of the finger is enough to scrape iron and cut gold?

However, when his five fingers touched the Qi and Blood Immortal Robe, his expression changed drastically.

The soft yet incredibly resilient touch, and the strange feeling of constantly replenishing his strength no matter how his internal energy surged, were all completely unfamiliar to him.

He couldn't even break through Ning Kui's defense!

Zhou Tiecang's heart sank. Just as he was about to withdraw his fist and retreat, he saw Ning Kui's five fingers turn into claws and claw upwards along his forearm, his target being his face.

Judging from the sharpness of the energy in his five fingers, it has a bit of the domineering and fierceness of a tiger pouncing on its prey.

"Such pure Tiger Fist intent, he actually knows Tiger Fist?!"