Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

[Jiang Liu's Four-Bend Breathing Technique triggered an inspiration within his bloodline, causing him to move instantly and gain a clearer sense of the movement of qi and blood within his body. His mastery of the "Wind Rising and Gathering Strength" technique reached the minor completion stage.]

It was already late.

Apart from the old disciples who have completely pledged allegiance to the martial arts school, most of the others in the school have left.

Zhang Qingshan thought for a moment and realized that today was not a good opportunity to ask for advice.

the next day.

Zhang Qingshan found his senior sister and asked her about the matter of "stealing the secrets of heaven".

The eldest sister was taken aback.

"Stealing Heavenly Secrets, you came up with that name? It's quite interesting!"

I thought about it again.

"This method might be somewhat useful, but not very useful, and the disadvantages outweigh the advantages. After all, martial arts training is a real tempering of the physical body, and it cannot be achieved overnight after enlightenment. Just like your current breathing technique, while mastering the breathing technique, you also need to circulate and temper your blood and qi, and refine and condense your dark energy. To maintain this state, you must be completely immersed in your mind and be in real danger. If you are not careful, there will be huge hidden dangers."

"Hehe, unless you can multitask, but if you really can, it's not particularly dangerous, and there's no secret to steal."

Zhang Qingshan understood somewhat.

Only one possesses the spirit of martial arts, which has great emotional fluctuations and a strong sense of immersion. Whether one kills someone or faces imminent death, it can stimulate the spirit, thereby increasing its efficiency.

There's no need to explain this to the senior sister.

Then she asked the senior sister about the former senior brother's affairs yesterday, and why the other party tried to win her over.

The eldest sister gave a wry smile:

"It's certain that this person has ulterior motives and a sinister mind. I can sense that his inner self is no longer the original Long Baifeng. That so-called essence of flesh and blood affects the flesh and blood and changes the spirit. In short, this person can never be trusted."

"Although I don't know what he's up to, it's best to stay away from him. As long as you're still in the martial arts school and your master is still alive, he won't dare to make a move. Everyone's smart; they're all afraid of being the vanguard for the king, afraid of their master being destroyed along with them."

Zhang Qingshan nodded, thanked his senior sister, and prepared to leave.

"By the way, you should keep what I said in mind. I'm not trying to slander him, but he helps that foreigner control this Holy Blood Hospital in the inner city. They claim to be able to do blood transfusions, organ transplants, and even hand and foot reattachments. Their methods are strange and bizarre. That Holy Blood Hospital is also known as the Blood Room. You should have heard of it, right? It's a place of demons and monsters, not a place of good."

Zhang Qingshan felt a chill run down his spine.

Blood chamber? That's a very familiar name.

Many people at the bottom level are using it to scare and warn each other, mentioning it as if it were some kind of ghostly abyss that devours flesh and blood.

For example, the mill mentioned by the laborers of the Qingshui Gang was said to be supplying blood to the blood bank.

Unexpectedly, the senior disciple of Qinghe Martial Arts School has sided with foreigners and is in charge of this matter.

If Zhang Qingshan had just transmigrated, upon hearing his senior sister's words, he might have wondered if uneducated people had some kind of misunderstanding about modern medicine.

Unable to understand surgical procedures such as blood transfusions and transplants, they slander others as evil and heretical.

But Zhang Qingshan doesn't think that way now. The martial artists in this world are not ignorant, and the common people are actually quite receptive to new things. The Holy Blood Hospital is regarded as a tiger, and those mills that trade in people are definitely not simple.

The imperial gazettes I saw in the library also proved that the foreigners in this world were not simple.

Listen to people's advice to eat a full meal.

After returning to the outer courtyard, he taught several new disciples stance training and then practiced as well.

Unfortunately, yesterday's stimulation caused my cultivation speed to slow down after I achieved a minor success in the Qi Condensation Technique.

Judging from the speed of progress, it will take at least three to five days, or even ten days to half a month, to achieve full completion.

Of course, Zhang Qingshan also knew that this speed was already an exaggeration compared to the fact that others would take three to five years to advance a level.

Focus on your cultivation.

The next two or three days.

While instructing his disciple, he discovered that the young prodigy Wang Zhi had become inconsistent in his efforts over the past few days.

He didn't show up at the martial arts gym one day, and on the other two days, he either appeared in the afternoon or left early in the afternoon.

Moreover, the other party's clothes and appearance were obviously more upscale, and he couldn't hide his smugness and happiness. He was no longer as obsequious to the other disciples of aristocratic families as before.

And the smug look in his eyes as he secretly watched himself, which he thought was a secret, was actually seen through by Zhang Qingshan.

I have a certain suspicion in my mind, but it's not important.

Time continues.

One day, two days.

Wang Zhi hasn't come these past two days. Although Zhang Qingshan's breathing technique is improving, he hasn't yet reached a high level of mastery.

The body's internal energy and blood are being circulated through breathing techniques. The energy is still being refined, and hidden power is emerging. The power of this hidden power is increasing, but it has not yet been completely condensed into an invisible force.

Day three.

in the afternoon.

[Jiang Liu's Four-Bend Breathing Technique suddenly jolted, as if he had grasped a certain key. The wind rose, the wind rose, the wind rose. Dark power is inherently a gentle undercurrent, yet it is also a strong undercurrent. By injecting and harmonizing it with the intention of a gentle breeze, that dark power was blown out, entwined, and condensed into strands of stronger, finer, softer, and stronger power...]

Jiang Liu laughed heartily, realizing the meaning of the Four-Bend Breathing Technique. Instantly, his Four-Bend Breathing Technique reached its peak.

Zhang Qingshan felt as if he had broken through some kind of illusion surrounding his mental and physical strength.

A sudden clarity of mind followed, and the energy and power of the body moved accordingly.

With a thought, the hidden power that was about to erupt suddenly condensed into a more subtle force. After looking around and finding no one paying attention, he bent down and slapped the ground.

I could only hear a faint hissing sound. Looking at the ground, I saw a small, honeycomb-like hole that went straight down into the ground, at least three to five inches deep.

This is the subtlety of a martial artist's seventh-level strength. Its strength is incredibly solid, even more silent and invisible than dark force, and has a greater tearing and piercing effect. Even if someone is wearing a thick, well-kneaded cowhide, their body will still be pierced through.

In addition to these, there are naturally other changes.

For example, the physical enhancement brought about by each level upgrade.

When he tried to apply the characteristics of his strength, his blood and qi surged within his body, and his power increased by at least several hundred pounds.

They went to the kitchen and had the kitchen helpers bring them food, which quenched their thirst and hunger.

Zhang Qingshan was in a good mood. From the time he successfully imbued the spirit to today, only seven days had passed. Others hadn't even mastered the most basic stance training in seven days, but he had already advanced to the next level.

How can one not be joyful?

However, it wasn't enough. Thinking of how terrifying Long Baifeng was that day, even if he had leveled up a little, it wouldn't make any difference in the other party's eyes. He could just stand there and let him hit him, and he wouldn't be able to hurt the other party in the slightest.

not enough!

A sense of security is far from enough!

With that thought in mind, he adjusted his emotions and went to the training ground to continue his training.

At this moment, Zhang Qingshan noticed that Wang Zhi, who had been missing for two days, had reappeared.

Another surprise was that the other person's current state was completely different from usual.

It has a sophisticated, foreign feel to it.

He was wearing a black suit, a top hat, and shiny black leather shoes that looked like mirrors.

He was also holding a walking stick in his hand, and deliberately showing off the gleaming silver watch on his wrist.

His head was still slightly tilted back.

If it weren't for the signs of hardship on his face and the rough, dark skin on his face and hands, he would really look like a sophisticated young master who has returned from studying abroad.

At this moment, he looked smug, and when he spoke to those young masters and ladies, he exuded a certain dignified and composed air.

Perhaps his lack of his usual enthusiasm made some people uncomfortable, and a few showed anger on their faces, but they held back when they saw his clothes.

"Ah, only these past few days have I realized what kind of heavenly life Young Master Zhou and Young Master Jiang are living. The inner city is indeed prosperous and advanced, making people linger. The lights don't even need kerosene or candles..."

"Hehe, Junior Brother Wang, judging from your appearance, you've had a great opportunity. What is our Qinghe City's inner city compared to that? I've heard that Shenghai City is the real prosperity, and its inner city is truly a paradise on earth."

"That's great! I, Wang, will definitely go and see it for myself sometime. My senior brother said that he would take me there to broaden my horizons when he has time, and he would also introduce me to some important people. I will definitely come back and have more exchanges with you, Senior Brother Zhou."

Zhou Xishui and Jiang Yuanjian exchanged a glance, their smiles forced. "Sure, sure."

Qin Jun, standing nearby, asked curiously, "Junior Brother Wang, it seems our former senior brother truly values ​​you. But aren't you afraid the martial arts school will hold you accountable?"

"Blame me? People strive for higher positions and water flows downhill. Besides, I'm a young man myself, so I naturally agree more with Senior Brother's inclusive and magnanimous martial arts philosophy."

Speaking of it.

Wang Zhi looked around and his eyes lit up when he saw Zhang Qingshan.

He walked over with a smug, Westernized air, raising an eyebrow.

"Senior Brother Zhang, I've come today to tell you that I, Wang Zhi, am withdrawing from the martial arts school. You go your own way, and I'll go mine!"