I am Jinshan Youxia

He was about the same level as Bao Butong, Feng Bo'e, and Yun Zhonghe, but not as good as Yue Laosan, who was explicitly mentioned in the novel. He could be easily killed by Qiao Feng, who was in a bloodthirsty state at Juxianzhuang. He was a weakling and there was no point in bringing him back.

It's worth taking Tan Gong and Tan Po back with you. Although their martial arts skills aren't great, they have a knack for making medicine. In the novel, the wound medicine they made with Arctic Jade and Xuanbing Toad had effects that even Qiao Feng had never heard of before, so they have some unique skills.

After such a thorough selection, not many people wanted to take it with them.

Indeed, true masters are not commonplace; you have to go out and find them yourself.

Zhang Chengyi looked at Qiao Feng and said with a smile, "Brother Qiao, come with us."

Chapter 33: Do you understand what "different on set" means?

"If I go with you, could you please spare the others?"

Qiao Feng put forward his conditions.

Zhang Chengyi laughed and said, "I have no interest in any of your Beggars' Sect members. You can leave whenever you want."

“Only the Venerable Shenshan, Master Guanxin, Master Juexian, Master Tan Gong and Master Tan Po, Master Xuannan, and you are my targets.”

We are all... highly skilled in martial arts?

Qiao Feng quickly summarized the common points, but then felt something was wrong. Although Tan Gong and Tan Po's martial arts were good, to put it bluntly, they were far inferior to his, even far inferior to Shenshan Shangren and Master Xuannan. He was a little confused, but now was not the time to think about those things.

Ultimately, they are all martial artists; in the end, it's all about fists.

"If it weren't for this matter, I would really like to have a couple of drinks with you, brother."

He smiled; his greatest passion in life was wine.

"That's easy. I'll take you to Jiangnan later, and we'll have a good drink then." Zhang Chengyi happily agreed.

Everyone else would definitely take it back to Leigu Mountain, as carrying it around would be a burden, but it's different for Qiao Feng.

Even if you just take him around like a Pokémon, showing him off everywhere and boosting his fame, that would be fine.

Qiao Feng's smile became somewhat forced. He clasped his hands in a fist salute and said, "Forgive me." With that, he flashed forward and took the initiative to attack the other party.

Based on the speed of the opponent he had just observed, he worried that if he didn't make the first move, he wouldn't have a chance to act at all.

"Don't misunderstand." Zhang Chengyi held up one finger and said with a smile, "I probably only used a fraction of my strength just now." As he spoke, he slapped out with his other hand.

"Boom!"

[So fast! And such powerful internal energy...]

As thoughts flashed through Qiao Feng's mind, his entire body was thrown backward like a rag doll into the main hall by the irresistible airflow. After the back of his head made intimate contact with the Buddha statue, he lost consciousness.

Zhang Chengyi's attack was very simple, without any fancy techniques. He observed the direction of his opponent, opened his hand, gathered his true energy, and struck out with his palm. The compressed air crashed down, fast and leaving no room for escape.

He called this tactic "using a cannon to kill a mosquito."

With his internal energy maxed out, even without any techniques or skills, he is someone no one can touch.

When he uses his true energy and gets serious, others have the normal style of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils," but he has the style of "Fire Cloud Evil God and Tathagata Palm Ah Xing" from the ending of the movie "Kung Fu Hustle."

It's like a scene from a movie set being crossed over.

"Boom!" The main hall's door and wall were scraped, leaving a hole that looked like half a palm print.

Xuan Nan, who was observing from the side, put his hands together and couldn't help but mutter "Amitabha."

Aside from Qiao Feng, he was the strongest person present. Moreover, he came from Shaolin and his perspective was certainly not lacking. Yet, such incredible martial arts skills were still something he had never seen or heard of before.

Such a master, the younger generation in the temple said with certainty that not long ago he was an amateur who did not know any internal skills.

I have met the Buddha.

"Giddy up!" Wu Lingjun, who had just gone to catch the carriage, stopped outside the temple gate. Shi Qinglu, who was next to him, had already picked up the other unconscious targets one by one and stuffed them into the carriage. Xue Muhua was treating the disciple who had been hit by the Northern Darkness True Qi.

"Master Xuannan, please." Kang Guangling said politely.

"I'd rather obey than be disrespectful." Master Xuannan wisely refrained from resistance and voluntarily walked towards the carriage.

Zhang Chengyi took the wine gourd from his waist and took another sip, saying, "Master Xuqing, Master Huifang, please go back and tell Abbot Xuanci that I will pay a visit on the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Huifang clasped his hands together, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar man opposite him with a complicated expression, and bowed his head, saying, "This humble monk will certainly convey your message."

"By the way, please have Shaolin announce to the world that Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo are waiting for me at Shaolin."

Zhang Chengyi said with a mischievous smile, "At that time, I will take Qiao Feng and Murong Fu to see them."

"Yes." Huifang agreed at first, then frowned, feeling puzzled.

Su Xinghe carried the unconscious Qiao Feng out of the main hall, and Zhang Chengyi looked around.

With a look of fear and resentment in his eyes, Shan Zheng, leaning on a cane, was surrounded by a dozen disciples. The four elders and the disciples of the Righteousness Branch who had just come out of the back hall stood together. Quan Guanqing and Kang Min, who had been standing in the center at the beginning of the Heroes' Assembly, were nowhere to be seen. Those who were pretending to be dead or unconscious were secretly looking over.

"Da, da, da"

The sound of horses' hooves gradually receding into the distance could be clearly heard at the gate.

"Hey." Zhang Chengyi stepped lightly and floated to the top of the courtyard wall, then raised his hand and struck the large clock in the distance.

"Dong!" The bell, bearing a deep handprint, rose up, its melodious and resonant sound echoing throughout Gyeongbokgung Temple. He proclaimed in a clear voice, "This matter is settled. Farewell, everyone."

After saying that, he left gracefully.

What do the grudges and feuds of the martial world have to do with him? After finishing the Heroes' Gathering dungeon, showing off a lot, and having a great time mowing down enemies with hundreds of skilled players, it's time to get down to business.

Su Xinghe, along with his six disciples, carrying Qiao Feng, quickly gave chase.

Gyeongbokgung Temple remained completely silent.

"Alas," Elder Wu sighed, "the martial world is about to descend into chaos."

The other three elders remained silent.

The martial arts practitioners who had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead got up when they saw that the evil star had left, and silently checked on the condition of the others.

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"Well"

Qiao Feng's eyelids twitched, and he regained consciousness. Feeling the swaying beneath him, he opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Chengyi, who was sitting by the carriage window reading a book while watching the sunset. After getting up, he felt a tightness in his chest.

"Cough cough~" He coughed, circulated his internal energy to make it flow through his body, and slowly exhaled.

There was nothing seriously wrong. Just as he had guessed, the Jinshan Ranger acted with restraint and had no intention of killing him.

He felt something being thrown at him, caught it, and found it was a wine jug. His mouth immediately watered, and without any hesitation, he pulled out the stopper and gulped down half of it. After wiping his lips, he said, "Now I know why you arrested us, right?"

"Please work together to figure out how to take martial arts to the next level," Zhang Chengyi said, closing the book.

The golden sunlight streamed in through the window, and he, who had been acting wildly for a while, looked unusually quiet. Having studied for more than ten years in his previous life, he still retained some of the scholarly air about him.

"Going a step further?"

Qiao Feng repeated himself, then smiled helplessly, "With your strength, why would you need our help?"

"It can't be explained in a few words." Zhang Chengyi reached out and grabbed it. "Bear with it."

Qiao Feng was caught in a flash. Just as he was about to speak, he discovered that his more than twenty years of superb internal energy had vanished in the blink of an eye, and his expression changed drastically.

The Great Art of Dissolving Power?!

Having lost his power, his limbs went weak and his vision went black. He had no chance to resist and could only watch helplessly as the opponent's internal energy poured into his body like a surging river.

Transmission of skills?

Even though he had never received the transmission of skills, he had heard of it, so he was somewhat taken aback.

After a long while, Zhang Chengyi released his hand and exclaimed, "Not bad, among the people I have passed on my skills to, you are one of the most outstanding."

He was over eight hundred years old, almost the same size as Wuyazi.

Even one of the main characters in Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils could only accommodate a little over 800 points, so it seems that the true limit for humans in the Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils world is just over 800.

After all, his own internal organs can only hold about 870 points, and the rest is distributed throughout his meridians and acupoints, constantly dissipating outwards. It's a bit like Goku in Dragon Ball after his resurrection and Super Saiyan 3. No one else can do what he can to keep his data constant.

It's an interesting discovery.

Chapter 34: The Players' Bottom Line - Those Who Know, Know

"Why did you..."

Qiao Feng slowly opened his eyes, his expression very complicated. Having received the transmission of his skills, his internal strength was stronger than ever before. The unknown mental cultivation method was even more powerful, and its internal energy circulation was completely different from that of ordinary mental cultivation methods.

Why was so much power passed on to him? Why, after receiving so much power, did he still possess power so immense that the other could not see its limits? Does martial arts truly have limits?

Countless questions arose.

“I’m happy.” Zhang Chengyi gave a very much in line with his style, and then said, “You can think of my internal energy as inexhaustible, but its quantity is limited.”

"Limited by the body."

"Current martial arts techniques cannot break through this limit, so I want to find some people to help research martial arts and take the martial arts path to the next level."

Qiao Feng pondered for a moment and said, "Is that all?"

“That’s all,” Zhang Chengyi replied matter-of-factly.

Why couldn't they have discussed it properly and invited others? Why did they have to forcibly take people away like this? It's truly...

That's exactly the kind of thing he'd do.

Qiao Feng felt somewhat powerless. Despite having only known Zhang Chengyi for a short time, he truly felt how willful and capricious Zhang Chengyi was.

After thinking for a while, he said helplessly, "To be honest, I don't know where to start."

Taking martial arts to the next level sounds interesting, but he feels completely clueless. He has acquired all his skills out of thin air and hasn't even gotten used to them yet, but he's already being told to find a way to break through his limits.

"I have a rough idea," Zhang Chengyi said casually, "Could we try using true qi to temper the body?"

He didn't actually know much about martial arts; his ideas mostly came from the novels and movies he had read in his previous life.

That whole "body tempering" nonsense is just irresponsible wild speculation.

Using true qi to temper the body?

Qiao Feng frowned but began to think seriously, after all, this idea came from someone whose martial arts were far superior to his.

True Qi itself will affect the body. Practicing internal energy will strengthen the body. In addition to muscles, even hearing, smell, vision and reaction will be enhanced. This is because the meridians of the human body are distributed throughout the body. With continuous practice, true Qi flows to every part of the body. People who have mastered internal energy will naturally be strong and healthy and live longer.

Since ancient times, people have been thinking about how to increase and strengthen their internal energy. The idea of ​​actively consuming true qi to strengthen the body is indeed somewhat counterintuitive.