"My heart..."
After descending Yuan He Mountain, Fang Xi used his movement technique and hurried toward Sanyuan City.
As he traveled, he continued pondering his previous battle with Linghu Shan.
No, calling it a battle was inaccurate. It had been more like one-sided abuse.
The strength of a True Gang Martial Saint was comprehensive. Linghu Shan had practically kept him pinned down, and even the externally released gang qi had been exceedingly sharp.
Several times, Fang Xi had nearly lost his temper and released a magical artifact to hack that old bastard to pieces!
The crucial point was that even after the fight, he was still completely baffled about how to condense true gang and break through to Martial Master.
After entering Sanyuan City, Fang Xi was just about to return to You Jian Martial Arts School.
Suddenly, his heart stirred. He found an unoccupied place, and when he emerged again, he had already withdrawn Fang Leng's disguise and restored Fang Xi's original appearance.
Somewhere in the outer city.
Outside a modest martial arts school, two rows of willows swayed in the breeze.
The school's signboard was remarkably new. It bore the four words "White Cloud Martial Arts School," with cloud patterns decorating its edges.
On the training grounds.
Zhang Mingding wore a resolute expression as he boiled poison in an iron pot, tempering his palms.
Through Fang Xi's introduction, he had entered White Cloud Martial Arts School under Mu Canglong's tutelage, becoming Mu Piaomiao's junior apprentice brother.
At present, he was painstakingly cultivating White Cloud Palm and had even reached the Dark Cloud stage!
He was only a hair's breadth away from the Black Cloud stage of a true-force Martial Artist.
"Good!"
Mu Canglong stood nearby, drinking tea from his beloved purple clay pot while nodding repeatedly. "Among