Zhang Rongfang said no more and prepared to walk past the man and leave.
Unexpectedly, after he had only taken a few steps, a long stick suddenly appeared in front of him.
The long stick was incredibly black, with its tip polished into an octagonal shape. If it were to strike a person, it would definitely break bones and rot flesh.
The Eight-Edged Staff whistled through the air, bringing with it a powerful gust of wind, and slammed into his chest.
Zhang Rongfang leaned back, watching the stick glide past the tip of his nose.
Suddenly, the long stick changed direction and pressed down.
Bang!
The stick hit the ground, splashing up mud.
Zhang Rongfang stepped forward and moved away from below.
He tapped the ground with both hands, using his body to propel himself forward and close the distance.
Dao Derivation, from the Flame Emperor Talisman, used his palm as a blade to slash heavily at the opponent's right arm that was holding the staff.
The palm strike was delivered from below, at a concealed and tricky angle, and was unleashed with the explosive power of the Flame Emperor Talisman.
Zhang Rongfang was now certain that as long as the opponent was Sixth Grade, their reaction speed would be impossible to withstand.
In other words, this move is enough to instantly kill everyone Sixth Grade.
Boom!!
To his surprise, the palm strike was blocked heavily by the side of the long staff.
Zhang Rongfang felt a slight pain in his palm, switched hands, clenched his fist, and unleashed a powerful attack using the Flame Emperor Talisman technique with lightning speed.
In close combat, one wielded a stick while the other was empty-handed, their figures shifting rapidly under the cover of night as they clashed.
With each exchange of blows, Zhang Rongfang clearly felt that his strength was actually inferior to his opponent's.
Although he was slightly weaker, he was much faster than his opponent.
The fists, palms, and staffs flashed between the two, moving so fast that they were almost invisible to the average person.
Neither of them had any weaknesses in their moves, and their strength and speed were roughly equal. For a time, they were evenly matched.
The more Zhang Rongfang fought, the more familiar it felt.
The opponent's figure gradually became visible as the fight progressed.
A vague guess slowly appeared in his mind.
"Who are you.!?"
"That's enough for today." Suddenly, the opponent split his long staff in two, increasing his speed in an instant, and struck Zhang Rongfang's arms with heavy force.
Bang!
The two separated and stopped after taking more than ten steps back.
"There are at least three people stronger than me in Tanyang's group. You'd better watch yourself." After saying this, the figure turned and quickly left.
Zhang Rongfang didn't chase after them, but instead touched the outside of his arms, where he had just been hit.
At this moment, a dull pain gradually spread from both spots, indicating that the skin and flesh had been injured.
Just now, the opponent suddenly split his long staff into two and unleashed a burst of attacks, most likely using Breaking Limit Skill.
He was caught off guard and suffered only minor injuries.
But this is also related to the fact that the other party had no intention of killing.
When a person harbors murderous intent, they will act without mercy, ruthlessly and decisively, always aiming for vital points.
They are also more likely to be viewed with suspicion.
But the other party did not.
Even after injuring him, they didn't press their advantage; they simply stopped short of finishing him off.
The warning message is clearly stronger than the warning itself.
Zhang Rongfang guessed that the person just now was actually slightly stronger than Annuowa of the Black Ten Sect.
In a head-on confrontation, he couldn't beat any of them.
More importantly, this person's Annuowa's.
When did Tanyang suddenly have so many experts? "Three?" Zhang Rongfang stopped thinking about it and quickly headed back into the city.
He had already roughly guessed who the person was.
In the entire Tanyang City, there aren't many people who, at his current level, can still hold their own against him.
The fact that the other party is now issuing a warning is actually a disguised form of reminder.
Back home.
Zhang Rongfang changed his clothes and rinsed his body with water.
After handing over the Scripture Silk this time, he planned to completely withdraw from public life and stop caring about anything.
Focus on improving yourself first.
After learning that there were experts above the Ninth Grade, and the shock brought by that strange Statue.
Zhang Rongfang was originally quite satisfied with his abilities, but now his mindset has changed.
Above the Ninth Grade is the Super Grade, a level that only those with exceptional talent can reach.
On the Super Grade, there's even a Grandmaster level, so it seems he still has a long way to go.
Now that the Scripture Silk have been handed over, it's time for me to return to my normal life.
After washing up, Zhang Rongfang sat cross-legged in the center of the room.
Close your eyes.
The Attribute Panel reappeared.
Seeing that his Attribute Points had increased to two, he didn't hesitate and added them all to the Guanxu Skill.
Hiss. He seemed to hear the faint sound of breath flowing in his ear.
A large amount of Warm Current, in a net-like pattern, appeared out of nowhere in his internal organs and began to rapidly penetrate them.
At the same time, a massive amount of memories and insights from his Guanxu Skill rapidly entered Zhang Rongfang's consciousness.
The Greater Celestial Circuit accelerates its cycle, absorbing all the Warm Current and transforming it into tiny, subtle substances.
These subtle substances accumulate and gradually sink down, condensing and combining in the dantian.
As time passed, slowly, a special Inner Core, about the size of a fingernail and composed of a liquid mass, appeared within Zhang Rongfang.
The Inner Core felt almost imperceptible.
He opened his eyes and reached out to press and touch, but he couldn't feel anything.
However, if you close your eyes and carefully perceive, you can clearly sense the existence of the Inner Core.
With the Inner Core as the core, all the body's qi and blood first go to the Inner Core and gather there, and then disperse from there to spread throughout the whole body.
It was as if that place had become the body's second heart.
With the successful formation of the Core Formation, Zhang Rongfang clearly felt that his spirit and body had undergone special changes.
It's like having a good night's sleep and then stretching and relaxing your body first thing in the morning.
At this moment, he felt completely clear and open, without any blockages or stagnation.
Then, I glanced at the Attribute Panel and saw that the Life Attribute had changed again.
Regardless of the upper or lower limit, they all became one number: 30.
Is thirty truly the watershed moment marking the Core Formation Realm?
"That's not right." Zhang Rongfang clearly remembered that back in Qinghe Temple, the pure Wen Xiu Zhang Chunxi, the Old Palace Master Zhang, did not practice martial arts and his lifespan was a maximum of 27.
'It's also possible that the increase in Life Attribute at each stage of this Civilian Skill realm is proportional.'
Finding that the Core Formation Realm brought no improvement other than a better mental state, Zhang Rongfang finally gave up all hope of cultivating immortality.
He had originally thought that he might be able to develop some special supernatural abilities through his Civilian Skill.
As it turns out, after breaking through to the Core Formation Realm, he got up and began practicing the Soul Fixing Talisman again.
This time it was completely smooth and without any stinging sensation.
"Indeed, cultivating both literary and martial arts is the true way to break through limits. It's a pity that ordinary people can't do what I can."
For ordinary people, practicing martial arts alone already consumes all their energy and time, let alone Civilian Skill.
Many Civilian Skill cultivation techniques are slower than martial arts techniques.
In addition, many people only start practicing after they turn thirty when their blood and energy decline, which is already too late.
'Moreover, one must cultivate to at least the Core Formation Realm before breaking through the threshold of the First Grade. No, I also took the Golden Seal Pill before. Only by combining the two can I break through this innate upper limit.'
If it were an ordinary person, they would probably need to reach a higher realm to break through the upper limit. By then, a pure Wen Xiu would likely be in their fifties or sixties.
After practicing the Soul Fixing Talisman several times, I no longer felt any stinging sensation.
Zhang Rongfang finally confirmed that he had indeed broken through his innate limits and raised his physical bottleneck to the Ninth Grade.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Next, we'll break through the Soul Fixing Talisman and reach the Ninth Grade!
In addition, he suddenly remembered the symbols on the Scripture Silk.
He stood up, walked to his dresser, and took out a small, locked box from the bottom drawer.
Upon opening the box, a scroll of copied white silk Scripture Silk lay quietly inside.
The Scripture Silk were so important, and that he had only just obtained them yet, but that the news had already spread, was strangely obvious.
So he immediately copied the Scripture Silk down and made a backup copy.
Then be prepared at all times to discard and hand over the original Scripture Silk.
Gazing at the Scripture Silk before him, Zhang Rongfang recalled the three talented individuals who had mastered the Locked Script, as he had previously seen in the intelligence reports.
'Looks like I need to find an opportunity to learn this kind of Locked Script.'
He planned to find one of the three men and completely master the Locked Script.
For unforeseen circumstances.
*** Deep Forest.
Xiong Wuye staggered and ran wildly through the woods.
His clothes had been reduced to strips of cloth, torn apart by passing bushes and thorns.
He even rolled down a slope once during the process.
He was bruised and battered from the impact.
Even so, there were still people chasing him.
"Why... why can someone find me no matter where I hide?!"
He felt increasingly desperate.
He touched the small Statue he was holding tightly in his arms, completely bewildered.
He was heading towards Tanyang City the whole way.
He belongs to the Golden Wing Tower, and his only hope now is to seek the protection of Tanyang's Golden Wing Tower!
Hearing that Tanyang's newly appointed Lord White Eagle was highly skilled and ruthless, he figured that as long as he handed over the Statue and explained the situation, he could definitely survive. He had already sent Bamboo Tube Letter to Tanyang's contact. Soon, very soon, their contact should be arriving.
"Just wait. As long as I survive, I, Xiong Wuye, swear I will definitely, absolutely, take revenge!!"
Recalling his teacher's dying cry, Xiong Wuye felt a surge of new strength within him.
His almost depleted strength seemed to have been restored.
They quickened their pace and continued heading towards the contact point.
Before long, he finally saw a tall man wearing Steel Armguard in the woods.
The man wore Black Mask distinctive of the Golden Wing Tower, with a white vertical mark between his eyebrows, indicating that he was not an ordinary member.
"They've arrived! Is this the person Tanyang was supposed to meet?!" Xiong Wuye's eyes flashed with intense joy as he quickened his pace to approach.
"Exactly." The man turned around and looked at him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes behind the mask.
"What happened to you? How did you get like this?"
"I'm being chased! Quick! Take me to see Lord White Eagle! I have important notes and manuscripts to hand in!"
Xiong Wuye is a member of the Zheng Lou of the White Eagle Lineage, so he naturally requests to see White Eagle.
"Pursuit?? Where are the notes and manuscripts?" the man asked, frowning.
"It's on me! I carry it with me at all times!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an iron arm suddenly swung out, accompanied by a slight whooshing sound, and slammed heavily into Xiong Wuye's chest.
Click.
The sound of bones breaking could be heard.
Xiong Wuye was thrown more than a meter backward by the impact and fell to the ground.
He lay on his back, convulsing, spitting out mouthfuls of blood, his eyes fixed on the tall man approaching with a puzzled look.
"Sorry, if you have someone to blame, blame yourself for not listening to your teacher back then."
The man bent down and searched the man's body, finding Statue and Notebook.
"You're a spy for the Secret Teaching too?!" Xiong Wuye struggled, his hands flailing futilely at the ground. Pain and hatred flashed in his eyes.
The man did not reply.
Beams of clear light pierced through the Woodland, falling on him and illuminating his face.
That face was none other than Zhao Tianming, one of the Three Generals under Zhang Rongfang of the Golden Wing Tower!
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