Meng Family Village, atop a flat, open bluestone square.
A Dragon Form Qi wrapped around a human figure, whistling and darting about as it radiated furnace-like heat into the surroundings.
Divine Dragon Tail Sweep, Flying Dragon in the Sky, Dragon Rises, Clouds Gather... At times, the Dragon Form Qi lashed out with its tail, striking the void and producing explosive bursts of air; at times, it soared into the sky, circling and roaming with nimble vigor; at times, it stirred its qi into wind, gathered clouds and spread rain, agitating the weather within a small area...
To one side, Lü Yue, Cao Zhan, and Zhou Hu stood shoulder to shoulder, dressed in fitted martial attire of different colors.
Their eyes were wide as they watched the Dragon Form Qi at the center of the square, utterly entranced, feeling only that it was exquisitely marvelous.
At the same time, clear and ethereal voices periodically rang by their ears, threading their way into their hearing like fine strands. Every word contained supreme mental formulas and hidden boundless wisdom, stirring the qi throughout their bodies. Clearly, all three had gained much.
Only after the final move had been demonstrated did Meng Zhao drift down like willow catkins in the wind. His toes touched the ground without a sound, utterly different from the tyrannical, fierce, godlike aura he had displayed moments before.
Between motion and stillness, he had already grasped the true essence of hardness and softness in martial arts.
"These twelve forms of Azure Dragon Force were created by integrating what I have learned and extracting portions of martial arts' essence. After cultivating them, not only will your strength and physique improve, making your qi and blood abundant and your meridians unobstructed.
"You may also accumulate a strand of Azure Dragon Force, which