"Flying Swallow Step?"
On the mountain valley road, Li Chengfeng raised his brows involuntarily as he looked at the manual he had retrieved with an outstretched hand. "This is the movement art manual Xu Jiang carried on him?"
Movement art!
At the thought, Li Chengfeng could not help recalling the martial artists he had seen in novels and television dramas in his previous life—soaring high and low, roaming across treetops and bamboo groves. His heart skipped a beat, and his eyes brightened slightly.
On the other side, Zhao Lie had also gathered himself from his shock and walked over in delight.
When a person was excessively exhausted, they would not feel much emotion. Only after recovering somewhat would they have the mood and strength to feel joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.
During the battle, Zhao Lie had had no time to react at all. When the fight had just ended, he had been injured by Xu Jiang's heavy saber and lacked the strength to react.
But now, as the Spring-Returning Elixir healed his wounds and his condition stabilized, he finally had the energy to look back on the battle.
And upon looking back, Zhao Lie's shock at Li Chengfeng today had been refreshed wave after wave.
First there were those arrows that could turn corners without losing any power, then that formidable strength capable of clashing head-on with a True Qi Realm expert. It had simply shattered his understanding again and again.
Now that he saw Li Chengfeng pick up such a manual, he could not help suppressing the shock rising within him. He stepped forward, his expression full of astonishment.
"This Xu Jiang was originally a notorious underworld expert in the nearby county town. His methods were vicious; any merchant caravan that fell prey to his raids suffered grievous