Zhou Mu demonstrated all his martial arts in the courtyard, leaving Wu Dayi and the others deeply moved.
"See? Those are techniques meant specifically for killing!" Luo Yunji said to the senior brothers from Big Bamboo Peak after watching.
"They have no spiritual energy, so they can only train their force. Their use of it is crude and rudimentary, but those techniques are far more formidable than ours," Luo Yunji said as he ate.
"But even so, we wouldn't let them get close to us!" Fifth Senior Brother offered a different opinion. He still wasn't willing to admit that his cultivation techniques were inferior to the martial arts of ordinary people.
"I never said those techniques could beat our cultivation arts. I mean, if we learned them, wouldn't we be able to defeat our opponents with ease under the same conditions?" Luo Yunji said smugly.
The others were all a little tempted.
"But this force! It doesn't look easy to cultivate," Sixth Senior Brother said, thinking of the most fundamental problem they were facing.
Wu Dayi stopped Sixth Senior Brother. "Xiaofan, go spar with Xiao Zhou."
Zhou Mu turned to look at Zhang Xiaofan. He wouldn't underestimate him just because Zhang Xiaofan was only thirteen.
"Please, instruct me!" Zhou Mu clasped his hands and bowed to Zhang Xiaofan, who had walked up to him.
Zhang Xiaofan imitated Zhou Mu and returned the bow. "Please, instruct me!"
Zhou Mu wielded a saber, while Zhang Xiaofan held the Fire Poker.
At first, Zhou Mu thought Zhang Xiaofan was looking down on him. But after hearing its introduction, he learned that the ugly-looking stick was an immortal's magical treasure, and began examining it warily.
But it really was ugly!
Zhang Xiaofan had never formally fought anyone before.
On the mountain, he'd only ever