An Instant Obedient Granddisciple

Seeing the expressions on the two Martial Ancestors' faces, Zhang Xiaohu's heart skipped a beat. This is bad. Something must have gone wrong somewhere!

Sure enough, Liu Qingyang sneered. "Xiaohu, my granddisciple, it is not that I underestimate your martial arts. Back when you entered the Misty Sect, I even drank your apprenticeship wine. How many years have you trained in martial arts? Yet you actually dared to boast that you struck your Martial Uncle Shi's acupoints. Do you know what martial art your Martial Uncle practices?"

Well then, now he remembered attending someone else's banquet.

Sure enough, Zhang Xiaohu knew there was a problem. Back then, Xiaohua said Shi Niu's sinews and bones had been tempered far beyond those of ordinary experts. He must cultivate a different technique. What... what should I do now?

Li Jian also looked doubtful. "Your Martial Uncle Shi cultivates the external martial art Iron Shirt. Though his weak point was broken and all his joints were crushed, his acupoints have been tempered for several decades. To tell the truth, without ten or twenty years of internal energy cultivation, let alone striking acupoints, even..."

As for even what, Li Jian could not think of a suitable comparison. He merely wanted to explain to Zhang Xiaohu how difficult acupoint striking was, but at this point, he could not continue.

Just as Zhang Xiaohu was about to speak, a cry like the ringing of a great golden bell came from inside. "Ouch! The pain is killing me!"

"This is bad." The moment Zhang Xiaohu heard it, he knew the acupoints he had struck had indeed been ineffective. Without even greeting the two Martial Ancestors, he turned and leaped into the grass hut with qinggong. By the time Li Jian pushed Liu Qingyang into the hut, he saw