Boulder Martial Hall In the stands, Shi Chongshan's face looked a little ugly.
The same was true for several of the inner court disciples sitting beside him, especially Zhou Man, who was staring at the black figure on the stage with the hatred in his eyes almost overflowing.
"Master, that's Wind-Chasing Steps, that's right."
A tall and thin young man with a sinister face came close to Shi Chongshan's ear and lowered his voice and said,
"Although it is somewhat integrated with his own footwork, the core footwork is definitely Wind-Chasing Steps, and... at least it is at the Major Accomplishment level."
This young man is Li Kunlun, Shi Chongshan's direct disciple.
Shi Chongshan did not reply, but narrowed his eyes slightly.
Of course he recognizes Wind-Chasing Steps.
This footwork is not widely spread in Qingshan County.
But it just so happened that Boulder Martial Hall had a set of martial arts. He had spent thousands of taels of silver to acquire this martial arts.
So when Jiang Fa's performance gradually attracted his attention, he had already recognized it.
"What exactly is going on with this Jiang Fa?" Shi Chongshan asked with a frown.
Li Kunlun thought for a while and told him everything he learned, "This person is a disciple of the Zhao Clan Martial Hall. He was born in a poor family. He has been unknown before. If it weren't for the Qingshan Martial Arts Association, no one would care at all."
"Zhao Clan Martial Hall? Then where did he learn Wind-Chasing Steps?"
Shi Chongshan's tone was a bit colder,
"Although this footwork is not a secret that is not passed down, in the entire Qingshan County except for my Boulder Martial Hall lineage, there are only a few mutilated manuscripts that can be seen occasionally in the black market, let alone When it comes to training to the Major Accomplishment level, this person is young and comes from a poor family. Where did he get the complete secrets? Where did he get the time to train Wind-Chasing Steps to Major Accomplishment?"
Li Kunlun was silent for a moment, then suddenly remembered something and his expression changed slightly.
"Master, last autumn, two outer disciples in the hall went to Black Wind Ridge to hunt animals and were killed near Ghost Gate Gully..."
Shi Chongshan narrowed his eyes slightly. "I have some impression of this as a teacher, but what does it have to do with this person?"
"One of those two disciples is called Zhao Qin and the other is Qian An. They both have the cultivation level of Middle Stage of Ming Jin. They are usually inconspicuous in the gym. The disciple remembers that... among the exercises that Zhao Qin learned, there seems to be the martial arts of Wind-Chasing Steps."
Shi Chongshan tapped his fingers lightly on his knees.
"You mean, this Jiang Fa is related to the death of Zhao Qin and Qian An?"
Li Kunlun did not rush to a conclusion, but said slowly, "My disciple just feels that it is impossible for a technique like Wind-Chasing Steps to fall into the hands of a country boy for no reason. Zhao Qin and Qian An died in Black Wind Ridge, and now Wind-Chasing Steps appears in this boy. It is too much of a coincidence."
After saying that, there was a trace of confusion on his face. "But if it is really what this kid did, in just one year, could he have trained Wind-Chasing Steps to Major Accomplishment?"
This obviously doesn't make sense.
Wind-Chasing Steps Entry is not difficult, but if you want to truly reach Minor Achievement, it will take an ordinary warrior at least one or two years, let alone Major Accomplishment?
Naturally, Shi Chongshan knew his doubts.
This is also the reason why he dare not assert directly.
After a while, he slowly stood up, walked to the front of the stands, and looked down at the No. 6 ring below.
Jiang Fa has stepped off the ring and is surrounded by the Zhao Clan Martial Hall's disciples.
Shi Chongshan looked at the young figure with a gloomy expression on his face.
"Coincidence? There are not so many coincidences in this world."
He turned to look at Li Kunlun: "Whether this matter is related to him or not, since he has a trace of suspicion, it is bad luck for him. Kunlun, if you can meet him in the ring later, don't hold back, teach him a lesson. I would rather kill the mistake than let him go. Not everyone can touch me, Boulder Martial Hall."
The corners of Li Kunlun's mouth raised slightly, revealing a cold smile, "Disciple understands."
He didn't have the slightest fondness for that person, and the disciples in the hall were defeated by him one after another, almost making Boulder Martial Hall the laughingstock of the whole city.
He had long wanted to collect this debt personally.
"But Master,"
Li Kunlun suddenly lowered his voice,
"It would be too cheap to just teach him a lesson. According to my disciple, he should be allowed to keep his life in the ring."
Shi Chongshan's eyes flickered.
He was silent for a moment and said slowly, "In the martial arts competition, life and death don't matter. If you accidentally beat him to death, Zhao Zhong will take care of himself."
Li Kunlun smiled.
He looked at the black figure under the stage, his eyes as cold as daggers.
On the fifth stage,
Qin Xuan is dressed in white, spotless.
His opponent is called Helanshan, a little-known Rogue Cultivator.
This man came out of a slum alley in Xicheng. He was wearing a patched gray short-brown suit, his hair was tied back in a mess, and his hands were wrapped with two white-washed ties.
But his fist surprised everyone.
Helanshan won two rounds in a row. In the first round, he defeated the enemy with three punches. In the second round, he smashed his sword with five punches and knocked a Middle An Jin sword-wielding warrior off the ring with his weapons.
After the news spread, those in the stands who had not taken him seriously at first stopped their contempt.
Zhao Zhong warned Qin Xuan before entering the venue.
"This person's boxing is purer than most of Qingshan County's boxing techniques. It is a rare whetstone for you."
Qin Xuan will be kept in mind silently.
At this moment, the two of them looked at each other through the air.
Helanshan has a thin face, protruding cheekbones, and a pair of eyes sunken deep into the eye sockets. The whole figure looks like a hard rock that has been exposed to wind and sun for decades, quiet and silent.
"Zhao Clan Martial Hall, Qin Xuan."
Qin Xuan reported his name according to the regulations.
"Helan Mountain." Helan Mountain faintly spat out three words.
The moment the referee flag fell, Helan Mountain moved.
His thin figure was much faster than Qin Xuan expected. He crossed a distance of three feet in two or three steps. His fists, packed with invisible energy, hit Qin Xuan's lower abdomen from bottom to top.
This punch was simple and unpretentious, even a little ugly, like the most common heart-piercing punch used by gangsters in the city.
But Qin Xuan's eyes were frozen.
"Quick, ruthless and accurate."
These words flashed through his mind instantly.
He Lanshan's punch was extremely tricky, and there was no sound at all when he punched. However, the An Jin hidden under the fist was as thick as a mountain. It was the state after all the power was gathered to the extreme.
A layman watches the excitement, an expert watches the door.
In the stands, Lie Changkong could see the secret behind this punch at a glance.
"Return to nature, this Helan Mountain... the boxing skills are not simple."
He touched his chin, turned his head and smiled at Zhao Zhong, "Brother Zhao, as a direct disciple, I am afraid you will meet your opponent today."
Zhao Zhong smiled slightly, not caring at all. "Keep watching."
Lie Changkong raised his eyebrows.
He knows Zhao Zhong very well.
If he wasn't completely sure, he would never be so calm.