From the fusion of Tongbei Quan to the Longevity Martial Saint

Fang Qing's actions immediately attracted the attention of Li Laolai and the people behind him.

But he seemed oblivious to the stares around him, slowly bending down to pick up the spiral-shaped seashell he had just kicked out of the mud.

Seeing Fang Qing's actions, a young boy behind Li Laolai, emboldened, spoke up:

"Hey kid, you're holding that seashell. The snail meat inside is ours."

"Put it down right now!"

Fang Qing, however, seemed not to have heard the person on the other end of the line.

He gently pried the seashell open.

The plump snail meat inside was immediately revealed.

Fang Qing used his hand to pry off a piece of snail meat and put it directly into his mouth to chew.

As he did this, a golden interface appeared before him in the next moment:

[Premium shellfish meat, increases stamina by +0.5, absorption complete...]

Current stamina: 1...

[A crucible of martial arts, fusing all the laws of the world...]

[Current integration progress: 99%...]

……

Yang Jiumei gave him a chicken egg, which, together with the snail meat he had just eaten, provided Fang Qing with just one point of energy.

If he uses even a fraction of his strength to perform the Tongbei Quan (a style of Chinese martial arts) once...

This will increase the overall integration rate to 100%.

He then officially became a member of the guild.

The number of skilled warriors employed in the entire saltworks was less than a handful.

Only by acquiring the necessary skills can one protect oneself!

With a gulp, Fang Qing swallowed the mouthful of fishy-smelling snail meat before looking up in Li Laolai's direction:

"So what you're saying is that whoever has the strongest fist can easily set the rules?"

When Li Laolai saw Fang Qing's appearance, his eyebrows immediately furrowed.

For some reason, he sensed that Fang Qing was different from the boy who had been standing behind Yang Zhi earlier.

It's not a difference in ability, but a difference in mentality.

If Fang Qing was merely hiding his sword on the hilt just now, it now seems as if he is gradually drawing his sword and revealing its sharpness!

"How can a person's temperament change so drastically?!"

However, considering that Fang Qing was just a helpless orphan, only a teenager, a young boy with no background whatsoever in this salt field.

Why should I fight him?

Thinking of this, Li Laolai felt no fear and immediately snorted coldly:

"Kid, is there even a question? In this world, might makes right."

"Let alone our saltworks, even our main saltworks merchants, clans, and families..."

"That means whoever has a high-level martial artist can occupy more resources."

Fang Qing nodded upon hearing this, her face remaining expressionless.

"In that case..."

"Today, our family will buy all the seafood in this tidal flat."

"Whether you agree or disagree, it doesn't matter."

"Let your fists do the talking!!!"

With a whoosh.

Fang Qing, like a gibbon with long arms, stretched out his arms and leaped forward.

His arms spun around, gradually turning into gray shadows.

A palm strike is like a heavy hammer blow, a swing of the arm is like breaking wood.

The left arm slowly rose, the muscles twisting like steel cables.

Suddenly, it sprang!

"Slap! Slap!"

The air felt like fabric being torn apart.

A series of crackling sounds!

As he continuously performed the Tongbei Quan (a style of Chinese martial arts) combined with the Salt-Handle Body Tempering Technique,

The next moment, the golden interface in Fang Qing's field of vision kept displaying the following prompts:

[Tongbei Divine Fist Body Tempering Technique:]

[Integration progress 99.5%...]

[Integration progress 99.7%...]

……

[Integration progress 100%...]

[The Body Tempering Technique of the Tongbei Divine Fist has been fully integrated...]

……

Fang Qing felt a warm current instantly fill his limbs and bones.

Most of the warmth flowed into his arms.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Fang Qing felt that his arms were noticeably thicker than usual.

Another portion of the warm current converges on his spine.

Tongbeiquan is also known as Tongbeiquan.

The key is to strike from a distance.

All the power is channeled through the spine in the back and finally converges and is transmitted to the shoulders.

Finally, all the power converged in both arms.

Then, power reaches your fingertips!

At the same time, Fang Qing also noticed that his stamina had been reset to zero again.

Without sufficient stamina, Fang Qing's continued use of the Tongbei Divine Fist Body Tempering Technique could very likely injure himself.

The situation is dire; we're caught in a bind.

Today he must make a decisive move to avoid being struck a hundred times.

……

At this moment, Yang Zhi was standing behind Fang Qing. He was stunned when he saw Fang Qing perform a set of punches.

The next moment, a look of hesitation flashed across his face.

He could vaguely see the shadow of the Salt Master style in the Tongbei Fist that Fang Qing had just performed.

But he had never seen anyone in the salt field like Fang Qing, who incorporated the salt-making techniques into his own philosophy, his hands like whips, cracking and snapping.

Yang Jiumei, holding a bamboo basket, was so shocked that her mouth could fit an egg, and she stood there dumbfounded.

It was exactly the hour of Mao (5-7 AM).

The sky was beginning to lighten with the first light of dawn.

On the distant horizon, the rising sun slowly ascends.

The banks of their tidal ditch were covered in a layer of gold.

Fang Qing's tall figure was the first to be bathed in golden light.

For a moment, Yang Jiu Mei was completely mesmerized...

……

On the other side, Li Laolai frowned deeply.

Behind him, his eldest son, Li Meng, lowered his voice and said:

"Father, what kind of martial art was Fang Qing using that was so powerful and impressive?"

"Why don't I understand?"

Because his sister has become Li Zhaotou's concubine, Li Meng has recently gained a lot of resources.

He even received guidance from Li Zhaotou on body tempering techniques.

He is only a hair's breadth away from truly entering the Rank 1 Body Tempering Realm.

He vaguely saw a familiar trace in Fang Qing's Tongbei Fist.

However, his level of cultivation was naturally insufficient to see more clearly.

Only Li Laolai fell into deep thought.

Li Laolai had already reached the Body Tempering Realm and was considered one of the most famous experts in the entire salt field.

The salt-making body tempering technique, to put it bluntly, is nothing more than a concern among rural families like the Fang family that these lower-level salt workers lack the strength to do the work.

A training method specifically developed for them to maximize their physical exertion.

This technique is based on squeezing the body's potential and damaging its foundation, stimulating the lower-level workers to increase their efficiency. It has serious side effects and is not very effective in actual combat.

This has led many ambitious salt workers to incorporate whatever unorthodox martial arts techniques they can collect into their salt-making skills.

He realized that Fang Qing had actually incorporated some kind of boxing technique into the Salt Handle Body Tempering Technique.

However, none of this matters.

Given Fang Qing's age, he didn't think he was qualified to challenge himself.

"Mengzi, go test its quality."

Li Laolai's son, Li Meng, chuckled to himself.

Now, with Li Zaotou's guidance, he is only a hair's breadth away from entering the ranks, and he is at the height of his ambition.

In Fang Qing's eyes, such fancy but ineffective martial arts skills were no match for Li Meng.

He's really talented.

"Father, make the arrangements. Do you want to kill Fang Qing or cripple him?"

A cold glint flashed in Li Laolai's eyes.

"Kill him outright, as a warning to others."

"I'm making this rule in effect today!"

Li Meng shouted:

"Okay!"

He leaped straight out...