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After more than an hour,

Night - Su Family Martial Arts School

"How about it, Senior Brother? Not bad at internal and external techniques, right?"

Su Ming led Zhao Zheng on a tour of his Su Family Martial Arts School, then asked with a smile. Zhao Zheng frowned slightly and replied.

"Senior Brother Su, listen to Junior Brother Zhao's advice, don't try to create a new Maoshan. It's not a good idea, the higher-ups won't approve."

Also, I choose the big head.

Because he knew the gang rules best!

"..."

Su Ming's smile vanished instantly. He rolled his eyes and looked at Zhao Zheng speechlessly.

"You're the one who started the new Maoshan sect. I'm just teaching according to the layout of our Maoshan sect's three palaces and six halls."

The so-called "three inner and six outer" is actually just a teaching plan he copied from the three palaces and six halls of Maoshan, which he adapted to suit individual students.

How could his Su Family Martial Arts School only have one inner courtyard and one outer courtyard, besides the inner courtyard where Zhao Zheng was located and the nearby outer courtyard?

The martial arts school also has two inner courtyards and two outer courtyards that teach different martial arts techniques, in order to select promising students that Su Ming thinks are suitable to take as disciples.

"Are good prospects really that hard to find?"

Zhao Zheng asked in confusion, and Su Ming nodded and then shook his head as he led the way, explaining without turning back, "Good talents are easy to find, but good talents suitable to be apprentices are not!"

Given his status as a martial artist and as a teacher at Xinmin Martial Arts School, he could easily find a way to recruit students.

He believed that the line of people wanting to become his apprentices could stretch from the west side of the city to the east, and there was certainly no shortage of promising talents among them.

But a promising talent doesn't necessarily mean they're suitable to be an apprentice!

He's seen way too many ingrates!

After thinking it over, Su Ming sighed inwardly, looked at Zhao Zheng who nodded, and took out two secret manuals from his pocket and handed them over.

"Give."

"Thank you, senior brother!"

Zhao Zheng clasped his hands in gratitude and took the two books, one titled "Treading the Waves Without a Trace" (a book on lightness skills) and the other "Following the Current" (a book on movement techniques), and began to read them.

Su Ming, who led Zhao Zheng to the courtyard with its tightly closed gate, greeted him with a strangely enthusiastic smile.

"No need for formalities, we're practically family... Alright, go on your way, your junior disciples have been waiting for a long time!"

"..."

Your smile is weird, you know that?

Zhao Zheng glanced at Su Ming, flipping through the two unfinished cultivation manuals in his hand, and walked into the courtyard gate that Su Ming had pushed open.

When Zhao Zheng looked up, the first thing he saw were three martial artists who had cultivated their Qi and Blood, and nine quasi-martial artists who were almost able to cultivate their Qi and Blood, all staring at him menacingly.

Turning back, Su Ming slammed the heavy courtyard gate shut with a mischievous grin, saying, "Junior brother, don't forget our agreement. You're not allowed to use those strange moves, after all, this is to increase your combat experience!"

"..."

Well, this person is really petty!

Zhao Zheng mentally scoffed and nodded, putting away the two cultivation manuals he had thoroughly memorized, and looked at the group of his junior disciples in front of him.

Oh, and there are two nieces of my master!

"Uncle-Master, please forgive me!" ×12

The twelve people spoke at the same time. It was unclear what Su Ming had said beforehand, but they immediately used their movement techniques, lightness skills, fist techniques, and palm techniques to rush towards Zhao Zheng.

Hearing the sounds from inside the courtyard, Su Ming thought to himself that there was going to be a good show, and with a smile on his face, he flashed to the roof.

Just as he was preparing to see how his junior brother would suffer a narrow defeat, Su Ming looked into the courtyard and saw Zhao Zheng swiftly evade the attacks of his twelve disciples, as if he were a seagull skimming the waves and leaping off the water.

A bunch of useless trash!

Su Ming's face fell, and he was shocked by Zhao Zheng's talent in martial arts. He had actually reached the entry level of the lightness skill of "walking on waves without leaving a trace" in such a short time.

"Hmm? This is...?"

Su Ming was stunned. He looked at Zhao Zheng, whose every move revealed the idea of ​​"using external forces as the main strategy, while still having some reserves."

He fell silent, for he realized that Zhao Zheng had successfully mastered the "Lightness Skill: Treading Waves Without Leaving a Trace" to a minor level.

In just a few seconds, he had reached the minor mastery level, and upon closer inspection, he discovered that it was not just that.

Zhao Zheng not only mastered the Lightness Skill of Treading Waves Without Leaving a Trace to a minor level, but he also mastered the Movement Technique of Following the Waves to a minor level.

Seeing Zhao Zheng's every move executed with "using leverage to dodge and cutting in with the momentum," Su Ming couldn't help but curse loudly.

"Damn it, a bunch of blind fools! Didn't you see your martial uncle was using you as practice moves? And you stupidly went up one by one! Didn't any of you realize that your martial uncle's lightness skill and movement techniques had already reached the minor completion stage?!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the twelve people below all changed. They were shocked by Zhao Zheng's extraordinary talent and quickly changed their moves.

The group stopped fighting one-on-one and began to take on Zhao Zheng one by one. Zhao Zheng glanced at the guy on the roof whose mind was no bigger than a pinhead, and then moved his feet!

As the enemy's fist approaches, slightly turn your body.

It's not about avoiding the enemy's attack, but rather about using their strength against them!

Zhao Zheng dodged to the side, and taking advantage of the moment when the three junior disciples in front of him had exhausted their attacks and were about to exhale their old energy, he clenched his right fist and swung it.

Thud! Thud! Thud—

With each punch, a man was sent flying. Twelve minus three left nine. Regardless of the expressions of the remaining nine, Zhao Zheng moved his feet, seemingly making a mistake, and rushed into the attack range of his nine junior disciples.

Just as the nine people were overjoyed and rushed to attack, Su Ming's face darkened again, and he thought to himself, "Fool!"

The thought had just been uttered!

Thud! Thud! Thud—

After receiving eight consecutive punches from Zhao Zheng, whose moves revealed the essence of "no channel, no river, all flowing into one stream" from the mastery of the "Following the Current" realm, Su Ming's face turned completely black!

But... it's not a big problem!

He also has an eighth-grade disciple among the twelve. Don't misunderstand, although he hasn't found any suitable candidates to be his disciples, it doesn't mean he doesn't have any disciples!

After all, he's already middle-aged!

Inside the courtyard below.

The only remaining person, or rather, Su Ming's disciple, Lü Ran, an eighth-grade early-stage martial artist, looked at Zhao Zheng with a wary expression.

He glanced at his fellow disciples lying motionless on the ground, then looked at Zhao Zhengdao with admiration: "Uncle-Master's martial arts talent is truly exceptional, but nephew-in-law, you'd better get serious from now on!"

He admired Zhao Zheng mainly because he could see that Zhao Zheng had been suppressing his strength, fighting against the twelve of them with only the strength of a quasi-martial artist.

No, it shouldn't be called a grappling match.

It should be said that... we should look for an opportunity to strike decisively!

His moves were clean, swift, and ruthless. If his master, Su Ming, hadn't explicitly stated that Zhao Zheng had only been practicing martial arts for a few days, he would have begun to suspect that his master was deliberately playing a trick on them.

"However, a single strike is enough to kill... It seems this martial uncle should be an assassin!" Lu Ran pondered.

"Don't be shy, come on!"

Zhao Zheng assumed the stance of the Surging Wave Fist and said, "I apologize, Uncle-Master!" Lü Ran nodded emphatically, then suddenly shouted, "Excuse me!"

His voice was like a lion's roar, though not as powerful as Charles's, but even an ordinary person would be stunned if suddenly roared like that.

Zhao Zheng... felt nothing at all; he just looked at Lü Ran, who suddenly accelerated and rushed towards him, with a slightly strange expression in his eyes.

Looking into Zhao Zheng's eyes, Lü Ran felt a surge of joy and thought to himself that he was in control. He raised his right fist and used one of the killing moves of the Surging Wave Fist, the Abyss Slam, to strike Zhao Zheng's chest.

"Sinking Abyss" is a move that targets a calm, waveless sea, but three zhang below, an undercurrent has already wrapped around the drowning person's ankles.

This move does not require a fist stance, does not require accumulating strength, does not reveal any killing intent, and does not even require clenching a fist, but the palm, fingers, wrist, and elbow are all weapons.

It emphasizes a moment of close contact, where the force is like a deep-sea cold current, penetrating downwards and inwards, reaching the place where there is no escape.

Just as Lü Ran saw that Zhao Zheng hadn't put up any defense or parry, and thought to himself that he was even more secure, his fist arrived.

bang——

With a muffled thud, Lü Ran's eyes widened, staring in horror at Zhao Zheng, whose skin flashed with a bronze hue.

Ignoring the pain in his fist, he stared wide-eyed at Zhao Zheng: "You...you're not a Taoist priest, are you?!"

Why would a Taoist priest like you practice external martial arts?

Moreover, he was practicing the Thirteen Protectors Horizontal Training, which was derived from the Taoist Golden Body Skill. Thinking of this, Lü Ran subconsciously looked at the roof and saw his master, Su Ming, who had tricked him, but unfortunately he didn't see anyone.

"Nephew, your punches aren't very powerful!"

Zhao Zheng smiled and spoke, sensing the fluctuations of the other party's blood and qi as an eighth-grade martial artist, and roughly understood the other party's identity.

"Uncle-Master, it wasn't the force of my punch..."

Before Lü Ran could finish speaking, his left hand transformed into a palm and struck Zhao Zheng's chin. However, the fist, the size of a sandbag, arrived in front of his face even though it was launched later.

The fist came at him without any force or killing intent. Knowing that this was the killing move of the Surging Wave Fist, Lü Ran was terrified and subconsciously retreated.

Before he could retreat, he found that his right fist, which was halfway back, was grabbed by a large hand that felt like an iron clamp!

Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang—

Adhering to the belief that if you can't beat the old, you can't beat the young... oops, adhering to the belief that only by getting serious can you improve your combat experience, Zhao Zheng put all his strength into sparring with this nephew who was suspected to be his own master.

A few minutes later.

Su Ming pushed open the door expressionlessly. When he saw his disciple's face swollen like a pig's head, his face immediately turned ashen as he looked at Zhao Zheng.

He didn't mean anything by it.

I just feel like this thing is targeting him!

Coincidentally, Zhao Zheng thought the same thing. In addition, he must mention that he felt his senior brother was really petty!

"You're so narrow-minded!" ×2

"Pah!" ×2

They both cursed inwardly at the same time...