Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

"No." Zhou Chen's mind raced, and he suddenly remembered that Li Xiong was a disciple of the Tieshi Martial Arts School in Xingde County.

During his last trip to Xingde County, he learned about most of the martial arts schools in the county in order to choose a martial arts school.

This Tieshi Martial Arts School is one of the three major martial arts schools in Xingde County.

It is said that martial artists who have reached the Body Tempering Realm can only be listed as outer disciples. They must complete the Bone Tempering Realm and pass a competition to become inner disciples.

The martial arts instructors were all highly skilled in the Inner Strength Realm, possessing iron bodies that made them the best defenders in their respective realms.

If Li Xiongruo is a disciple of the Iron Stone Martial Arts School, he must have practiced its renowned Iron Armor Skill.

Once this skill is mastered, almost no one in the Body Tempering Realm can break through the cultivator's defenses, thus making them virtually invincible.

"We'll go into the city tomorrow and visit the Dali Forging Workshop again."

Having broken through the bone-forging breakthrough, Zhou Chen's strength had increased to a staggering 570 jin.

Compared to when I bought the Dragonblood Bow, my physical attributes have almost doubled, allowing me to use even stronger bows and arrows much sooner.

The next morning, Zhou Chen dispersed the Zhenyue Stake, his eyes shining brightly, and he was full of energy.

Throughout the night, while practicing standing meditation, he continuously used his internal visualization abilities to enhance his understanding of the muscles and tendons throughout his body.

They repeatedly observed the muscle changes during punches, kicks, and other movements, and made subtle adjustments.

Overnight, Zhou Chen's punching speed and power increased by half a percent compared to before.

"The Zhenyue Stance is good, but it is only a method to improve physical strength. It does not involve how to exert force or attack."

Zhou Chen's eyes flickered slightly, his resolve growing stronger. After resolving Li Xiong's matter and ensuring the safety of Uncle Sun's family, he would immediately choose a martial arts school to learn martial arts.

With a creak, he ran outside carrying the nearly broken Dragonblood Bow on his back.

Once outside the village, he displayed his full strength at the Bone Forging Realm without reservation; each step he took covered a full ten feet.

In no time at all, they were on the official road.

Among them, Zhou Chen passed by the place where he had previously ambushed and killed the Black Wind Stronghold bandits.

The pit there had been filled in, and the bodies of more than ten bandits and horses had disappeared, leaving only clumps of black bloodstains in the mud.

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Heifeng Mountain, Xingde County.

A fortified village, enclosed by a fence and backed by numerous arrow towers, is located here.

The road in front of the village gate was incredibly wide, wide enough for four horse-drawn carriages to travel side by side, yet there was no sign of human habitation or birds in the surrounding area.

This is because this place is home to the infamous Black Wind Stronghold, which is notorious throughout Xingde County.

At this moment, in the main hall of the village, a burly, bald man stood up from a large chair draped in a tiger skin and shouted, "Damn it! Who dared to kill my men? Are they some kind of old man who's eaten poison and has a death wish?"

This man was none other than Xiong Tu, the third leader of Black Wind Stronghold. Even in a place like Black Wind Stronghold, where vicious people gathered, he was the most ruthless.

In a flash, he rushed in front of the kneeling, trembling henchman below and lifted him up.

"Have you found any clues?"

"Third...Third Master, the men are collecting the bodies. Most of them have arrow wounds, only Captain Feng and Scarface have dagger marks." The henchman's feet were dangling in the air, and he instinctively struggled.

"Two people?" Xiong Tu casually shook off his henchmen and turned to look at the other two people sitting high in the hall.

"Eldest brother, second brother, the villages closest to where Feng Biao and the others were killed are Gouya Village, Cangsong Village, and Dashi Village."

"There's only one person in these three villages, surnamed Li, who's at the Bone Forging Realm. He's an outer disciple of the Iron Stone Martial Arts School and never opposes us." He strode to the weapon rack inside the hall and drew a long sword.

"It must have been done by people from Fanlang Village."

A young man leaning against a tiger-skin chair slowly stood up, glanced at the big man, and said, "Third brother, I know that Xiong Yi is from your clan, and we have a good relationship. You're anxious because he's dead."

The man was handsome, with a tall and straight figure. He wore a well-fitting brocade robe that exuded a sense of nobility, but had no trace of the air of a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the martial arts world) people.

No one would mistake him for Li Qing, the handsome young man at the top of Xingde County's wanted list, at first glance.

Upon hearing this, the bald, burly man paused, about to explain, but saw Li Qing raise his hand to stop him, so he could only swallow his words.

"Brother, so many brothers have died, someone has to give an explanation." The speaker had a sinister face; he was Gao Yi, the second-in-command of Black Wind Stronghold.

Li Qing's gaze was deep as he pondered, "Among those two, there should be one who is an expert archer and the other who uses a dagger."

"Send someone to the nearby villages to check if any skilled archers have emerged recently."

"As for the brothers who died, their compensation will be tripled, and those with children can enter the village's martial arts hall to learn martial arts, with full provisions for their training."

"Yes." Gao Yi stood up, clasped his hands in greeting, and walked out the door.

Although Black Wind Stronghold was a notorious bandit stronghold, it had a strict and complete internal system, and already resembled a military camp.

The second-in-command, Gao Yi, was in charge of the compensation for the casualties among his brothers and the selection of personnel for the Military Academy.

Seeing Gao Yi leave, Xiong Tu looked at Li Qing, who had sat back in the tiger-skin chair and closed his eyes to rest, but hesitated to speak.

Li Qing slightly lifted his eyelids and glanced at Xiong Tu. "Send someone to investigate. This matter has nothing to do with Fanlang Village. Don't provoke them in the future."

Upon hearing this, Xiong Tu could only stop talking, bow, and retreat.

If he continues to ramble on and angers his elder brother, even though he has already cultivated to the level of Refining the Dirty, he will still suffer a severe beating.

"In at most six months, I can master the Guizang Sutra. At that time, as long as I open the acupoints and enter the Enlightenment stage, even the Li family will be under my control." Li Qing's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his eyelids drooped and closed. A mysterious aura emanated from his body, as if he wanted to take in everything around him.

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Standing in front of the Dali Forging Workshop, Zhou Chen touched the four taels and six qian of silver he had left in his pocket and walked inside.

"What would you like, sir? From swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks to hoes, shovels, and kitchen utensils, our shop has it all." A waiter approached as a customer entered.

"Take a look at the bow and arrows," Zhou Chen said succinctly.

When the shopkeeper heard that Zhou Chen wanted to buy a bow and arrow, he grinned.

Among the many weapons, apart from those made to order, bows and arrows are the most complicated to manufacture, as both the bow and the bowstring require time to produce, and naturally, they are the most profitable.

He skillfully led Zhou Chen to the bow rack inside the workshop, then looked at Zhou Chen's figure and clothing, and introduced the Huangzhe bow, saying, "Sir, this is a five-stone strong bow. Judging from your physique, you should be able to draw it."

"Too light." Zhou Chen shook his head and walked forward until he reached the bow rack where the Dragon Blood Bow was placed.

"Sir, this is a ten-stone bow. To draw it, you'll need at least the strength to train your muscles." The waiter's enthusiasm for introducing the bow suddenly waned when he saw Zhou Chen's gaze linger on it.

I thought he was a novice hunter from some nearby village, but it turns out he's just a greenhorn.

Aside from his own young master, he had never seen anyone so young who could draw a bow with a draw weight of ten stones.

Zhou Chen nodded, continued looking, and raised his hand to grasp a jet-black bow.

How much force can this bow withstand?