Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

"Enough!" Gao Tian's face turned cold when he saw Li Wuji's actions.

Before the surrounding disciples could react, Gao Tian had already grabbed Li Wuji's long staff, rendering him unable to move.

"Senior Brother Gao!" Li Wuji's face flushed red, and the veins on his arms bulged as he used all his strength.

But the long blue staff never moved from beginning to end.

"You're a young master in the Li family, but you're just an apprentice at the martial arts school," Gao Tian said coldly. "I don't care how others treat you; to me, rules are rules."

Li Wuji and Gao Tian locked eyes, and Li Wuji shivered.

He remained silent for a few breaths, then loosened his hands, his whole body slumping down like a deflated balloon.

"Senior Brother Gao, Senior Sister Yi, I'll be going now."

Gao Tian and Yi Lianxing did not stop him.

The Li family was powerful in Xingde County, but their Chiyan Martial Arts School came from the county seat. Although they had fallen on hard times, they were not made of clay.

Zhou Chen shook his head as he looked at Li Wuji, whose emotions were fluctuating between excitement and weakness.

It turns out that this young master from a wealthy family's politeness was all an act. If you really hurt him, his true colors will be revealed instantly.

Yi Lianxing walked up at some point, holding a six-and-a-half-foot-long crimson staff.

"You're learning pretty fast. Here's the crimson stick for you ahead of time."

Zhou Chen examined the six-and-a-half-foot-long crimson staff in front of him, which was exactly the same as Chen Yunpeng's, and was the standard equipment for the inner disciples of the sect.

"Senior Sister Yi gave Zhou Chen a crimson stick." The surrounding disciples immediately erupted in excitement.

Shen Tian squinted at the crimson stick, then stared intently at Zhou Chen.

"Take it." Gao Tian cleaned the broken stick and smiled when he saw that Zhou Chen had not yet taken the crimson stick. "With your talent, you will enter the inner sect sooner or later. The crimson stick is more durable."

Seeing that both of them said so, Zhou Chen did not pretend to refuse and immediately took the long stick from Yi Lianxing's hand.

He weighed the crimson stick in his hand, twirled it a few times with impressive skill, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Next up, Xiao Chi versus Cheng Jing."

The practical sparring session that morning continued until nearly noon.

After each pair of disciples finished sparring, the two would patiently point out each other's shortcomings, from which many disciples benefited greatly.

Some of the more talented ones even grasped the usage of techniques like Starfire Strike and Crimson Blaze on the spot.

After the sparring session ended, everyone dispersed and headed straight for the canteen.

This time, as Zhou Chen and Shi Feng walked along the road, most of the disciples greeted them politely, and those who were young and quick-witted even called him Brother Zhou.

Shi Feng listened with a sense of satisfaction, as if he, Shi Feng, was the one who had stolen the show at the training ground today, not Zhou Chen.

"Brother Zhou, your Starfire Thrust against Li Wuji today was incredibly powerful."

"You didn't see it, the female disciples' expressions changed immediately, and they looked at you as if they wanted to devour you."

Zhou Chen carried the lunchbox to the table. "You have good talent. With more practice, you can improve."

"Although Li Wuji's Crimson Flame Staff Technique has reached the basics, the various moves and their applications have all been taught to him by someone else, making it rigid, slow, and full of flaws. Defeating him is nothing."

Those who were on good terms with Li Wuji heard this and glanced over, but upon seeing that it was Zhou Chen, they avoided him.

Shi Feng listened with a sense of distress.

At first, Zhou Chen said he had good talent, and he was a little complacent, thinking that as long as he worked hard to cultivate, he would eventually surpass Brother Zhou.

However, ever since Zhou Chen mastered the Crimson Flame Staff Technique in a single day, every time Zhou Chen praised him, it was as if a powerful figure standing at the pinnacle of martial arts was encouraging a junior.

"I should take on more sparring jobs in the future, save up some money to buy some pills, and break through to the Skin Refinement stage first."

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[Crimson Flame Staff Technique Progress +1]

【Crimson Flame Staff Technique (Mastery, 8%)】

As the sun set, Zhou Chen drank the blood and qi soup he was given daily in one gulp.

In the blink of an eye, once the stomach and intestines warmed up, all the blood and energy in the soup had been absorbed.

After finishing his dinner, he sat in the dining hall and waited.

Shi Feng did not arrive until the cafeteria began to be cleaned.

He frowned, a sense of unease rising in his heart, but he could only suppress his thoughts and get up to walk towards the training ground.

As Chen Yunpeng entered the training ground, his crimson staff gleamed fiercely, its tip growing ever crimsoner. It seemed that his Crimson Flame Staff Technique would soon reach its pinnacle.

Just as Chen Yunpeng finished performing a set of staff techniques, he saw Zhou Chen walking over.

"Where's Shi Feng? You two are always inseparable."

Zhou Chen shook his head. "I don't know. I haven't seen him since lunch."

"Perhaps something came up at home that delayed him," Chen Yunpeng frowned, but didn't think much of it.

He looked at the crimson stick Zhou Chen was holding and said jokingly, "I heard you really stole the show today."

"Senior Sister Yi personally presented you with this crimson staff, which represents your status as an inner disciple."

The Chiyan Martial Arts School came here from the county town more than ten years ago. At that time, the school master Yi Yan only brought Gao Tian and Yi Lianxing with him, and he suppressed the local tyrant in Xingde County with the strength of a dragon.

For this reason, although Yi Lianxing was young, she was the senior sister of the later disciples.

"Senior Sister Yi just saw that I didn't have a suitable weapon."

Zhou Chen casually shook the staff and suddenly attacked Chen Yunpeng.

The cracking sound of the long sticks colliding echoed across the training ground for a long time.

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That night, not long after Zhou Chen returned to his house, a thick fog had already risen.

With a "whoosh".

A cyan Guan Dao, enveloped in a fierce wind, slashed horizontally across the waist.

Zhou Chen's hair stood on end. He suddenly activated his spiritual tracking ability, ducked low, and narrowly avoided the blade.

The cyan blade grazed past the hair bun, striking the stone pillar of the ancestral hall and shattering it into a large pile of rubble.

The tall, strange man missed his first attack, then with a flick of his wrist, the heavy guandao (a type of halberd) moved as if it were his own arm, changing the slash into a chop, and cleaved Zhou Chen's neck diagonally from top to bottom.

Its swift and fluid moves are completely at odds with its bulky appearance.

Seeing this, Zhou Chen knew he couldn't retreat any further.

If this strange man were to unleash his power with his Guan Dao, even if one had mastered the Crimson Flame Staff Technique, one would not gain any advantage.

He gritted his teeth, straightened up, gripped the staff with both hands, and blocked the Guan Dao upwards.

clang……

The long staff was bent by the downward force of the blue Guan Dao. Zhou Chen's body trembled, and most of the pressure he was under was transferred to his body through the Zhenyue Pillar.

The moment the bluestone bricks beneath his feet shattered, Zhou Chen felt a sweet taste in his throat and forced himself to swallow the surging blood and qi.

The next moment, Zhou Chen's arms bulged with veins as he exerted force once more.

The guan dao, which had been pressing down on the curved stick, suddenly rebounded, causing the plague monster to stumble.

Seeing the strange man's central door wide open, Zhou Chen did not retreat but instead stepped forward and rushed into the strange man's central door.

The strange man roared and reacted extremely quickly. While stabilizing himself, he used his large, fan-shaped hand with hook-like fingers, carrying a foul stench, to grab Zhou Chen's head.

Under Zhou Chen's spiritual tracking ability, the trajectory of the giant hand was clear.

"ha!"

Exhale and make a sound, Zhou Chen lowers his body, twists his waist, and spins around!

The rusty staff in his hand, neither gold nor iron, drew a crimson arc from bottom to top with the force of rotation.