Immortality begins with exchanging talent attributes.

Chapter 72 Martial Arts Master (Seeking First Subscription!)

Standing in the center of the practice room.

Zhou Yan took a deep breath and assumed the stance for the Tiger-Taming Fist.

One punch.

A strong wind howled.

With his current strength, every punch he throws carries an extremely strong sense of pressure.

The air in the room was constantly exploding from the punches.

His figure moved nimbly and agilely in the training room, his fists opening and closing with the ferocity of a tiger pouncing.

Once, twice, three times.

The style of the Tiger-Taming Fist is inherently powerful and direct.

With Zhou Yan's current physique and strength, the fight went more and more smoothly.

Many areas where the effort was not smooth enough in the past were forcibly straightened out through repeated practice.

I don't know how much time passed.

The sky outside the window is gradually turning white.

Zhou Yan unleashed his final punch, the force of which struck the wall, causing dust to fall in a flurry.

He slowly closed his fist.

  

His chest rose and fell slightly.

The next moment, the panel appeared.

[Fuhu Fist (Dacheng)]

[Acquired entry: Master of Martial Arts (Green)]

[Master of Hands and Feet: You wield any style of fist or kick with impressive skill. Speed ​​and power increase in training intermediate and lower-level hand and foot martial arts.]

The Tiger-Taming Fist was finally perfected.

And this time they even gave it a green entry!

He had a suspicion in his mind.

Previously, the Body Tempering Technique and the Collarbone Grappling Hand were only inferior martial arts. Even if they were mastered to perfection, they would only produce white attributes.

However, the Tiger-Taming Fist is, after all, a mid-level martial art.

In addition, his strength and physique are now far superior to before, which is why he was able to condense the green entry.

It seems that the martial arts grade, the level of cultivation, and one's own foundation will all affect the final condensed attribute.

He nodded in satisfaction.

His gaze quickly fell on the entry's description.

How to improve the speed and power of intermediate and lower-level fist and foot martial arts training?

Previous entries didn't have such detailed explanations.

With a thought, he looked at the other entries.

[The power of nine oxen and two tigers: Greatly enhances physical strength, significantly increasing the speed and power of practicing physical martial arts.]

[Copper Skin and Iron Bones: Enhances physical defense and increases the speed of practicing intermediate and lower-level external martial arts.]

[Aura of Many Transformations: Can conceal one's aura and alter parts of one's body shape; requires personal control.]

[Quick Blade: Your blade strikes are very fast. Increases the speed and power of sword techniques below intermediate level.]

Looking at the descriptions of these newly appeared terms, Zhou Yan seemed to be deep in thought.

The information on the panel has become more detailed.

It's as if the panel itself is gradually changing as his cultivation level increases.

At first, there were no prompts at all.

He had to guess everything himself.

But now, it provides more and more information, and it's becoming clearer and clearer.

This is naturally a good thing for him.

Zhou Yan pondered for a moment, then assumed a boxing stance once more.

This time, he deliberately tried to feel the changes brought about by the "master of martial arts".

He raised his fist again and performed the Tiger-Taming Fist.

After this round of boxing, Zhou Yan could clearly feel the difference.

His boxing technique became smoother, and many of his previous minor mistakes seemed to have been magnified, making them immediately noticeable to him.

One practice session is almost equivalent to three or four previous practice sessions.

Zhou Yan slowly withdrew his fist, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

if it is like this.

Then he can indeed practice more martial arts techniques involving fists and feet.

Even if I don't need it myself, I can give it to Zhu Asan or exchange it for other entries.

Having made up his mind, he planned to go to the Xuanyiwei armory tomorrow to see if there were any suitable martial arts techniques.

Zhou Yan, who had practiced martial arts all night, did not feel tired at all.

Uncle Zheng and Aunt Zhu went to the kitchen early to prepare breakfast.

Zhu Asan also woke up and was playing with Zhu Zhu in the backyard.

After a quick wash and some breakfast, Zhou Yan went out with Zhu Asan.

The two arrived at the outer city government office.

The gatekeeper had clearly received instructions from Lu Mingyu.

After hearing Zhu Asan give his name, they immediately led him inside.

Zhu Asan followed the constable inside, and when he reached the door, he couldn't help but look back one last time.

Zhou Yan stood outside the yamen and nodded to him.

Zhu Asan grinned, then took a deep breath and followed the constable into the yamen.

Watching his figure disappear into the yamen, Zhou Yan turned around and walked towards the inner city.

Zhu Asan's arrangements are complete.

Next, it's his own business.

When Zhou Yan arrived at the Xuanyiwei yamen, he saw a familiar figure standing outside the gate from afar.

He was a clean-cut, young monk with delicate features.

His monk's robes were so clean they looked like they had just been washed, making him stand out conspicuously outside the bustling Xuanyiwei yamen.

The blue-green light appeared in his eyes, reminding Zhou Yan of the young monk he had met on the day he first arrived in the prefectural city.

Just like when he saw Zhou Yan that day, the monk, though his back was to him, seemed to sense something.

He turned his head and looked over.

He smiled, clasped his hands together, and gave a slight bow.

"Benefactor, we meet again."

The monk spoke slowly, his voice very magnetic.

Zhou Yan looked around and, seeing that there was no one else beside him, realized that the other person was talking to him.

Zhou Yan nodded in return, then asked in confusion, "Does the master know me?"

The monk first shook his head, then nodded and said, "I don't know you, but I saw you once in the city before. It's fate that we meet again today."

As he spoke, he clasped his hands together and bowed once more.

"The young monk pursues the light.

Pursuing enlightenment? Pursuing fame?

Don't monks all preach detachment from worldly desires? How come there's someone here who chases fame and fortune?

Although he felt somewhat bewildered, the other party spoke very politely, so Zhou Yan clasped his hands in return and said, "I am Zhou Yan from the Black-Clad Guard. May I ask what brings Master Zhuming to the Black-Clad Guard?"

"This humble monk has come to challenge Lu Qingshuang, the Hundred-Household Commander of the Cold Shadow Sword, who ranks thirty-seventh on the Human Ranking."

Monk Zhuming spoke in a gentle tone, but his words were very direct.

Zhou Yan raised an eyebrow, nodded, and said nothing.

It really is a "chasing name" thing, but daring to challenge Lu Qingshuang means that he must be a master who has been cultivated since the beginning of his life, and he might even have a name on the ranking list.

Once the next rankings come out, I'll have to buy a copy and check it out to learn more about these young talents.

Zhou Yan did not ask any further questions, but simply clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Then I will not disturb you any longer, Master."

Zhu Ming nodded slightly.

Zhou Yan entered the yamen amidst the greetings from the guards in black uniforms.

He went to the duty room to check in first.

After clocking in, he went straight to Lu Qingshuang's office.

I knocked on the door from the outside, but there was no response from inside; they probably hadn't arrived yet.

Zhou Yan was about to go check out the armory when he saw Lu Qingshuang walking over as soon as he stepped out of the courtyard.

She was still dressed in black, with a sword hanging at her waist, and her expression was aloof.

Upon seeing Zhou Yan, Lu Qingshuang said calmly, "Perfect timing, come with me."

Zhou Yan followed Lu Qingshuang into the house.

After closing the door, he said, "Sister Lu, that monk outside named Zhu Ming—"

Lu Qingshuang glanced at him and said, "What? You know him?"

"I don't know him. I saw him on the street the day I came to the prefectural city."

Zhou Yan shook his head in reply.

"Vajrapani Zhuming of Lunzhuan Temple, ranked fortieth on the list of people, came to Jiande to challenge me."

Lu Qingshuang said calmly.

Vajrapani!

Ranked fortyth on the list of people!

No wonder he came to challenge Lu Qingshuang.

"Do monks value their reputation this much?"

Zhou Yan asked doubtfully.

"The three chief disciples of Lunzhuan Temple are obsessed with fame, profit, and life. This is also their way of cultivating themselves. You will naturally understand this after you break through in your martial arts."

Lu Qingshuang explained.

Lu Qingshuang didn't say much about Zhu Ming, but simply said, "Alright, let him wait outside the door."

She looked at Zhou Yan.

"Your merits have been transferred, and your new job has been arranged. Go find Li Kun later and have him introduce you to him."

Zhou Yan smiled and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Sister Lu."

Lu Qingshuang waved her hand.

"Go if you have nothing else to do."

"Okay."

Zhou Yan stood up, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and turned to leave the courtyard.

As soon as they stepped out of Lu Qingshuang's office, they saw Li Kun loitering not far away.

"Brother Li."

Upon hearing the sound, Li Kun jogged over, cupped his hands, and said with a smile, "Greetings, Commandant Zhou."

"Don't give me that."

Zhou Yan smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"There's no need to be so polite between us."

Li Kun's smile faded, and his expression became more serious.

"You can call me whatever you want in private, but in the yamen, rules are rules. You are a captain now, and I am your subordinate. You can't mess up how you address me."

Zhou Yan glanced at him and, seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, also stopped smiling.

"it is good."

Li Kun then smiled again.

"Come on, I'll take you to meet people."

Li Kun led Zhou Yan to a small courtyard next to the martial arts training ground.

There are many such courtyards near the training ground, which are usually used by the various Black-Clad Guard squads for meetings and personnel allocation.

At this moment, five guards in black robes were talking in hushed tones in the courtyard.

A guard in black robes with an unusually long chin whispered, "I heard that this Captain Zhou is not very old."

Another guard in black said, "It's not big, but you didn't see it. Yesterday, Captain Zhou almost killed Lu Jia with a single strike."

"That's incredible? Damn it, why did I go on a mission yesterday?"

Another guard in black robes was somewhat annoyed.

"That's a real pity. Yesterday, Commander Lu and Commander Wang—"

Before he could finish speaking, someone next to him coughed lightly.

"Stop talking, someone's coming."

Upon hearing this, the group immediately lined up.

After Zhou Yan and Li Kun entered the courtyard, the five of them clasped their hands in a salute.

"Greetings, Captain Zhou!"

The voices weren't particularly synchronized, but they carried a certain solemnity.

Seeing the several black-clad guards bowing before him, Zhou Yan was overjoyed.

He nodded, his expression unchanged, and said, "No need for formalities."

Upon hearing this, the group stood up and stood at attention.

He glanced at the group, and five white lights appeared.

Zhou Yan nodded. These were all martial arts-related terms. Not bad, the Xuan Yi Guards were indeed full of talent.

Just as he was about to say a few words, a thunderous voice resounded throughout the entire Xuanyiwei yamen.

"Commander Lu, why don't you come out and greet us!"