Kyushu Daoist Master

Pan Fang stood opposite Yang Ze, with a faint smile on his face, not daring to show any malice.

There were five or six disciples standing beside Pan Fang, all of whom were at the first-grade bone-hardening realm, and there was no second-grade blood-coagulation realm warrior. Although their eyes were a little hot when they looked at Yang Ze, no one showed hostility.

When he saw these disciples, Yang Ze recognized them at a glance. They were all those who were not very good in the strength test just now.

Yang Ze knew clearly what purpose these people had in coming to him at this time, so he was not in a hurry to speak, just looking at these people coldly.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little stiff, and seeing this, Pan Fang finally spoke first.

"Junior brother Yang Ze, my name is Pan Fang. I joined the war hall six years ago. These people are all my good friends, and they are all elites in the hall. Today, I saw that my junior brother showed his prowess in the test field. Several of us admired his prowess very much, so we want to treat him to a banquet. I wonder if my junior brother would do me the honor?"

Pan Fang said very politely and extended an invitation to Yang Ze.

Yang Ze glanced at Pan Fang and replied calmly: "Brother, I have something else to do, so I won't accompany you anymore. Goodbye!"

After saying that, Yang Ze didn't even look at these people, turned around and left, leaving only Pan Fang with an embarrassed face and the few people beside him who didn't look very good.

One of them said angrily: "Pan Fang, this kid is too arrogant. He is just an early stage of the Bone Tempering Realm. Even if he is stronger, what can he do? Does he really think he is someone important?"

"That's right, why should we be polite to such a person? We just want him to share some cultivation techniques, but he is so arrogant. He simply doesn't take us seriously." Another person echoed.

"If you don't take us seriously, what can you do? Don't forget the rules of the martial arts academy, which prohibit disciples from fighting privately. Do you dare to violate the rules? If not, you'd better hold your anger.

Since he won't say it, let's just forget about it. We'll think about how to improve our strength. Our strength is not the lowest, so there's no need to be so serious about this matter."

Pan Fang said helplessly, and then he left first. The remaining few people saw Pan Fang leaving, looked at the direction where Yang Ze left with hatred, glared at him and left.

Yang Ze walked back in the direction of return, looked back, and found that no one followed him. He snorted coldly, thinking that these people were sensible and didn't use tough means. Otherwise, he would let these people see whether he, a disciple in the early stage of the bone tempering realm, was so easy to bully.

Not in a hurry to go back, Yang Ze changed direction halfway, went to get his monthly disciple benefits, and then turned back.

He expected that after this strength test, his reputation would definitely be spread, and his current cultivation was too low. Once he appeared, he would be approached by some people with ulterior motives.

So he planned to practice in seclusion for the next period of time and come out after the storm was over.

This time he had to prepare sufficient resources to impact a higher level of cultivation, including the newly acquired martial arts, which also needed to be practiced, otherwise he would feel too insecure in this battle hall.

After returning, Yang Ze opened the protection of the small courtyard and refused everyone to come to the door. Then he took a bath, changed clothes, adjusted his state, and had a good sleep. The next day, he went into the training room and began a long period of seclusion.

In front of him was a medicine bottle, and all the pills in his body were placed here. Without any hesitation, Yang Ze's mind moved the black stone, and a gray vortex emerged.

Picking up a pill, Yang Ze flicked it out with a finger, and the pill fell into the gray vortex, instantly decomposed, turned into pure energy, and injected into Yang Ze's body.

Yang Ze felt the increase of the true essence in his Dantian until it stopped, then he picked up the next pill and continued to use the gray vortex to transform it into energy and inject it into his body.

After a month, all the bottles in front of Yang Ze had turned into nothing, and all the pills inside were used up.

At this time, Yang Ze closed his eyes tightly, and he was following the formula of Hunyuan Piaomiao Qigong to circulate the true essence and temper the lower limb bones.

After a month, he swallowed so many pills, and at this moment, the lower limb bones he had tempered were no longer sixteen.

Instead, it doubled and reached the realm of thirty-two. These thirty-two lower limb bones that had been tempered emitted a layer of faint golden light, and the blood and qi that were much stronger than before emanated from Yang Ze's body.

Although his current cultivation was only in the early stage of the Bone Tempering Realm, the momentum emanating from him was not weaker than that of the middle stage of the Bone Tempering Realm.

In just two months, Yang Ze had tempered 32 lower limb bones. This speed was terrifying.

However, this was also because Yang Ze had taken too many pills. If other first-grade warriors could take as many pills as he did, their cultivation would also increase rapidly, and even faster than his.

Because Yang Ze needed to temper a lower limb bone, he needed to consume more resources. With the same resources, his cultivation speed could not match that of others.

For several hours, Yang Ze was practicing Hunyuan Piaomiao Qigong, trying to temper the 33rd lower limb bone.

But in the end, he still failed. After the elixir's effect was exhausted, he relied on his own cultivation and could not improve the bone tempering process for several hours. The thirty-third lower limb bone was still a little short of being ready. It can be tempered to completion.

Yang Ze was inevitably a little distressed. He had taken too many drugs to improve himself, and he was left to slowly grind himself down. This speed was really disappointing to him.

Although he understood that others relied on the accumulation of time to slowly complete the process of bone tempering, he really didn't want to take it so slowly.

When he understood that he would not be able to make a breakthrough in his cultivation in a short period of time, Yang Ze set his goal on those three martial arts.

After opening the first martial arts book with rubbings of sword techniques, Yang Ze entered the black stone space. In the black stone space, there was a perfect master who taught him martial arts and helped him perfectly copy the martial arts. How could it be wrong? The principle of utilization.

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There is no Jiazi in the mountains, so Yang Ze spent three months in seclusion this time.

He hasn't stepped out of the door once in three months and has been practicing hard in the practice room. However, on this day, Yang Ze couldn't continue practicing because his identity token began to make a buzzing sound.

The identity tokens of outer disciples are completely different from the identity tokens of registered disciples. They are specially made identity tokens on Hengyun Peak.

There are two more important functions. The first is that you can transfer contribution points by yourself through the identity token. You don’t need to go to a specific place to transfer. The second is that when you need to contact a disciple for something in the hall, you can Directly pull the disciple's identity token and let the disciple know.

For example, Yang Ze's identity token is making a buzzing sound now, which means that the battle hall is summoning him.

It is for this reason that Yang Ze did not put the identity token into the storage bag during the retreat. Otherwise, if the battle hall summons did not pass, he would be dealt with.

Listening to the identity token on the side making a constant buzzing sound, Yang Ze put away the bloody knife in his hand, took a shot with his right hand, and the identity token fell into his hand.

The true energy was dispersed, and the identity token no longer made a buzzing sound. Yang Ze put away his things, walked out of the practice room, changed a set of clothes and walked out.

The war hall will not summon disciples easily. If they are summoned, there will most likely be a mission to be released.

Four months after joining the war hall, he finally waited for his first mission. Yang Ze was still a little curious in his heart, not knowing what mission was waiting for him.

When Yang Ze walked to the Zhantang disciple hall, there were already many people sitting there. As soon as he walked in, Yang Ze saw an acquaintance.

He saw that Pan Fang was also here, and there were only two disciples of the War Hall, namely him and Pan Fang. The rest were all wearing coaching clothes and deacon clothes.

Yang Ze and Pan Fang looked at each other, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes, but at this time, neither of them had a chance to speak.

Because a coach sitting in the main seat saw Yang Ze arriving and said loudly: "Coach Li, the two war hall disciples you need for this mission have arrived."

After he said this, Coach Li, who was sitting on the left, glanced at Yang Ze and Pan Fang. Yang Ze, who had not felt anything at first, suddenly stood up all over his body.

The coaches in the outer courtyard of the Piaomiao Martial Arts Academy have a higher status than the deacons. Unlike the deacons who have third- and fourth-grade cultivations, the cultivation levels of these coaches are all in the fourth-grade realm. With the cultivation of Coach Li, he can distinguish them at a glance. The cultivation levels of Yang Ze and Pan Fang were revealed, which put great pressure on them.

"Coach Zhong, just the two of them?" Coach Li looked away, his tone a little unkind.

"Coach Li, if this mission does not involve the lives of disciples, our war hall would not need to take action. It is enough to dispatch these two disciples. Besides, don't underestimate the true strength of my war hall disciples. , It’s not something that can be measured by realm.” Faced with Coach Li’s question, Coach Zhong said slowly.

Coach Li's expression changed for a moment before he said, "Since Coach Zhong has said this, I won't say anything more. Then, you two, come with me."

As Coach Li stood up, he shouted to Yang Ze and the two of them to leave. However, Yang Ze and the others listened to his words and did not make any reaction. It was not until Coach Zhong gave the order that they followed Coach Li.

The Zhantang disciples have a special status and only need to obey the orders of the Zhantang coach. Coach Li glanced at Coach Zhong, snorted lightly and left with Yang Ze and the others.