C13

During this period of time, Dongfang Bo began to strictly order his subordinates to inspect every single raw meat and fruits that entered the mansion.

Qingyang, on the other hand, was extremely bored in the Dongfang manor. He continued to practice his Five Birds of Eight Trigrams every day, occasionally going to the outskirts of Dongan to search for cranes and condors, hoping to learn some of the divine essence associated with flying birds in order to perfect his somewhat dissatisfied Crane Fist.

However, there was no progress. Qingyang was not anxious. He knew that this sudden insight was not something that could be forced upon him, not to mention that he was only thirteen years old.

After a period of rest, Dongfang Yanran's body was much better. When she saw Qingyang, the two of them did not say much. Sometimes, they just smiled at each other. But with Dongfang Bo was like a pair of uncles and uncles.

"Yanran, why haven't I seen you chatting with Qingyang these days? I'm your savior. You guys are around the same age, so you should have something to say, right? " Dongfang Bo smiled and asked.

"Daddy!" Dongfang Yanran pouted coquettishly and then muttered, "I was passing by Qingyang's courtyard just now and saw him practicing his martial arts. That's why I didn't disturb him."

"Hmm? What did you say? "Qingyang is practicing fist art?" Dongfang Bo was stunned as he hastily replied.

"Right, what's wrong, Daddy?" Dongfang Yanran felt that it was a bit strange, she could tell that Dongfang Bo's tone was a bit urgent.

After saying, "I'll go take a look." Dongfang Bo quickly walked toward the courtyard Qingyang City. A confused Dongfang Yanran was left standing on the spot.

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"No, although the Crane Fist is called the Crane Fist, it actually covers all the birds in the world. It does not only have the elegance of a crane or the ferocity of an eagle, even up until now, I have not understood the essence of all the birds in the world. "What is it?" The movement of his fist was like that of a crane, agile and free for a moment, and then as fierce and ruthless as an eagle. However, Azure Sun shook his head while punching.

Qingyang was currently immersed in comprehending the Crane Fist, so he naturally didn't notice Dongfang Bo, who was standing at the entrance to the courtyard.

Looking at Dongfang Bo, who was practicing boxing in the yard, he suddenly felt that Qingyang was not practicing boxing, but practicing.

Dongfang Bo didn't say anything to interrupt him. He just quietly stood outside the courtyard and watched. The more he watched, the more Dongfang Bo praised him.

I wonder which master taught this kid Qingyang the art of boxing. It really is a top tier body technique. " Dongfang Bo was astonished, but he also inwardly shook his head and sighed, "Without a master, I might actually be able to become a disciple with another surname of my Eastern Dragon Sect. What a pity ?

After about an hour, Qingyang finally retracted his fist and discovered Dongfang Bo at the entrance of the courtyard. With a gentle smile, he walked towards the entrance of the courtyard.

"Uncle Dongfang, you've been watching me train?" Qingyang asked softly.

Nodding his head, Dongfang Bo smiled, "Qingyang, you brat, why haven't you mentioned this to uncle?"

"You never asked." Qingyang shrugged helplessly.

Dongfang Bo hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Qingyang, was this fist taught to you by your alchemist master?"

Qingyang nodded and replied without hesitation, "That's right."

Dongfang Bo secretly said something. Although he felt a bit regretful, he still smiled and asked, "Qingyang, even though this fist technique's concept is high, it doesn't have much offensive power. It should be a body transformation technique, right?"

Just now, Qingyang had been comprehending the Crane Fist, and there were few paths of attack within the Crane Fist. Dongfang Bo naturally thought that this was just a set of body techniques.

"Uncle Dongfang, why do you say that?" Qingyang asked with a smile.

"Oh? Isn't it? I saw that the punches you practiced seemed to have some meaning of dancing. Did I say something wrong? " Dongfang Bo froze for a moment and then asked.

Qingyang's sword-shaped eyebrows arched as he smiled: "Why didn't Uncle Dongfang give it a try himself?"

Seeing that Qingyang wanted to challenge him, Dongfang Bo smiled and scolded: "You brat, good! I shall let it be as you wish. I will only use my martial arts to try it out with you. "

In fact, Dongfang Bo also wanted to test whether Qingyang was still as plastic as medicine and medicine in martial arts. He accepted Qingyang's invitation to battle.

As the two walked into the courtyard, Dongfang Bo thought to himself, "If I continue to do this, then it's already considered bullying the weak." He then said, "Qingyang, just punch first."

Laughing lightly, Qingyang immediately rushed up to him.

Like a flood dragon swimming in the air, its steps were unpredictable. Within a breath's time, it had arrived in front of Dongfang Bo. With a flip of his right hand, he changed his palm and chopped down towards Dongfang Bo's face.

Dongfang Bo's heart skipped a beat and he quickly raised his arm to block Qingyang's palm strike.

After his attack missed, Qingyang lightly laughed and formed a hook with his left fist, grabbing Dongfang Bo's arm at the same time. He moved his leg downwards, and moved his feet slightly, sticking close to Dongfang Bo's body and instantly moving to his back.

The five birds of the Eight Trigrams Hands pounced like a ferocious tiger. The right palm turned into a fist, and the five fingers of the palm were clenched into a fist as it fiercely pressed down towards Dongfang Bo's back.

At this moment, Dongfang Bo could be described as not only shocked, but also shocked. He felt a gust of wind from behind him as he turned around and prepared to block Qingyang's Tiger Pounce with his fist.

When he was about to hit Dongfang Bo, he saw from the corner of his eyes that a fist was smashing towards him. Helpless, he could only meet Dongfang Bo's swinging palm with his own.

Seeing the two fists about to collide, Qingyang slightly moved his body and took a step back. Raising both palms, he blocked Dongfang Bo's powerful strike, and after reducing some of the force, he twisted Dongfang Bo's arm and moved it backwards.

Dongfang Bo quickly retreated a few steps back. At the same time, he thought to himself, "Why is this kid's boxing style different from the one just now?" "Not only is he extremely nimble and nimble, his attacks are also quite powerful. It's as if his whole body is glued to his own body. You mustn't let him get too close to you."

But how could Qingyang allow Dongfang Bo to do as he pleased? When he saw Dongfang Bo fly away, Qingyang laughed lightly and ran like a deer. With a few leaps and bounds, he caught up with Dongfang Bo again.

Dongfang Bo immediately felt a great headache when he saw Qingyang approaching him. If he were to use just martial arts, based on the current situation, it was indeed impossible for him to gain even the slightest bit of advantage from Qingyang.

Sticking close to Dongfang Bo's Qingyang, he used the Five Birds of the Eight Trigrams Hands to circle around him. He could attack the position of the Eight Trigrams, and he could defend in all directions. He hit Dongfang Bo until he was extremely depressed.

He held Dongfang Bo's palm in front of his chest, and then used his elbow to strike his chest. Seeing this, Dongfang Bo turned his hands into palms to block his chest. Then, he borrowed the force of Qingyang's strike to take two steps back.

Smiling at Dongfang Bo, Qingyang didn't approach him this time and instead said: "Uncle Dongfang. "What do you think of my fist technique?"

Coughing lightly twice, Dongfang Bo let out a sigh of relief and jokingly scolded, "You little brat, I didn't expect you to be so good at fighting!" "That fist art just now was not only a martial art, but also a peerless martial art."

"Uncle Dongfang, please excuse me. "How can it be considered a peerless martial arts, just self-preservation is enough." Bluesea was currently speaking humbly as well.

"Oh right, I saw that your fist art seems to have the form of a tiger or a bear. Could it be that your Master learned it from imitating an animal? " Dongfang Wenwen asked.

"That's right. There are five kinds of fist techniques in this set of fist techniques: Tiger, Deer, Bear, Ape, and Crane. Attack and Defence at the same time." Qingyang nodded.

Dongfang Bo secretly thought to himself, "I wonder which expert managed to comprehend such a profound fist technique? He must be one of the top innate experts."

"Hehe, Qingyang, not only are you an outstanding doctor, but you're also exceptionally talented in martial arts. Looks like his future achievements are limitless. " The more Dongfang Bo saw about Qingyang, the more he liked her, and he sincerely praised her.

As if he was a bit embarrassed from being praised, Qingyang scratched his head and said softly, "Uncle Dongfang, don't make fun of Qingyang anymore. "When Master Five Birds of the Eight Trigrams taught me, it wasn't perfect yet. There's still a long way to go in the future."

If Dongfang Bo had taken a fancy to Qingyang's medical skills back then, then now he had no choice but to raise Qingyang to an even higher level. His talent was exceptional, and his intelligence was extraordinary.

If he had entered the Upper Sky Realm, with the Five Birds Eight Trigrams Hands, it would be hard for him to defeat someone of the same cultivation level.

Dongfang Bo couldn't help but think about how to make the elders of the Eastern Dragon Sect accept Qingyang, a disciple with another surname.

"I can see that Yanran has some good feelings for Qingyang. If Qingyang is really engaged to Yanran, the elders will likely not object." Dongfang Bo thought to himself.