C10 Practice Sword and Practice Fist

The shopkeeper actually didn't like these two foreigners very much. He liked to stir up trouble and challenge cultivators. However, how could the cultivators of the world of the Nine Prefectures care about these two foreigners?

As a result, most of the people who took action were those who were only half a pot of water while tinkling. The end result wasn't too good.

The trouble had already piled up, not much more, not much less. The Confucian Scholar's main issue was fighting for his heart, so he was too lazy to try to persuade him. He could only say, "Be careful, Young Master."

Ling Yun smiled. A strong wind was blowing behind him. With his back facing the blonde youth, he slightly moved his feet just in time to avoid the wind. It was just that the fiery qi on the blond youth's fist was scorching hot.

Could it be that this person was already a third level Refiner, and that he was able to control every single part of his body with the help of his Qi?

Mr. Jiugui said that he had just reached the Qi Condensation stage, and any Second Stage cultivator could easily crush him, let alone a third level cultivator.

But when the matter was right before his eyes, if Ling Yun didn't do anything, it would just be out of his state of mind.

The other party had never used a weapon, so he couldn't use it either. This wasn't a battle of life and death, so there was no reason for him to hold anything back.

"Do you only know how to dodge?"

The blond youth shouted!

As for the actual battle, learn that martial artist's punching routine. As long as we follow the path of martial arts, we will return to the world together, and when you practice fist and palm techniques, you will also learn the sword, and there will not be much difference. In addition to that, when Ling Yun is practicing Great Dream of Autumn, and when Mr. Jiugui is practicing sword techniques, he will also be able to confirm the cultivation techniques recorded in his Great Dream of Autumn, and then evolve them into his own.

He had mastered all of the arts of martial arts.

It was just that the matter of refining a Qi and refining the soul, as well as the limitations of one's future achievements were all extremely difficult. For example, ascending to the heavens required a large amount of energy and resources, but after the third level of Second Stage, there wasn't much of a difference.

"Bring it on!"

Ling Yun's eyes flashed with a bright light. Ling Yun who held a sword and Ling Yun who didn't hold a sword were two different people, Ling Yun who read books and Ling Yun who didn't read books were two different people.

I have Ling Yunzhi, why not go to heaven!

Ling Yun exchanged punches with the blonde youth, both retreating. Ling Yun had reached Foundation Establishment in three years, Body Refinement, Bone Tempering, and Blood Circulation. His body was tough and strong, and he felt a dull pain on his fists.

The golden-haired youngster was also surprised. In these few months, apart from the so-called body cultivator martial artists, the people who fought with him were completely unaffected. How could they be as safe and sound as Ling Yun?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but become excited. Could it be that he could just randomly pick a matter and run into an expert among the Eastern cultivators? If that was the case, he would have to be serious.

The shopkeeper had someone move the table away first and was thinking if he should open a sparring stage in the inn's backyard to prevent himself from smashing his shop into pieces. But with the Confucian Scholar here, he knew that the other party would not renege on his word.

Thinking of this, the shopkeeper realized that the words spoken by this young scholar from Soong Dynasty were extremely smooth. Could it be that he was the descendant of some family in the capital?

"Again."

The golden sail youth's accent was somewhat strange, but it did not affect his expression of his meaning.

When the second part was stepped out, he had already engaged the golden-haired youngster in close combat. Both sides attacked very quickly, the golden-haired youngster made his move, and with great force and strength, Ling Yun looked weak and frail, but his body seemed to contain endless power, and it clashed with the golden-haired youngster's fist to the point of being meat!

Ling Yun had just reached the Second Stage, and had not yet reached there. The storage of spirit energy in his dantian was not much, but as for the golden-haired youth, he was not worried at all.

In the second and final round, Ling Yun turned his fist into a palm. When it came close, his fingers were like a sword, his two fingers were like a sword, faintly revealing a sharp edge. His sword intent covered his fingers, and when his fingers collided, an invisible wave of air surged out, blowing away the clothes of the onlookers!

"Crack!"

Ling Yun inserted his finger again. The blond youth's expression changed. It easily pierced through his protective combat power and broke a section of his finger bone. He circulated his combat power to its limit and his fist became denser.

However, he couldn't retract his attack even though the opponent didn't intend to kill him. The fiery red Dou Qi was like a fierce tiger leaving the mountain, aiming straight at Ling Yun!

Ling Yun's facial expression changed drastically. He had not used up all his energy and even if he had not recovered all of his new strength, he would not be able to do anything. Due to this, he had no choice but to halt his steps and ride on the horse with his back bent, as steady as a mountain.

He spat out a mouthful of sword Qi and slashed his sword towards the tiger!

Ling Yun's clothes flew into the air as he stood up straight once again, the corner of his mouth overflowing with blood. The Sword Qi from his dantian was the Sword Qi, but if he wanted to spit out the sword Qi, he had to transform his Fifth Stage into a dragon, in order to not injure himself, if it was not for the fact that his body was sturdy, the Sword Qi would have pierced through his cheeks.

But now, he couldn't avoid bleeding. Ling Yunjian, that blonde youth, stopped attacking and spat out a mouthful of blood, mumbling, "If you don't listen to the words of the drunkard, you will be at a disadvantage."

The blond youth walked over. His momentum had yet to dissipate, but Ling Yun was ready for battle. The blonde youth bowed with the fist salute from the Nine Regions, "I lost. Sorry, I couldn't stop myself."

Ling Yun thought he was going to hit him again, but he didn't expect him to be here to apologize. He waved his hand and said, "No worries, my words just now were too hurtful, so it's normal for you to be angry.

His right palm was covered with his left fist. That was to pay respects to the dead. Usually, it would be covered with his left fist …

Ling Yun bowed and apologized. He then stood up and said to the blond youth, "You were in the wrong just now. You should also apologize to the waiter. Apologize sincerely."

The blonde youth seemed to have changed his personality and sincerely apologized to the waiter. Then, he asked Ling Yun: "I think you guys are all like that?"

Ling Yun saw that the blond youth did not have any malicious intent, so he explained the Confucian etiquette to him in detail. Ling Yun heard that the blond youth was stunned, which was very complicated, but what Ling Yun said was endless, endless, and the blond youth was about to fall asleep.

Ling Yun looked around at the broken tables and said to the blond youth, "Wait for me for a moment."

"Shopkeeper, I'm sorry, I messed up this place." He didn't have much money, so he might not be able to compensate, "I don't have much money, so I have to use it for myself. Do you think I can help you run around here and pay for your losses?"

This Confucian Scholar was a cultivator. This was the first time the shopkeeper had seen a cultivator speak like this. He was immediately flattered and said, "No need, no need."

"Of course, of course," Ling Yun said apologetically. "I can run to the hall, and I can cook. Fighting in your inn is my fault, so you should just treat it as making up for my mistake."

His teacher was extremely appreciative of the local customs and practices of this world, but that was not the case with the things he had seen. When he fought with others and when a third party's interests were damaged, he would probably be at half the price with the person in the fight, making them compensate for the damage, but in the end, the person who suffered the loss had to help the person who harmed his interests to target him and make him pay for it all by himself.

In this foreign land, he had no choice but to bite his nose and accept it. However, his perception of the people in this world dropped again and again. Ling Yun's appearance was as warm as seeing a ray of dawn in the haze.

"I was in the wrong too, I'll compensate you."

He didn't intend to compensate them previously. They were all bullies, so how could he give them face?

"Of course you have to pay!" Ling Yun's meaning was that if you don't compensate me, I will hit you.

Ling Yun was a cultivator, and he was also a scholar. This kind of person already had a very high position, and it was possible that he was a swordsman, so his position would be even higher. But if he agreed, then he really dared to have Ling Yun run errands here? How could he have the guts!

"You don't need to help me here, I'll pay for you."

The golden-haired youth said.

Ling Yun shook his head and refused, "You don't need to repay my fault. This is the bottom line of a person. Even if you did pay the money for me, I still owe you a favor. It's the hardest thing to repay."

"I don't want you to pay me back."

The golden-haired youth had heard from his master that there were three types of people in this world that were the most efficient. One was a Daoist cultivator, the other was a swordsman, and the one that had the most loyalty was a martial man.

There were three types of people who were most annoying: scholars, monks, and scoundrels.

"Whether or not you want me to or not is your business. It's my business whether I return you or not. These are two different things."

Ling Yun said solemnly.

The blonde youth helplessly paid the amount of money he had and Ling Yun also agreed with the boss. The blonde youth invited Ling Yun to sit down and chat. The next day, Ling Yun officially became a member of the tavern and sat down.

"Are you a sword cultivator?"

His teacher had warned him that if he met a Taoist, it would be fine if he didn't provoke him. If he met a monk, it would be fine if he didn't bother with him, but if he met a scholar, he would treat him with respect. If he met a swordsman, then he would take a detour.

However, the swordsmen in the world of the nine prefectures had extremely high statuses and were extremely powerful. He could battle across borders and he could see the sword on Ling Yun's waist. The character Ling Yun was a swordsman.

Ling Yun smacked his lips. How was he supposed to reply to that?

Although he called himself a sword cultivator, he was also afraid of ruining Mr. Jiugui's reputation. If that small account book were to add more to his account, then he would lose out.

After thinking about it, Ling Yun could only say: "I'm just someone who likes to practice the sword, so I can't be considered a sword cultivator."

Anyway, the drinker master had said that with his current level, he was just a sword cultivator. Going out to roam the martial arts world, not to mention a sword cultivator, he had lost a lot of face. Ling Yun felt that it was rather embarrassing, but he decided to wait until he had become a third level cultivator and then go back to pull out the dragon elephant.

At this moment, the drunkard was at the place where the sword fell into the ground. As he stomped on the ground, he mumbled, "If I make you blind, wouldn't I have to make that brat thank you instead if I go over there now?" "That won't do. That blind master of yours doesn't know how to judge people. You've also learned this, now you deserve it."

The drunkard suddenly thought of something. In the middle stages of learning the sword, a certain someone had long developed sword intent, and even drunkards had never seen such a thing. A person who could absorb spiritual energy in one gulp and turn it into sword Qi would have to grind and toughen his body, or else he would end up dying from a body explosion.

He thought about a sword cultivator who had already developed sword intent. When he was competing in sword techniques with others, he said humbly: "I am Ling Yun, a sword cultivator who does not know how to practice swords, please advise me." Then, when the sword intent was unleashed, the technique would shock the surroundings. That must have been a very good scene.

Ling Yun hung onto his wine jug but did not drink. While dealing with the little delinquent, he thought about his own matters, there was a reason why he did not choose to travel the Nine Prefectures for the time being. This Soong Dynasty, the land of a nation, had withstood too much of his hatred.