C73 Wind Step Completion

Duanmu Kuang, on the other hand, was a little confused. The change in attitude of the old man had confused him. However, he didn't think too much about it. The harvest this time had exceeded his expectations. He had chosen the Wind Steps correctly. This movement technique was indeed incomparably mysterious. If he could master it to perfection, the shortcoming of his movement technique would be perfect. When facing an enemy, one would definitely be able to display an even more powerful combat strength.

After the enlightenment just now, he had completely comprehended the essence of Wind Steps. Now, he urgently needed to practice his movement technique and turn Wind Steps into his own combat strength as soon as possible.

After being chased out of the Martial Skill Pavilion like a duck by the old man, he did not have any dissatisfaction. Instead, he was beaming with joy and rushed back to the east courtyard excitedly.

When he returned to his residence, Duanmu Kuang did not rest. He directly stood on the empty space in front of the door. He slowly closed his eyes and revised the formula of Wind Steps in his mind.

According to the training formula, there was only one type of Wind Steps, but this kind of footwork contained tens of millions of changes. When mastered, the footwork could change thousands of times with one step, making enemies unable to find their whereabouts.

Very quickly, Duanmu Kuang filtered out the cultivation chant and did not miss anything. The cultivation chant described every change in the footwork very clearly, and he copied it. He practiced according to the cultivation method in the cultivation method in the open space.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."

The sound of air being torn apart could be heard. Duanmu Kuang's body was like the wind, moving back and forth in the open space like a flood dragon. His steps were neither fast nor slow. Not long after, he started to practice the wind step, and he was very familiar with it.

Suddenly...

"Ah, bang..." As his steps changed, Duanmu Kuang's left and right legs crossed each other. He lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Pooh pooh! Why is it so hard to change his steps?" Spitting out the dust in his mouth, his face was filled with anger. He clearly knew how to change his steps, but in the end, he still stirred his feet and fell to the ground, eating sh * t.

It was very clear that this was because the steps weren't familiar enough. The changes in Wind Steps were incomparably mysterious. Even if one grasped the essence of the Wind Steps after a moment of enlightenment, it was still impossible to achieve it overnight. Wind Steps were immediately cultivated to great success.

"I don't believe it." Duanmu Kuang made up his mind. He stood up from the ground and continued to practice. If he could not do it once, he would practice it a hundred times. If he could not do it a hundred times, he would practice it a thousand times. He would practice the Wind Steps until the Wind Steps were out of his mind.

In the following time, Duanmu Kuang did not even bother to eat. He kept practicing the Wind Steps.

He fell over and over again, and stood up again and again. He practiced from afternoon to night. Duanmu Kuang kept repeating these actions, but he was not depressed. Instead, the more he practiced, the more motivated he became because as time passed, the number of times he fell down became fewer and fewer, but the changes in his steps became more and more.

When he practiced until the sky turned dark, he was already able to smoothly use the first 49 variations of the Wind Steps without falling. Compared to when he had just started to change his steps, it was already much better. It could be considered that he had made quite a bit of progress. Although he did not know how fast other people's progress in Wind Steps was, he believed that they would not be faster than him. After all, he had experienced enlightenment before and knew the trick of Wind Steps like the back of his hand. All he needed to do was practice the steps.

Duanmu Kuang was very satisfied with the progress of practicing the Wind Steps today, but he did not dare to relax. He looked up at the sky and then went to find some food to eat. He then went back to his room to rest.

The next day, Duanmu Kuang woke up early before dawn and went out to practice his Wind Steps. In the afternoon, he went to find Zhong Lingyan to spar with because he felt that he could make more progress in sparring. Then he came back to practice. Days passed just like that. A month quietly passed.

After a month, Duanmu Kuang went to find Zhong Lingyan to spar with her every day. In the first few days, his clothes were still cut by Zhong Lingyan and danced in the air. After that, the number of times his clothes were torn became fewer and fewer. In the end, the clothes were the same when he came and the clothes were the same when he went back. He had never been cut again, and the Wind Steps had become easy to use during this period of hard training and sparring. They were gradually approaching the large success stage, but even so, they were still unable to take Zhong Lingyan down. He only managed to tie, and he could vaguely feel that Zhong Lingyan had not yet used her full strength. Zhong Lingyan's strength once again shocked Duanmu Kuang.

On this day, in an open space somewhere in the east courtyard, a figure was drifting back and forth. It was like a willow leaf, light and nimble. His footwork was very complicated, making people unable to see clearly. His figure was even more unpredictable, like a ghost. When he drifted at high speed, this small area was filled with his shadow, making it impossible to distinguish which was the real him.

Finally, the figure slowly slowed down, allowing people to see his true face. He was a young man with delicate features and a handsome face. His body was rippling with blood-red Yuan Qi. Who else could he be if he wasn't Duanmu Kuang?

"I finally succeeded. I didn't expect that it would take so long..." A bright light flashed across Duanmu Kuang's eyes as he muttered to himself. After a month of hard training, he had finally mastered the Wind Steps. Now, when he used the Wind Steps, his heart would move, and he would move like the wind.

However, judging from his tone, it seemed that he had spent a month to master the Wind Steps. It was too slow. If his words were heard by other martial artists who practiced the Wind Steps, they would definitely vomit three liters of blood.

One had to know that other people had cultivated the Wind Steps for a long time. In a month's time, many people could not even grasp the basic steps of Wind Steps, let alone the changes in their steps. As for mastering Wind Steps, it was even more out of reach for some people. Many people might not be able to reach the Large Success Stage of the Wind Steps even if they trained for their entire lives. And he had spent a month to reach the Large Success Stage of Wind Steps, yet he still found it slow. This was really comparing people to the dead.

If this news were to spread, who knew how much shock it would cause? Perhaps even the old man he met at the Martial Skill Pavilion would be so shocked that he would pull out a few strands of his beard.

However, Duanmu Kuang didn't have the slightest understanding of this aspect. His eyes were burning with passion. He muttered to himself, "Forget it. Although it has been a while, I have finally mastered it. Now, he could go and find Senior Sister Zhong to spar with and see if he could suppress her. Hehe... " After saying that, he walked out of the courtyard.

All along, he had never defeated Zhong Lingyan, even though the two of them were only sparring. Furthermore, he had feelings for Zhong Lingyan, but he was still a little worried. This was caused by the heart of the strong. The strong did not want to lose to anyone. Besides, he was a martial artist of the same generation, and his path of martial arts was to become the strongest. Naturally, he was unwilling to fall below others. Now that he had mastered Wind Steps, even his mood was much better, and he started humming along the way.

At this moment, a voice that made him feel disgusted rang out.

"Junior Brother Duanmu, I've finally found you. Good news... Good news!"

Duanmu Kuang frowned. He could tell that it was Chen Ming from the voice. This person was a smiling tiger, and he didn't like it. He looked up and saw Chen Ming running over excitedly, as if he had found a treasure. His face was full of joy, and he soon arrived in front of ___.

"Senior disciple Chen, are you looking for me for something?" Duanmu Kuang spoke with an indifferent tone. He didn't have a good impression of Chen Ming, and in fact, he even hated him. Now, just as he was about to look for Senior Sister Zhong, he was stopped by her, and his heart was filled with slight anger.

"Junior Brother Duanmu, congratulations. Haha, I'm so tired." Chen Ming was panting. He still had a smile on his face, as if he didn't notice Duanmu Kuang's coldness at all.

"Oh... May I ask where senior brother is happy from?"

Duanmu Kuang was so angry that he laughed. Chen Ming had a belly full of bad intentions. One look and one could tell that he didn't have good intentions. He actually dared to say that he was happy in front of him. At this moment, he really wanted to beat Chen Ming up badly.

"I'm so happy! Junior Brother Duanmu, this is amazing! You... You are going to become a true celebrity of our Five Mountain Sect..." Chen Ming's face was full of flattery. When he saw that Duanmu Kuang didn't respond, he continued, "I wonder if Junior Brother Duanmu has heard of the Heroic Meeting? This was a grand event of the sect. Today, one of the organizers, Senior Brother Wang Ba, had sent an invitation to Junior Brother Duanmu. Inviting you to participate tomorrow, do you think this is a great joy? Junior Sister Zhong will also attend the event."

After Chen Ming finished speaking, he took out a bright red invitation card from his pocket and handed it to Duanmu Kuang.