With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 113 Future Titles, Wudang Poaching Talent

"Using penetrating force to sense killing intent is a good idea."

However, your killing intent only has the form of condensation, but not the substance of condensation, and it still needs to be further tempered and refined.

When will you be able to successfully complete the first stage of "cohesion" like I am?

Luo Guanyun gave instructions verbally, while his hands moved like an eagle pecking at its prey, his fingertips striking his upper arm in rapid succession.

At first, Meng Chuan felt nothing unusual on his skin; it didn't hurt or itch.

Gradually, he looked at the red marks that appeared on his arm, the bruises visible to the naked eye.

"Unless your physical abilities reach an extremely high level, you cannot block the penetrating effect of willpower, even if I only lightly tapped your arm a few times."

Meng Chuan nodded to indicate that he understood.

"I have learned a lot from you, Master Luo."

This also serves as a warning to Meng Chuan not to act recklessly just because he possesses martial arts skills, as there are many ways in this world to break through such skills.

"But don't be discouraged. Unless someone of your age has special methods, it's extremely difficult for them to break through your hard skills."

He now possesses four powerful internal energy techniques that protect him. Not to mention his peers, even instructors cannot break through his defenses if he operates at full power for a short period of time.

Luo Guanyun continued:

"Isn't your joint entrance exam in October? The first place winner this time will get bonus points for the National Martial Arts Exam. Our goal is to get into the Grandmaster Class, so work hard!"

"When the joint entrance exam comes, use your solid skills as an open card, and hide your killing intent as a trump card. Then, at the crucial moment, unleash it to secure victory!"

Meng Chuan nodded in understanding; he thought so too. Only by taking things by surprise could a move be considered a killer move.

Luo Guanyun raised his hand and glanced at his watch.

"I'll explain the application of killing intent to you in a little while, so listen carefully."

Half an hour later, Meng Chuanting had gained a lot and couldn't wait to put it into practice.

The students who were auditing the class were completely confused, their brows furrowed, unable to understand what the two were talking about.

These things are too profound for them. Without an extremely solid foundation and a stroke of luck, generally only martial artists can comprehend the power of will.

"What is murderous intent? I don't have any."

"It would only happen if there was bloodshed, I heard that dozens of people have died at the hands of the senior brother."

"Holy crap, he's so fierce. No wonder. Lately, I've felt quite scared whenever my senior brother glances at me while he's practicing his punches."

"This isn't murderous intent, it's just that you're too cowardly."

Ignoring the murmurs of the crowd, Meng Chuan saw that Teacher Luo was about to return to class, and hurriedly asked one last question:
"Master Luo, besides killing intent, what other kind of willpower is there?"

He was rather greedy; seeing how useful killing intent was, he wanted to find another opportunity to comprehend something else.

"There are countless kinds of human emotions that can be transformed from the abstract to the concrete, and after being comprehended, they can be transformed into personal willpower. This is the true charm of martial arts."

The most common is the will to protect, which corresponds to killing; basically, any martial artist who focuses on body tempering can comprehend it.

Upon hearing that it was a character with multiple layers of armor, Meng Chuan immediately became interested.

He asked again:

"Could a body-refining martial artist who cherishes their reputation and is unwilling to protect others also comprehend this?"

Willpower is related to the human heart, and Meng Chuan is quite curious about this. If one's nature goes against willpower, can one still comprehend it?

Luo Guanyun chopped off the back of his neck with a single chop.

"Are you just arguing for the sake of arguing? Well, to put it another way, who says you have to protect others and protecting yourself doesn't count as protecting others?"

On his way back to his personal martial arts room, Luo Guanyun thought to himself:
"This kid is now good at both offense and defense. He has a strong body and can injure enemies with his killing intent. If he learns the lightning true skill that combines speed and destructive power in the future, his combat ability will be unimaginable."

When a martial artist breaks through the first major limit and becomes a martial artist, they can report to the Martial Arts Association and give themselves a prestigious title.

A title is a martial artist's reputation; if it's not up to standard, others will look down on and despise them.

But if it's too highbrow, like "King" or "Emperor," then it's just clown.

For example, there was a 50-year-old martial artist who was fortunate enough to be promoted to a martial arts master. He practiced Wudang Yin Yang Tai Chi.

He eventually gave himself the title "Wonderful Method True Martial Arts," but died less than a year later after practicing martial arts and going mad.

If one's strength cannot suppress their title, they will be devoured by the unseen forces of fate. Many real-life examples have proven this point, and they ultimately meet a tragic end.
Therefore, those with a master usually have the master take the title on their behalf, and later, when their strength increases, they can change to a title that matches their cultivation level.

Luo Guanyun always planned ahead, and even though Meng Chuan was still far from becoming a martial arts master, he was already worrying about the future.

"I need to think of a future title for him. This kid practices too many different things, it's hard to come up with one."

Seeing that Master Luo had gone back to teach, Meng Chuan went to find Master Zhao at the martial arts school to practice his boxing for a while. Master Zhao was suffering terribly from Meng Chuan's iron fists.

Time flies by amidst the punches and kicks.

Looking at the digital clock on the wall, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. He packed his things and went home.

after dinner.

Meng Chuan meditated for half an hour, practicing Dragon Meditation to strengthen his mental power, while his phone played an online course by Chen Yu, the "Dragon King of Thick Earth." He had been too busy with martial arts training lately and had fallen behind in his online coursework, but he found Professor Chen's lectures very helpful.

Half an hour later, Meng Chuan stopped meditating. To his surprise, Long's meditation progress had finally moved up a bit.

"It's not easy. I still need to keep practicing every day. Once I have a certificate, I'll keep it forever. I really don't believe that my liver can't be perfect."

After the leisure time, it's time for the painful stance training.

As Meng Chuan's mastery of stance training increased, he was able to stand in the stance for longer and longer periods, and now he needs to stand for nearly seven hours a day to reach his limit.

This morning I squeezed in time to stand for more than four hours. With less than three hours left, Meng Chuan decided to finish standing before going to sleep.

If nothing else is obstructing him, he will basically make the most of his daily standing meditation practice.

He was also quite curious about what kind of reward he would receive if he maxed out the progress and then broke through the limit of [Taiyi Three Talents Stance: Human Stance Chapter] and reported it to the Martial Arts Association.

This is the foundation for countless Xingyi practitioners' martial arts training. Its resources and reputation will probably be overflowing instantly, and awarding it a gold medal shouldn't be a problem.

Meng Chuan snapped out of his daze and abandoned these unrealistic fantasies.

"Let's think about how to break through the limits of the Crushing Fist next."

August 25th.

Summer vacation is coming to an end, and as usual, Meng Chuan sparred with Teacher Chen Tie in the morning.

Today, after mastering the Iron Leg technique, Meng Chuan borrowed Chen Tie's bathroom to look in the mirror and lifted his leg.

Similar to the previous changes in my arms, my skin tone has begun to subtly turn from normal to dark yellow, as if it has been coated with a layer of iron powder.

Meng Chuan leaned down and gently tapped his calf. After the leg was flexed, there was a crisp sound like hitting a steel pipe.

"Dama Kung Fu is no simple feat. His armor-clad technique is at the top-tier level, and after practicing it, one's body can even experience a significant boost."

Meng Chuan didn't know whether it was due to the difference between the hard skills of the Great Chu and the Tantric sect, or the miraculous effects of the Domo hard skills themselves.

However, both methods require targeting the same body parts and acupoints, which is likely due to the superior power of their respective techniques.

After coming out of the restroom, Chen Tie handed over a plate of watermelon, and the two ate and chatted.

Chen Yu's online class time was limited, so Chen Tie supplemented his knowledge with a lot of hard skills.

"Body training isn't something that can be done in a day or two, so you don't need to push yourself so hard and have to train every day."

Take a break after a period of intense training. You need to give your body time to digest and recover, to prevent it from becoming overworked and depleted of energy.

Meng Chuan felt that Chen Tie made sense, but he felt that his body was not only full of energy due to the combination of various traits, but even a little too energetic.

Sometimes before going to sleep at night, he would think about the flight taking off, but when he remembered that it was all his martial arts essence, he would put down the idea of ​​taking off and practice his boxing skills for a while to get rid of these thoughts.

He ate watermelon and took a moment to glance at the limit-breaking panel.

I'll be able to master the Iron Shirt technique I recently learned in about a week, because the Armored Technique is of such a high level and has such a good effect.

It's estimated that even after breaking through the Iron Shirt skill barrier, there won't be much change in the body. It will need to be trained further to see any results.

As for Meng Chuan's earliest mastery of the Armored Body Technique, he still has a long way to go before he can truly master it. As Wudang's signature hard skill, it is not something that can be easily learned.

A few days ago, Luo Guanyun told the Mountain-Moving Taoist about his progress and asked him to help check it out.

The Mountain-Moving Taoist thought Luo Guanyun was bragging, saying that the progress was so fast it was almost heavenly.

It took him more than four years to reach perfection. At Meng Chuan's current speed, he will definitely reach perfection in two or three years.

"Have you considered having your apprentice come to Wudang in the future?"

The Mountain-Moving Taoist is trying to poach talent. Old Luo's apprentice is so outstanding, we must help the school secure his services.

"Come on, when the Northern Union University exchanges martial arts with your Wudang sect in the future, he'll go there."

Get lost. Don't call me all the time for no reason.

Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan grabbed a small fruit knife for peeling and prepared some ointment for treating the wound.

The most miraculous aspect of the Armor-Piercing Kung Fu is its thin membrane, formed by the combined condensation of Qi and blood and acupoints, addressing both internal and external factors.

This thin film adhered to Meng Chuanda's iron arm, and he used the strength of a martial artist from the lower three levels to slash the blade across his arm.

As if cutting through old cowhide, Meng Chuan increased the force by another ten percent, and with a "poof" sound, the membrane was barely punctured.

The blade continued to slice downwards across the iron arm, only to be blocked once again by the hard, rock-like skin.

Meng Chuan continued to increase the force, but still couldn't make a cut. Unless he used force to cut the skin open, it was difficult to hurt him with this ordinary knife.

Next, he flipped his hand over, gripped the knife, placed his arm on the table, and let the tip of the knife drop straight down towards his arm.

Chen Tie, who was standing to the side, was stunned. This kid was really ruthless to himself.

Because the area of ​​impact was reduced, Meng Chuan's arm was successfully cut by the knife tip. He picked up the prepared ointment and gently applied it. After a moment, the wound healed completely.

"It seems I can withstand the slashes of ordinary swordsmen, but it's the sharp, small-range thrusts that are harder to block. Indeed, it's hard to defend against a hidden sword."

Please feel free to continue reading. Our progress is getting better and better. This book will definitely be long. If any eunuchs want to cut it off, so be it.

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