Huang Rong!

Above the vast sea, I ride a light boat alone, pure and beautiful, with martial arts skills...

Chang Wei knew that such a girl was probably Huang Rong!

Peach Blossom Island in the East Sea, the daughter of Dongxie, and pretty Huang Rong!

Chang Wei could even conclude that Huang Rong was on her first trip away from home, so when she first met Chang Wei, she was a little panicked, fearing that Chang Wei was sent by her father to catch her home.

Although he knew Huang Rong's origin, Chang Wei did not say it - he said he didn't know her just now. If he said something he shouldn't say at this time, it would be difficult to explain.

So Chang Wei suppressed the shock in his heart and smiled calmly, "So it's Miss Huang Rong. Um... You seemed to say just now that I have strong muscles and bones, excellent roots and bones, and all meridians. Is he a rare martial arts genius in a thousand years?"

Huang Rong smiled and said, "Yes! Although you don't have any martial arts skills, your talent is excellent. I understand medical principles and will not misread them."

Chang Wei was secretly happy and said, "Then you see, I still have time to practice martial arts now?"

"If you are an ordinary person, if you have not practiced martial arts since childhood, you will probably not be able to achieve much success. As for you, you can. But..." Huang Rong laughed: "Didn't you just say that martial arts are useless?"

"If it is useful, how can martial arts be useless?" Chang Wei said solemnly: "I just said that the grapes were sour. I didn't have the chance to practice martial arts, but I said that martial arts were useless. If I could practice martial arts, I would definitely be willing to learn it. That, Miss Huang Rong, you seemed to say just now that with my talent, even if Ling Zun saw it, maybe he would have the intention to accept disciples?"

Huang Rong's long eyelashes flashed twice and said with a funny look: "Hey, you actually want to take my father as your teacher? Do you know who my father is?"

"I don't know." Chang Wei shook his head, pretending not to know, and said, "However, Miss Huang Rong, you have good martial arts at a young age. I think Ling Zun's martial arts will only be even more powerful."

"Hmph, how can my father's martial arts be described as "awesome"?" Huang Rong raised her chin proudly, "You can't imagine how powerful my father's martial arts are!"

"Then do I have a chance to take your father as my teacher?"

"It's a pity..." Huang Rong stuck out her tongue and laughed: "My father will not accept apprentices again!"

Chang Wei had no hope of becoming a disciple of Huang Yaoshi - he was an adult man, neither a cute luoli like Cheng Ying, nor a silly girl who had a connection with Huang Yaoshi like stupid Gu. How could he be included by Huang Yaoshi?

Even if his martial arts talent is as good as Huang Rong said, he guessed that Huang Yaoshi would not accept him as his apprentice.

If he takes a step back, he has to consider it well even if he has the chance. Huang Yaoshi is strange in nature and likes to take his anger the most. He once broke his legs and drove his disciples who had not made any mistakes out of the master. The risk of following such a master is too great.

Unless in another twenty years, when Dongxie grows older and becomes a little calmer, it will be safer to be his apprentice.

Therefore, when Huang Rong said that Huang Yaoshi would not accept disciples, Chang Wei was not disappointed, and asked again: "Since Ling Zun no longer accepts disciples, then Miss Huang Rong, can you teach me martial arts?"

"I'll teach you martial arts?" Huang Rong pointed her white finger at the tip of her nose and said in surprise: "You mean, do you want to worship me as your teacher?"

"No!" Chang Wei waved his hands repeatedly: "Just Huang just wanted to teach me some of my skills and let me appreciate the magic of martial arts..."

"Even if you want to take me as your teacher, that won't work." Huang Rong smiled and said, "I haven't gotten out of the army yet. Without my father's permission, I dare not accept disciples. Similarly, without my father's permission, my martial arts can naturally not be spread. But..."

Her bright eyes rolled around, and she carried her hands on her back and turned around Chang Wei twice, then walked to the front of him, with her right index finger and thumb holding her chin, looking at him with interest: "You are so talented, it would be a pity if you don't practice martial arts. I also want to see how hard you, a martial arts genius, can you practice martial arts to..."

Chang Wei was happy: "Miss Huang means..."

Huang Rong said: "I can't teach you the martial arts that I passed down from my family. But my father has collected a lot of martial arts. I have read them when I was bored. I still remember a lot, but I can teach you."

Huang Yaoshi has unique skills, mostly created by himself.

It is obviously impossible to create martial arts alone. Just like Huang Shang, he also read the thousands of Taoist collections collected from the inside, and created the Nine Yin Scriptures. Therefore, even if Huang Yaoshi is genius, he cannot create martial arts alone. There must be reference materials.

The "different martial arts" that Huang Rong mentioned was collected by Huang Yaoshi for reference. Although most of them were second- and third-rate skills and did not have any super unique skills, in Huang Rong's opinion, it was more than enough to teach Chang Wei, a layman with no foundation.

Chang Wei did not expect Huang Rong to teach himself the unique skills of Taohua Island.

For him, if he can practice a few tricks at will, first verify whether Huang Rong's evaluation of his "martial arts genius" is true, he will be satisfied.

As for the best martial arts... As a time traveler, are you afraid that you won’t be able to get the best martial arts?

Hidden in Shaolin Temple, written in the cracks of the Lankavatara Sutra, at this point in time, the Nine Yang Divine Arts, which no one knows, is not very difficult to obtain.

In the ancient tomb sect, the cover of a tomb chamber sarcophagus that can be entered from the secret passage of the Dark River is carved. Some of the Nine Yin Scriptures that even the people of the ancient tomb sect have the chance to succeed.

There is also Dugu Sword Tomb outside Xiangyang City, and there is also the opportunity to practice the heavy sword technique under the training of the Divine Condor.

Even the complete version of the "Nine Yin Scriptures" may not fail to succeed.

There are always opportunities for superior martial arts, and Chang Wei is not in a hurry. He just wants to know whether Huang Rong’s evaluation of himself is accurate.

He looked at Huang Rong with great anticipation: "Miss Huang, what martial arts can you teach me?"

"Well, I have to think about it..."

Huang Rong held her chin with her hands, frowned slightly, and pondered: "Most of the martial arts of the different schools that my father collected are too low in grade and are not worthy of your talent. If you teach you randomly, you will be afraid of ruining your foundation and destroying your talent... In this way, I will teach you the only superior kung fu among these different schools of martial arts."

"The only superior skill?" Chang Wei's eyes lit up: "What kind of martial arts is that?"

Huang Rong looked solemn and said word by word: "Iron cloth shirt!"

"Ha?" Chang Wei was stunned: "Iron, iron cloth shirt? This is also considered excellent kung fu?"

"Why don't it count?" Huang Rong said with a pretty glance: "The great disciples and second disciples under my father's sect have also practiced this horizontal practice in addition to their own kung fu! Why do you, a layman who knows martial arts, look down on iron cloth shirts?"

Chang Wei's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

He knew that the two people Huang Rong was talking about were the Black Wind Twin Evil Iron Corpse Plum Chaofeng and the Copper Corpse Chen Xuanfeng.

The two eloping Dongxie disciples were known as bronze and iron bones in their practice of kung fu, and were invulnerable to swords and guns. They looked quite powerful. They could withstand blunt attacks on ordinary acupoints, only hurting but not hurting, but...

Chen Xuanfeng was stabbed by six-year-old Guo Jing and killed instantly. Mei Chaofeng was also blinded by hidden weapons, and later he was even killed by Ouyang Feng's toad skills.

Therefore, the horizontal practice of iron cloth shirts sounds beautiful, but in fact it is not very useful. It is not afraid to stand on the spot and let them beat them when dealing with the seven monsters in Jiangnan. It is even worse in front of real masters.

More importantly...

When he was a child, he watched martial arts dramas and dreamed of martial arts, his idols and fantasy templates were Chu Liuxiang!

White clothes are as beautiful as snow, graceful as the moon, leaving fragrance...

That was the way he fantasized when he was dreaming of martial arts.

Even if you can't be as cool as Chu Liuxiang, you can't at least be inferior to Lao Baibai Zhantang, right?

Shirtless and showing off muscles, an iron cloth shirt for a suitcase...what is this?

Seeing that Chang Wei was so amused that he looked disgusted, Huang Rong couldn't help but hum and curled her lips, "What are you disliked? Do you think the iron cloth shirt I want to teach you is the street-style juggling skills that are broken stones on your chest, right?"

Chang Wei blinked: "Isn't it?"

"Hmph, that kind of martial arts style can't be seen by my father? I won't teach it to my disciples!"

Huang Rong carried her hands on her back, raised her chin, and her pretty face was full of pride: "Listen, the iron cloth shirt my father collected is not an ordinary iron cloth shirt, but a 'Dragon Roar Iron Clothing' created by Yue Wumu's master and great master Zhou Tong! This skill is both internal and external, and after practicing it to a small level, it can be as powerful as a cow, and its tendons are as copper skin as iron, and its whole body is as armor as iron. It is not afraid of ordinary kung fu skills. It can not be hurt even if it is a sword or sword, and it can be produced even if it is a sword, gun, water and fire are not damaged!

Chang Weiqi said: "Really and false? So powerful? Then what level did your father's two apprentices have reached?"

Huang Rong said: "Their posture is limited and they can only practice to a small achievement."

Chang Wei asked again: "What about your father? Have you practiced it?"

Huang Rong snorted: "My father doesn't need to practice the hard work of being beaten. He has always been the only one who beats people, but no one can beat him."

"..." Chang Wei was speechless. If possible, he didn't want to practice this kind of stupid kung fu!

"Anyway, this kung fu is very powerful, and the foundation laid with this kung fu is extremely solid and will not waste your talent."

Huang Rong smiled and said, "Only one thing, this skill requires extremely high standards. My father's favorite disciple, the second disciple, and the martial arts talent are all excellent. But even they can only practice muscles, bones, skin, and can't cultivate body and body qi inside. You can imagine how difficult it is to practice this skill. But you don't have to worry. You are born with strong muscles, strong bones, and all meridians are connected. Whether it is external or internal, it is not a problem! How about it, do you want to learn it?"

Huang Rong was not sure about this. This dragon roar iron cloth shirt is not just Mei Chaofeng, but Chen Xuanfeng will only practice until he is a small success?

In fact, even Master Zhou Tong, who created this technique, only completed theoretical creation. He could not even practice his great success. The so-called "thousand-minded divine power, protective energy" only exists in theoretical deduction.

Huang Rong didn't know this, so she wanted to pass on the only superior kung fu she knew about, not the unique skills of Taohua Island, to Chang Wei. If she knew...

Well, with her naughty character, I'm afraid even if she knows, she will pass on this skill to verify her Changwei's posture.
Chapter completed!