In the endless courtyard.

In the martial arts gym in the backyard, Zhang Rongfang punched out his fists like raindrops, and the shadows of all the fists gathered together to form a strange and special formation.

This move is called turning clouds and rain.

It is a training method in Jinshi Gong that can harden the muscles, skin and bones of the arms to the greatest extent.

He couldn't understand the specific principle, but it seemed that as long as different fist shadow formations were gathered together, different qi and blood training effects could be produced.

I heard from Zuo Han that the Jinshi Gong seems to have originated from the part about the Jinshi Formation in Liufanyue Dian.

Several generations of Moon Kings have studied natural formations, understood the principles of stone formations, and incorporated hard skills into boxing techniques.

Finally, it was integrated into the Liufanyue Canon and listed as a separate branch, which is called Jinshi Gong.

At this time, Zhang Rongfang stirred up his qi and blood and felt that the total amount of qi and blood in his body was almost twice as much as it was ten days ago.

In just half a month, his flesh and blood replenishment increased to seventy-three, and it seemed that some kind of wonderful changes had occurred in his body.

This change is still brewing, and it seems that the source is the purple-red sarcoma in the middle of the back.

Zhang Rongfang carefully understood the subtleties of Jinshi Gong.

This skill looks rough, but is actually quite detailed inside.

Many contemporary hard skills, no matter what the skills are, will face a problem if they are practiced to the extreme.

That means the orifice cannot be defended.

Eyes, ears, mouth, nose and lower body.

No matter how hard you practice, these holes cannot be exercised.

But Jinshi Gong provides a new method.

Obviously, many talented seniors have thought hard about this and come up with ways to make up for it.

That's muscle control!

Zhang Rongfang recalled the words of Professor Zuo Han.

‘The essence of metal and stone skills is actually to control flesh and blood. Flesh and flesh have two forms: one is hard and the other is soft.

What we have to do is to practice hard work to the extreme. If we practice it to the extreme, where is there no flesh and blood in the body? The flesh and blood itself becomes the strongest defense. That is the highest state of hard work.'

These words may seem cryptic, but they are actually what they say.

The holes in the body are inherently fatal points and cannot be avoided.

But we can train the muscles around the hole to be extremely hard, so that they can become shields and protect vital points.

Zhang Rongfang deeply agrees.

He saw with his own eyes that Lao Zuo controlled his ears to close down, blocking the ear holes.

I also saw that Zuo Han's eyelids were much thicker than those of ordinary people, and they were extremely hard to the touch, as if he were touching crocodile-like scales.

This level of exaggeration made him...

"Huh? What scent?"

Suddenly, a faint aroma penetrated Zhang Rongfang's nostrils, interrupting his train of thought.

Inside the martial arts hall.

He slowly retracted his move and stopped.

I looked around.

He happened to see the figure of the maid Fuxiang walking in from a distance outside the courtyard gate and approaching him.

"Didn't I say that no one is allowed to disturb me when I'm practicing martial arts?" Zhang Rongfang's expression darkened.

"I'm sorry, Daozi, I didn't come to disturb you,"

Fuxiang spoke softly, slowly raised his head and looked around.

"I'm here...to take you on the road!! Let's catch you without any help!!"

His tone changed suddenly.

Suddenly he stepped on the ground, like a golden eagle swooping down to hunt the deer on the ground.

Bang!

The ground cracked.

Cheng Hui's movement was fierce, with one claw of his bare hand and the Great Jue Yin Palm, he arrived in front of Zhang Rongfang in the blink of an eye.

'Follow me like a shadow!'

This move is a limit-breaking killer move in the Great Jueyin Palm. It covers all the calculated evasion routes of the opponent with its versatile and agile moves.

So that it is inevitable.

The Great Jueyin Palm is an excellent martial art for sneak attacks, assassinations, and arrests.

This limit-breaking technique takes this characteristic to the extreme.

With one move, Zhang Ying will be captured immediately, making him lose the ability to resist, and then...

Swish.

Cheng Hui's eyes were dazzled. The trick he thought he was sure to hit just now turned out to be a complete failure.

The calm smile on his face suddenly froze, and an extremely unpleasant feeling surged into his heart.

Immediately, he struck back, unfolding the Jin Peng Secret Record Movement Technique, using the Xuan Ying Iron Hand Kung Fu at full range, with his five fingers as hard as iron and like sharp blades, and struck the side of his body with one move.

Swish.

Strangely, this move failed again.

Zhang Rongfang, on the other hand, just crossed his arms, stood upright, and tilted his head.

"How... how is it possible!!?" The uncertainty in Cheng Hui's heart became more and more serious.

Information about Zhang Ying flashed through his mind repeatedly.

No problem at all!

But now, what on earth is going on!?

How could a person in his thirties still have such martial arts and body skills while practicing literary arts to the Nascent Soul stage?!

He considered himself to be extremely talented, and he was also dedicated. He first completed the Golden Roc Secret Record, and then also practiced other martial arts.

As for the rest of the people, even the top geniuses and inheritors of the major forces, none of them could reach the speed of his current movement in their thirties!?

Cheng Hui was anxious.

His movement became more and more rapid. For a moment, the speed of his figure, combined with the Great Jue Yin Palm, hit Zhang Rongfang like a violent storm.

One after another palm shadows, one after another sharp claws, even if you are a master, this is the speed.

It can be said that Cheng Hui at this time has reached the level of a mortal grandmaster in terms of pure speed, both in terms of movement speed and shooting speed.

but....

No matter how hard he tries.

None of them could touch Zhang Rongfang, who seemed to be so close in front of him.

Whenever he took action, Zhang Rong would calmly move out of the way.

It was as if he already knew where he was going to attack.

This strange and uncomfortable feeling of suffocation made Cheng Hui involuntarily think of a terrible possibility.

He had seen this happen to other people before.

And that person is the Grandmaster!!

"No! You are not Zhang Ying at all! Who are you!!?" He took a step back and stared at the other person in disbelief.

Zhang Rongfang didn't bother to answer his questions at all.

"Anymore?"

"If not, then you are useless."

He stretched his muscles.

"Although I am already very full, having a dessert after exercise is a good way to relax."

He could already smell a trace of fragrance wafting from the other person's body.

That was not the scent of women's aromatherapy. By now, Zhang Rongfang could clearly distinguish which ones were aromatherapy, which ones were body fragrance, and which ones were the scent of flesh and blood.

But now, he was 100% sure that what he smelled was the scent of flesh and blood on the other person's body.

"Dessert!?!?" The unknown in Cheng Hui's heart became more and more urgent.

As Zhang Rongfang's gaze swept over his entire body, large goosebumps appeared on all the skin unconsciously.
To be continued...