Skill 2: Four Seas Boxing, Peak (consumes five skill points and can be deduced.)
Skill 3: Blood River Sword Technique (Incomplete): Proficient (3/2000), points can be added, and can be completed by deduction.
Looking at the skill book, I can see that my attribute layout information has changed.
Among them, street fighting skills, waist and horse integration, have been integrated into his other skills.
Moreover, the skill is too low-end and will no longer be displayed.
Baili Feihong also paid attention to the application of skill points and gained an additional piece of information.
Deduction skills and make up for the deficiencies.
The functions of the Skill Book are becoming more and more complete.
"From this point of view, skill points cannot be spent indiscriminately."
Baili Feihong looked at the word "deducible skills" and immediately realized that perhaps more powerful martial arts techniques could be deduced through skill points.
"Is Master Zhang here?"
Yang Fei, the master of Rolling Stone Martial Arts Gym, came to visit again.
This guy is really eyeing Sihai Martial Arts School.
I won't give up until I get the Blood River Sword Technique.
"I've met Master Yang. My senior brother has gone to rest."
Baili Feihong grabbed the knife beside him, stood up with a nervous look on his face, and said with trembling lips.
And the vitality of the Four Seas Boxing Technique in his body was suppressed.
There was only a trace of blood leaking out.
A blood martial artist?
"Who are you?"
"Master Wu Sihai, Master's new seventh disciple."
Baili Feihong was polite and saluted with clasped fists.
"Oh? Brother Wu accepts you as his seventh disciple? Why don't I know?"
Yang Fei, the owner of Rolling Stone Martial Arts Gym, sneered.
"It seems that the master of our Sihai Martial Arts School does not need the approval of the master Yang to accept disciples."
Baili Feihong, whose body was trembling, seemed to show his confidence and said something to Yang Fei, the owner of Rolling Stone Martial Arts Gym.
"How presumptuous!!! Your master is no longer here, so let me, your senior, teach you what it means to be respectful to your seniors."
Yang Fei, the master of the Rolling Stone Martial Arts School, looked ferocious, and his whole body was as powerful as a rolling stone. He stepped forward and grabbed Baili Feihong with his big hand like a mountain avalanche and a rolling stone.
The seventh disciple?
The blood in him carries the fierceness of Blood River Sword Technique.
It was obvious that the young man in front of him also knew the blood river sword technique.
Zhang Qianshan, I still have some concerns.
But you, a young boy who appeared out of nowhere, mastered the Blood River Sword Technique, and took you away. What do you think of your senior brother Zhang Ganshan and me?
I'll interrogate you and ask you about bleeding river knife skills, and leave your body intact.
Yang Fei, the master of the Rolling Stone Martial Arts Gym, had a fierce look in his eyes. He would take action whenever he disagreed with others, leaving no room for his juniors to fight back.
"A rolling stone is powerful, and the world is equally powerful!"
"Landslides and rolling rocks, rocks everywhere."
It is an opposing martial art in itself.
but......
"You still have distracting thoughts when you attack me."
Baili Feihong lowered his head and sneered.
The river is surging and the blood is as strong as the sun!!!
Blood River Knife Technique, the fourth form.
By the time Yang Fei, the owner of the Rolling Stone Martial Arts Gym, noticed something unusual, it was too late.
The blood is like a river, and the sword's light is like the red sun.
Gather your momentum and draw your sword, all in one thought.
Yang Fei, the owner of Rolling Stone Martial Arts Gym, was not given any room to respond.
"Ah~~~"
Cut off an arm with a knife.
The outstretched hand of Yang Fei, the master of the Rolling Stone Martial Arts Gym, was cut off by the lightning-like Blood River Knife Technique.
Fierce, ruthless, indifferent!
There was no hesitation, he made a decisive move and stopped the enemy's reverie.
Yang Fei, the master of the Rolling Stone Martial Arts Gym, held the broken part of the wound with one hand, looked pale, and quickly backed away.
"Mr. Yang, I heard that Western medical clinics have the technique to reattach a broken arm. Let's see if you have such a fate."
Baili Feihong sheathed his sword, powerful blood lingering around him, he looked at Rolling Stone Martial Arts Gym owner Yang Fei coldly and said coldly.
"Are you cheating on me?! You are not a first-blood martial artist at all!!"
Rolling Stone Hall owner Yang Fei roared.
"To deal with an experienced martial artist like you, I think I don't have enough fighting experience. However, this is also the advantage of young people. You old martial artists like to look down on others. This knife did not chop off your head, but I cut off your hand in repayment for your greed and for stretching your hand too far."
Baili Feihong said expressionlessly.
But the blood energy in his body condensed, and there was a faint connection between the river and the sea. The blood energy in his body turned into the atmosphere of a blood knife, covering Yang Fei, the owner of the Rolling Stone Hall.
"Okay, it's really good. Wu Sihai took in a good apprentice, and even after he died, he hid his skills."
The owner of the Rolling Stone Hall looked pale as he endured the pain. He pinched the blood vessels in his right arm with his palm and cut off the flow of blood.
Otherwise, a simple broken arm and bleeding could kill him.
He picked up his arm and walked out of Sihai Martial Arts Hall in embarrassment.
Baili Feihong breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing the skill book, Blood River Knife Technique adds nearly 120 experience points.
One use of the sword actually gave him a new understanding of the Blood River Sword Technique.
"Can I also gain experience by fighting?"
He thought about the night he killed Mrs. Zhang Fuxiang.
It didn't exist at that time.
No, I should say that I did not use the Four Seas Fist to kill people.
Moreover, the Four Seas Boxing Technique has been cultivated to its peak.
Therefore, it has no reference value.
This battle is of great significance.
It seemed that Baili Feihong saw the possibility of rapidly increasing his experience points.
"No wonder there is a martial arts stage for fighting in the martial arts hall. Only actual combat can best temper martial arts."
Baili Feihong hummed.
Hearing the sound of deep sleep, Baili Feihong breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, they began to clean up the mourning hall and wash away the blood on the floor.
This is the mourning hall of Master Wu Sihai. It is not good to see blood.
"Master, your soul is in heaven, don't blame me for messing up your mourning hall. After all, I also did my part to protect the Sihai Martial Arts Hall."
After this time, no one should disturb Sihai Martial Arts School.
Because they knew that the Blood River Sword Technique had a successor.
Being able to break the arm of Yang Fei, the master of Rolling Stone Martial Arts School, means that he can also cut them.
It is even more difficult to obtain the Blood River Sword Technique.
Sit quietly in the mourning hall, close your eyes and meditate, and keep replaying the realization of the knife just now in your mind.
This can also be regarded as a kind of practice, a deeper understanding of the Blood River Sword Technique.
Experience increases slowly.
After the third watch, Zhang Qianshan woke up again.
"Junior Brother Feihong, I'm sorry to help you."
"Sixth Senior Brother, you're too polite. If you teach me the Blood River Sword Technique, you can be regarded as acting as a master and accepting a disciple. Although it is not official, in my heart I already regard myself as the seventh internal disciple of the Sihai Martial Arts School."
Baili Feihong was right in what he said.
He got the internal information from Sihai Martial Arts School.
Even if you don't become a master, you are still an internal disciple.
"If Master were still alive, he would be ecstatic looking at you."
Zhang Qianshan sighed, "Junior brother, go home, I am here."
"good."
Baili Feihong put aside the broadsword placed between his knees.
Zhang Qianshan didn't pay much attention, he just thought Baili Feihong was holding the sword to build up his courage.
Until Baili Feihong left, Zhang Qianshan's heart became peaceful and he noticed something abnormal.
"The smell of blood?"
There was a very faint smell of blood lingering in the mourning hall.
Zhang Ganshan picked up the big knife and pushed it away. The cold light flashed, but nothing could be seen. He put his nose to the edge and sniffed, but there was a trace of blood and water vapor.
"Junior brother, what did you do with my knife?"
Ominous thoughts appeared in Zhang Qianshan's mind.
But it was quickly dispersed.
With Baili Feihong's performance in the past two days, he has begun to regard him as his true junior brother.
rather than apprenticeship level.
Maybe he stayed behind to help him deal with his master's funeral affairs.
Zhang Qianshan chose to hand over the Blood River Sword Technique to Baili Feihong for safekeeping.