Li Muchan trained with everyone. He galloped on the martial arts field and shot arrows while galloping. His archery skills were excellent and everyone cheered.
Li Muchan has been practicing flying knives since he was a child, and his accuracy is very good. Among the people, most of them have become monks in the middle. Even those who have practiced archery since they were young are not as subtle as him.
He also learned Feiyun Arrow, and after a long period of accumulation, he became extremely accomplished in archery.
Chi Ying is really smart and has a tacit understanding with him. Whenever he has an idea, Chi Ying can feel it and do it consciously without having to take any action.
However, Li Muchan discovered that these knights were physically stronger than ordinary people. If he hadn't practiced the Twelve Strengths since he was a child, and became extremely powerful, he would really have become a weakling.
They sat on horses and fired arrows, the strings sounded like thunderbolts, and their momentum was amazing, especially Feng Dakun and the bearded man. Both of them were masters and had extraordinary strength.
Seeing this, Li Muchan no longer hid his strength, and the arrow hit the target with perfect accuracy, which also showed his great strength. He understood that the army is not inferior to the civilians, and they value strength.
Moreover, without his deep internal strength, his current abilities are ordinary. Not to mention the captain, even Li Luoquan is a master of tyranny. If he keeps a low profile and hides it, he will never want to become a general.
Look at the knights around them. They are all strong, strong and vigorous. They are just ordinary soldiers. Those generals must be even more amazing.
Moreover, having infinite strength is just a natural talent, and it is not surprising. Feng Dakun was born with great strength, far superior to ordinary people, although he was dwarfed by him.
In addition to archery, Li Baolu also enthusiastically taught him some moves, such as turning over on the horse, hiding in the horse's belly, standing up on the horse, and doing somersaults, which were just like acrobatics.
Li Muchan studied hard, but he didn't learn quickly and often fell off his horse. At this time, the beauty of practicing the magical power of Vajra Indestructibility appeared. The fall only hurt a little, but did not hurt his body.
Everyone looked at it in admiration and envied Feng Dakun and the others. They had found a good young man who would do great things in the future and would definitely become a strong opponent.
The three of them, Feng Dakun and Yourong, were smiling and feeling proud.
Li Muchan followed the three of them, feeling the mood of the people around him, and soon found a tall and burly young man with an ashen face, glaring at him coldly from a distance, with strong hostility.
Li Muchan was about to turn around and ask, but at this moment, Zhao Shengli's loud voice rang out: "Monk, come here quickly, I've seen the chief teacher!"
Li Muchan turned around and saw an old man standing next to Zhao Shengli, wearing a black robe and tall and tall, looking at him quietly.
Li Muchan reined in Chi Ying, who was scratching his front hooves restlessly. He was getting excited and didn't want to stop. Li Muchan got off the horse, threw the reins away, and let him play by himself.
He strode to Zhao Shengli and said, "Boss Zhao."
He glanced at the old man. His face was square and upright, but his expression was a bit dull, his eyebrows were solemn, and his eyes were focused and deep.
Li Muchan secretly thought to himself that this old man's heart was extremely peaceful and there was no disturbance at all. He didn't meet many such people. Master Yin Ming was one of them, and so were his master and senior sister. The former had a peaceful mind and the latter had mysterious skills.
He guessed that this old man was the former, with a stable and calm mind.
Zhao Shengli glared and hummed: "Look at you looking like this, why don't you put on armor!?"
Li Muchan is now in a very embarrassed state, with his body covered in mud and dust.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. I have rough skin and thick flesh. I'll be fine if I fall a few times."
"Why are you so anxious? There will be time for you to learn in the future!" Zhao Shengli snorted, turned to the old man and smiled: "Master, I'll excuse you."
The old man in black robe looked at Li Muchan for a few times, nodded, and stretched out his hand. Li Muchan felt a surge of suction. He subconsciously sank and immediately stopped walking.
The old man in black robe narrowed his eyes, nodded, took two steps, reached out and grabbed Li Muchan's right wrist, put three fingers on it, and squinted his eyes to observe silently.
Li Muchan felt an inner force as gentle as the wind, passing through his body in threads. Not only his meridians, but every part of his body and every cell seemed to be passed through. It was very comfortable.
After a while, the old man in black robe slowly opened his eyes, let go of his hand, and nodded: "Not bad."
Zhao Shengli was overjoyed and said hurriedly: "Chief Instructor, what kind of kungfu should he practice?"
The old man in black robe pondered for a moment and said: "Let's fly bear paw."
"Okay, flying bear paw is good!" Zhao Shengli was overjoyed and nodded hurriedly.
Seeing how happy he was, Li Muchan imagined that this flying bear's paw was quite powerful.
The old man in black robe said: "He is stronger than ordinary people, has thick skin and flesh, and is similar to a bear. He can get twice the result with half the effort by practicing Flying Bear Palm. Is your name Mingkong?"
"Yes, Chief Teacher." Li Muchan tithes.
The old man in black robe said calmly: "Well, starting from tomorrow, I will teach you the flying bear's paw in the morning."
"Thank you, Professor Xi." Li Muchan bowed again.
The old man in black robe waved his hand, nodded to Zhao Shengli, turned around and left slowly.
Watching him leave, Zhao Shengli laughed loudly: "What a good boy, you can actually learn to fly with a bear's paw, it's amazing, it's really amazing, haha..."
Feng Dakun and the other three came over, and Li Baolu hurriedly asked: "Boss Zhao, the monk wants to practice flying bear paws?"
"Not bad!" Zhao Shengli nodded and hummed: "You also know about Flying Bear Claws?"
"Hehe, I don't know, I think he is very powerful." Li Baolu scratched his head and said with a silly smile.
Feng Dakun frowned and thought for a while: "Listening to this name, he must be powerful... Mr. Zhao, how is this palm technique?"
Cai Yuzhang said: "Our military martial arts can be divided into three levels, named after real objects, named after animals, or named after things in the sky... Flying Bear's Paw is the second level, right?"
Zhao Shengli patted Cai Yuzhang on the shoulder and praised him: "Xiao Cai knows better! ... This flying bear paw is considered the second level. I am practicing Fierce Tiger Fist now, and I only learned it after becoming the Fire Chief!"
Cai Yuzhang said: "It seems that the monk's body is very strong and he can directly practice the second level."
After Li Muchan inquired about it, he learned that there are three levels of martial arts in the army. The first level is to lay the foundation, which is mainly to temper the body and make it strong. This is exactly what Feng Dakun and the other three are practicing.
At the second level, you start to truly practice martial arts and develop your inner strength.
The third level is the top secret skill. The power can penetrate the body and even turn into substance. This is just a legend. It seems that the general has such cultivation.
However, the general is far away in Tianjing and cannot be seen by ordinary people. No one knows whether it is true or false.
Li Muchan suddenly realized that he had practiced the Vajra Indestructible Magic Technique, and his body was extremely tempered. With such quality and solid foundation, he naturally did not need to practice the first level of martial arts.
Everyone practiced riding and shooting in the morning, and in the afternoon they practiced single-target combat skills, including swordsmanship and spear skills, which were taught by a middle-aged man named Zhang Jiaoxi.
Zhang Jiaoxi is tall and thin, with piercing eyes and a strong aura exuding from his whole body.
The moves of swordsmanship and spearmanship are very simple. There are five swordsmanship styles: chopping, cutting, swinging, stabbing, and belting.
There are also three types of marksmanship, blocking, holding, and stabbing. There are no tricks, it is simple and direct. The key is proficiency. Practice makes perfect, and only then can you get started.
Li Muchan struggled to learn the exquisite moves. It was most suitable to practice this kind of martial arts. He was like a fish in water. He learned it quickly and practiced with everyone.
Under the scorching sun, they were shirtless on the martial arts training ground. About two hundred people lined up in formation, holding knives in their hands, practicing each move according to Coach Zhang's energetic commands.
Zhang Jiaoxi held a soft whip, about the thickness of chopsticks, and walked back and forth among the people while drinking commands with a voice as loud as thunder.
His gaze was like an eagle, and he swept past two hundred people. Anyone who was lazy or didn't use his full strength in his moves could be seen at a glance, and it was just a whip, which was heart-wrenching.
Taking the group as a unit, with a certain distance between groups, Li Muchan followed Zhao Shengli and imitated him in swinging his sword, using his full strength in every move.
The long knife made a hissing sound, splitting the air, and the sound was astonishing.
Zhang Jiaoxi looked at him twice, his expression was calm and nothing unusual, as if he was used to it. After a while, everyone was sweating profusely, but Li Muchan remained calm.
The magical power of his Vajra Indestructibility was fully demonstrated, his internal organs were strong, and his Qi pulse was long. Even though he practiced hard all afternoon, he still didn't feel tired.
Zhang Jiaoxi flicked his whip, and there was a crisp sound in the air. Everyone stopped and let out a long sigh.
Li Muchan followed suit and turned to look at Zhang Jiaoxi, only to see him waving his hand and saying in a loud voice: "Mingkong, come here! Come here!"
Without hesitation, Li Muchan strode through the crowd, came to him, and titheed him: "Zhang Jiaoxi!"
Zhang Jiaoxi waved his hand and said impatiently: "Okay, I will use military salutes from now on... You are a monk, but when you get here you are a soldier, do you understand?"
"Yes!" Li Muchan straightened his body and put his right hand on his chest.
Teacher Zhang nodded with satisfaction: "I see that you are quite strong and a good young man, but unfortunately your sword skills are not good and are too raw... Come on, let's show off!"
"Yes!" Li Muchan responded, slashing down with his sword as fast as lightning.
Teacher Zhang tilted his head, avoided it lightly, and shouted loudly: "Too slow! Too slow! Go faster!"
Li Muchan twisted his waist, and there was another arc of light, making a hissing sound, a minute faster than before.
Zhang Jiaoxi jumped back, just in time to pass the tip of the knife, and said loudly: "It's too slow, the connection is not smooth, and you will be dead on the battlefield!"
Li Muchan took a step forward and stabbed forward with the tip of the knife. Zhang Jiaoxi twisted his waist and dodged again.
Li Muchan led him forward step by step, his sword pressing closely at him, but he was like a ball of floating catkins, drifting with the wind of his sword. No matter how long the sword was like lightning, it could not touch him.
Li Muchan attacked nearly a hundred moves at once, but he remained calm and composed. Zhang Jiaoxi did not show any signs of fatigue. Between attacking and dodging, Li Muchan's sword skills continued to improve.
His inner strength is hidden, but his understanding of the moves is still there. When he created the Nine Swords from the Nine Palms, his understanding of swordsmanship is deep in his bones.
Although it is a sword technique and the number of steps is different, there is always some help and it can be understood faster.
"Okay, stop!" Zhang Jiaoxi shouted and jumped out of the circle.
Li Muchan put away his sword and stood there, thoughtfully, thinking about the improvement of the sword technique. Although there were only five styles, each one had its own tricks when used.
"Good sword skills!" A loud shout rang out, and people turned to look. A tall and burly young man in the crowd was smiling. He had a handsome appearance, sword-shaped eyebrows and bright eyes, and his demeanor was far better than that of Li Muchan.
He raised his voice and said: "Zhang Jiaoxi, I want to learn two moves from him, how about that?"
Zhang Jiaoxi glanced at Li Muchan, who nodded slightly.
"Okay, get the iron wood sword!" Zhang Jiaoxi said in a loud voice.
Even though they were far apart, Li Muchan could still feel the murderous intention of this young man. He frowned secretly. This man was too narrow-minded. He wanted to kill himself because he stole his limelight?
Zhao Shengli trotted to the sidelines, picked up two long black knives from the weapon rack, ran to Li Muchan, and whispered: "Monk, be careful, you stole this guy's limelight, he will teach him a lesson."
If you are really outmatched, just admit defeat loudly!"
"Yes." Li Muchan nodded.
Zhao Shengli held another knife and watched the tall young man approaching. He handed over the long black knife and hummed: "Yue Feihu, you are so majestic!"
Yue Feihu weighed the long sword and smiled slightly: "Zhao Tietou, do you want me to teach you some tricks?"
Zhao Shengli sneered a few times, turned away, and retreated to Feng Dakun and the others.
Li Muchan frowned. It seemed that Boss Zhao couldn't please Yue Feihu. Otherwise, according to Zhao's temper, he would have yelled and scolded him long ago.
Li Muchan's body shook slightly and he completely relaxed. He was thinking about using his sword to activate his sword skills and use the Nine Swords of the Sea to deal with him.
Looking at this Yue Fei walking like a tiger and a tiger with a strong momentum, and his muscles are like one when walking, he is obviously far better than Feng Dakun and the others, and not inferior to Zhao Tou'er.
"Yue Feihu, Mingkong, are you two ready?" Zhang Jiaoxi shook his whip and hummed in a deep voice.
The two nodded, and Zhang Jiaoxi gave it a sharp swoop, making a crisp "pop" sound, and he shouted: "Start!"
"Hoo!" With a roar, Yue Feihu rushed over. He and the sword became one. He raised the long sword with both hands and slashed straight down. His momentum could split the rocks.
Li Muchan bent his legs, twisted his waist and raised them diagonally, to meet the opponent head-on.
There was a muffled "pop" sound, and the two knives collided. The long knife flew up, rolled several times in the air and fell to the ground.
Li Muchan drew his knife and took a step back, smiling slightly: "I accept it!"
Yue Feihu stared at Li Muchan with empty hands, his face full of disbelief. After a while, he suddenly turned around and left the martial arts field.
People were whispering to each other and staring at Li Muchan with different expressions.
"Haha!" Zhao Shengli laughed, strode forward, and slapped Li Muchan heavily on the shoulder: "What a good boy, what a good boy, you are so impressive!"
Zhang Jiaoxi shook his head and flicked his whip: "Okay, that's it for today, let's break up!"
The crowd suddenly dispersed and surrounded him.
Zhao Shengli and the other three took Li Muchan and left, returning to the tent.