Chapter 119: Iron Generation Skills
Chapter 119: Iron Generation Skills
Outside the Hall of Bravery.
He Qianhu took a step forward, and the floor cracked into several pieces. The iron shirt was just a martial art he picked up to protect himself. At this moment, his entire right hand was surrounded by a strong aura, like a sharp claw. When he raised his hand and swung it down, a buzzing sound that could break gold and jade broke out.
Top-grade martial arts: Dragon Claw.
When one reaches the middle-grade martial artist level, his true energy can already be released from the body. This time, when he strikes the dragon, the edge of the dragon claw is as sharp as that of a precious sword.
Jiang He watched the figures approaching him. Neither of them chose the weapons on the weapon rack. Due to his agility value of 13 points, in his eyes, the opponent's speed was a little slow, somewhat similar to the slow movements during normal martial arts practice.
As soon as a punch is thrown, the tremendous force of Ming Jin is released.
Jiang He hit the opponent's wrist with incredible speed, and the Dragon Claw seemed to break in the middle. The strong wind instantly dissipated into nothingness, and then he threw another punch, aiming directly at the heart.
He Qianhu felt pain in his wrist, his blood boiling, and his face became ferocious. He immediately adjusted his position and forcibly took the punch with his heart. Then he swung his right hand for the second time, and the dragon claw reappeared with terrifying force. As a mid-level martial artist, he also mastered the technique of Ming Jin.
boom!
A hard touch came from the end of his fist, and Jiang He felt like he was hitting iron. Martial arts are divided into minor success and major success, representing the ease of use and a thorough understanding respectively.
The dragon claw attacked, Jiang He loosened his fist into a palm, and then suddenly hit with the base of his palm. A powerful force burst out from his wrist, using the obvious force on the surface and the hidden force on the inside, working in two ways at the same time.
One day, the inside and the outside will merge into one, and the power of transformation will naturally arise.
The huge force made He Qianhu stagger backwards uncontrollably. A dark and deep strange force penetrated his body and swept through his limbs and bones, causing his own Ming Jin force to be completely disrupted and disintegrated. The dragon claw wind dissipated in an instant.
The hidden power of a top-grade martial artist is absolutely superior to the visible power of a middle-grade martial artist.
He Qianhu gritted his teeth and held on. His left hand overflowed with true energy, forming a tiger's head. His right hand was filled with strong winds and his dragon claws were sharp. When his fists and claws were thrown out together, the momentum was astonishing.
The Dragon Capturing Claw and the Tiger Subduing Fist complement each other. If He Qianhu is promoted to a top-grade martial artist and develops the secret skill of the Dragon Capturing Claw and the Tiger Subduing Fist, its power will be increased exponentially.
With the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, Jiang He delivered a rough straight punch. The green and red energy swept forward without any skill. The moment it touched the strong wind and true essence, the excellent level of corrosive power quickly annihilated it, and the tip of the fist imprinted on the opponent's chest.
The hidden force rushed in like seawater, and a large hole that was transparent from front to back suddenly appeared in He Qianhu's chest.
Jiang He punched his opponent on the forehead again, and kept punching, smashing half of the skull. He then followed up with a knife-like punch, and with the ferocious corrosive force, he cut off the man's head in an instant.
He Qianhu's headless body fell to the ground, his death was horrible to behold, and the iron shirt's defense was as fragile as thin paper in the face of corrosion.
In the shadows, the black figure who was serving the palace remained silent. Ping Luan Bo clearly demonstrated his dark energy skills, but the opponent's aura remained at the level of a mid-level warrior. Combined with the previous abnormalities in Chengxuan Tower, a terrible guess quietly emerged.
After just a few rounds, Captain He, a perfect middle-grade warrior, was killed. General Chen had a gloomy expression. The man attacked so quickly that he didn't even have the chance to open his mouth to stop him. He almost gritted his teeth at the pain of losing a loyal general for no gain.
"Master Bo will be promoted to the upper rank soon."
A general had a slightly unhappy look on his face. After killing Captain He in public, Ping Luan Bo had basically cut himself off from the camps of the four generals. From now on, this guy was a lone minister, and lone ministers often acted violently. In order to seek credit and reward, they would definitely kill someone.
It was not until this moment tonight that King Anbei finally had a real smile on his face.
"Your uncle unfortunately passed away. Since I am a generation older than you, I will choose a name for you a few years in advance. Since the halberd has pacified the calamities and the crops are growing strong, how about giving you a name that will not bring disaster?"
I'll shoot you... Jiang He clasped his fists with a normal expression. It was a pity that every word in this occasion was a formal statement, otherwise this guy would not have taken advantage so easily. The seniority of a generation above him meant a greater status advantage.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
All the soldiers looked envious, to give a youngster a name in this situation was equivalent to stamping his status as a direct descendant. The prince actually loved the Earl of Ping Luan so much. However, mastering the hidden power meant that there was a high possibility that he would become a top-grade warrior. By then, he would be able to fight against hundreds of armored soldiers. He was indeed worth winning over.
The black shadow appeared again and handed four bronze medals to Jiang He.
"Uncle, please follow me."
After the two men left, King Anbei led his soldiers back to the Xiaoyong Hall to continue the interrupted banquet.
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Chengxuan Building. Jiang He strolled on the second floor. The middle-grade martial arts here were all-encompassing, but for him, none of them could significantly improve his combat power.
"We have to find a core."
Jiang He thought of He Qianhu's Iron Shirt just now. This skill mainly strengthens the forebody and has decent defense. Without using corrosive energy and the Long Sorrow Spear, his ordinary attacks are actually not very effective.
The black shadow followed behind him. Being alone with the grandmaster who seemed to have been reborn in another person's body made him feel a little anxious.
An hour later, Jiang He had ten more martial arts manuals in his hands, all of which were from the Iron Generation.
Iron head kung fu, iron crotch kung fu, iron bridge kung fu, iron shirt, iron tire kung fu...
The shadow was stunned for a moment, "Master, you can't finish practicing. This kind of shallow hard skills requires repeated practice in winter and summer. It requires repeatedly destroying the body and then restoring the body to be effective. With your qualifications, you don't need to wait for time to cultivate. Mastering the hidden power will make you a top-grade martial artist in just a few years, and your martial arts exceed the number of bronze orders."
"Are you an old man?" Jiang He asked.
The shadow was confused, "No."
"Go and tell the prince that I want to take these ten books away."
Jiang He took the Iron-Generation martial arts books. He was not interested in exchanging them one by one. He went back and forth repeatedly during this period, which also happened to test the tolerance of King Anbei.
The black shadow left for the Hall of Bravery and returned half a minute later.
"My Lord, the prince said that you can only take nine books."
Jiang He nodded. King Anbei didn't care about a few mid-level martial arts books. After all, the whole building belonged to the king's palace. But he obviously didn't want to tolerate his bottom line being broken again and again. The number of nine books was essentially a warning.
After the selection was over, Jiang He stuffed back a copy of Iron Back Kung Fu, a martial art that had a lot in common with Iron Shirt.
Leaving Chengxuan Tower again, the banquet in Xiaoyong Hall was coming to an end.
Jiang He did not join in the fun, but went out to the Pingluan Earl's Mansion next door. Although he, the nominal owner, was not there, the servants, maids, and guards inside were still able to keep the mansion running normally.
……
At the same time, in the study of Yan Mansion.
The head of the Yan family took a sip of the cliff rain-fall tea from Suzhou and Hangzhou. The tea trees that produce this tea are very unique. They are distributed on the cliffs and only sprout when it rains. The leaves fall when the rain stops. If you want to pick the tea, you need to take great risks.
Behind him, the shadow worshiper reported the movements of the palace.
Opposite the desk, a young man in brocade robe closed his eyes and rested.
"What name did the King of Anbei choose for the Earl of Pingluan?"
“That’s something new.”
"The thousand households are dead, and from now on the two nobles are tied together."
"In that case, let's give Ping Luan Bo a taste of his own medicine."
The worshipper shadow left quietly.
The head of the Yan family advised his eldest son, "It is the Jianchi Mountain Sword Contest that is held once every twenty years. There are many people from all over the world. You should not go out recently. You never know if there will be some extraordinary people. You have to continue practicing. If our Yan family can produce a great master, the thousand-year inheritance will be stable."
The young man was helpless: "Father, repeatedly robbing and killing land merchant caravans, even though there is canal shipping as a cover, it is too risky."
The head of the Yan family rebuked him coldly: "Fool, without the five living organs, how can you practice the magic of the Five Organs Monk? There is no need to mention this matter again. Your grandfather also acquiesced."
The young man sighed.
(End of this chapter)