The Wukong Technique was the first choice of martial arts for paleo martial artists who entered the realm of master.
Flying, that was the dream of mankind for thousands of years.
The temptation of flying was something that even ancient martial arts practitioners at the Master Realm would find it hard to resist.
Being able to fly in the sky often represented whether a martial artist had entered the realm of martial dao master.
The longer Hashimoto Nagashiro spent with Qin Fen, the more he felt lucky that he was not in the same era as Qin Fen.
Qin Fen only took one day to fly off the ground with the Wukong Technique, which could fulfill the human dream of flying.
Hashimoto Nagashiro had heard of people who could use the Wukong Technique to fly off the ground in just one day, but he had never heard of anyone who could use the Wukong Technique very skillfully in just one day.
In a week's time, Hashimoto Nagashiro still remembered that it took him a whole week to really master the Wukong Technique and could fly freely and skillfully, but Qin Fen only took less than two days.
In martial dao, a difference of one second was not a small gap. If it was a few days apart, the gap could only be really clear between martial artists.
"Kid, you are really a monster." Hashimoto Nagashiro sat on the ground with his legs crossed and looked at Qin Fen who had landed, "In such a short time, you can fly freely."
Qin Fen's feet touched the ground and shook his head gently. This kind of free flying might be very good in the eyes of ordinary people, but in a real battle between martial artists, the effect was really too little.
Although the fifteen-star Stellar-level martial artist was also a martial dao master, his speed when using the Wukong Technique was not very fast because of the amount of true energy.
At least in front of Thundersteps, the fifteen-star martial dao master's Wukong Technique was not much different from a tortoise crawling.
With this kind of speed, he might be able to block Qilin's second finger sword, but what about the third, fourth, or even fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth time?
How could the martial arts of Godly Fists only be used for defense? The foundation of Qin Fen's Godly Fists was offense. There was no better defense than offense in this world.
After fighting with the strongest Qilin on Earth twice, Qin Fen found that his gains from the fierce battles were not as much as when he fought with Bae Seong-Joon and Kyokushin Kouten.
"I have to fly faster, even just a little bit faster."
Qin Fen sat cross-legged and thought about it seriously. Simulating the Origin Suppressing Vajra Art was a good method. It was just that he needed to use both arts at the same time. Plus, he would have to split his attention during the battle. Indeed, a certain amount of training was necessary.
On the mountainside of Qilin Mountain, Song Zhenting stared at Qin Fen at the foot of the mountain for a few seconds before he turned around and disappeared into the woods, leaving only a few words floating in the air, "It seems that he will go up the mountain again soon."
"Qin Fen is here?"
Song Jia opened her eyes and jumped down from the praying mat. Her light purple qipao accentuated her curvaceous figure.
Over the past year, after Song Jia entered the explosive period of strength, not only did her star-class strength increase continuously, but her figure also became more mature and attractive than before as she grew older. The opening of her cheongsam swayed with the breeze, and her pair of extremely attractive long legs could be seen.
"He's here." Song Zhenting's eyes, in addition to the radiance of a loving father, also contained a hint of happiness. "However, he has already been knocked unconscious by your grandfather twice and thrown down the mountain."
A video of Qin Fen's previous battle floated in Song Jia's room. The time of the two battles added together was only a few seconds, but the scene of the fierce battle was enough to make Song Jia smack her lips.
Over the past year, Song Jia had been working hard to improve her star-class strength. In addition to accumulating the strength to resist her grandfather, she also didn't want to be left behind by Qin Fen's strength. She didn't expect that Qin Fen had already stepped into this level of strength.
"Ahh …." Song Jia watched as Qin Fen was knocked unconscious. His body drew an arc in the air before finally tumbling down the mountain. Song Jia couldn't help but let out a cry of alarm and worry. Her two beautiful eyebrows quickly drew closer to the center of her eyebrows, and her cherry red lips pouted together. "Why is Grandpa so ruthless? Bully! I am very dissatisfied … "
Song Zhenting looked at his beloved daughter's cute appearance and then looked at Qin Fen in the projection. His pair of big hands unconsciously clenched into fists as a bit of unhappiness appeared between his eyebrows. Could it be that this Qin Fen has learned witchcraft? My daughter usually looks down on everyone, but she was abducted by this kid. When father is done beating him up, if he doesn't die, I will also beat him up a few times! He must be beaten up for abducting my daughter who is as beautiful as a flower and jade that I have painstakingly raised!
"Dad, what's wrong with Qin Fen now?"
Song Zhenting looked at Song Jia's nervous appearance and sighed in his heart. My daughter has really grown up and her elbows are helping an outsider! No way! Next time, I might as well make a move before father and beat him up first!
"He's still alive and kicking," Wang Yao said. Song Zhenting looked at his daughter Song Jia's relaxed appearance. He hated Qin Fen even more to the point that the roots of his teeth itched. His daughter used to be his. But now, in front of her father, who had raised her painstakingly, Qin Fen was showing such concern for another man. How could he endure this?
"I estimate that it won't be long before he goes up the mountain again."
Song Zhenting's ten fingers moved again and again. He had the intention to rush down the mountain and beat Qin Fen up.
At the foot of the mountain, Qin Fen's hair suddenly stood on end. His slightly closed eyes quickly opened as he looked around for the sudden and astonishing hostility.
"Nothing? Strange … "Qin Fen scratched his head. I clearly felt a very astonishing hostility just now, but why can't I find the enemy? Is there a problem with my martial senses?
Unable to find any enemy, Qin Fen closed his eyes once more.
"You will go up the mountain again?" Song Jia jumped a step forward like a little girl. She grabbed Song Zhenting's fists and shook them back and forth. "Next time, I want to go and see …"
"This …"
"Dad …" Song Jia acted like a spoiled child. Song Zhenting felt his bones go soft. He looked at his cute daughter and then looked at the projection of Qin Fen, who was replaying non-stop. Once again, his heart surged with the urge to beat Qin Fen.
Song Zhenting stretched out three fingers. "Three rules. Don't make a sound, don't interfere, and don't be willful."
"Okay!" Song Jia nodded again and again. "No problem! Let's go, let's go! Let's find a good seat! "
Song Zhenting, who was dragged by his daughter to the top of the mountain, did not forget to look back and glare at Qin Fen in the projection.
One day, two days, three days … Qilin Mountain was as quiet as ever. For three whole days, Qin Fen did not climb the mountain again. He stayed at the foot of the mountain, sitting cross-legged except for eating and sleeping.
Steward Hou, who was sitting on a rocking chair in the hall of the Qilin Mountain, suddenly opened his squinted eyes. At the same time, he heard a thunderous noise coming from the foot of the mountain. A smile hung on the corner of his lips as he said to himself, "Kid, you still have one last chance. If you don't make any progress, Master won't care about your background. It won't be strange for him to kill you."
Thundersteps!
Mysterious Daughter of Nine Skies looked at the place where Qin Fen had been sitting with his legs crossed in surprise. Along with the strong airflow that splashed the gravel, a half-meter-deep and two-meter-wide hole appeared, as if it had just been hit by a bomb.
Hashimoto stared blankly at the air tunnel left behind by the high-speed movement of the body. It wasn't the trace caused by the high-speed movement of Thundersteps, but the trace left in the air by the sudden high-speed activation of the Wukong Technique after Thundersteps.
Thundersteps had a unique side. Even if the speed was faster than the Wukong Technique, it still wouldn't leave any trace in the air. This was the real strength of Qin Fen's Thundersteps.
"The fifteen-star Wukong Technique is actually so fast …"
Hashimoto clicked his tongue as he looked at Qin Fen, who had landed not far away. Qin Fen, who had fought the two martial dao masters of Hallasan without breaking a sweat, had only used this high-speed Wukong Technique once. Beads of sweat had already appeared on Qin Fen's forehead as he panted heavily with his hands on his knees.
By supercharging the true energy and stimulating the body's blood cells at the moment of eruption, he gathered his physical strength and made the speed of the Wukong Technique surpass the limit of the fifteen-star.
Qin Fen adjusted his body back to its peak state and looked up at the top of the Qilin Mountain. "This time, I want to see your face clearly and tell you the reason for my proposal."
Thundersteps exploded again! Qin Fen appeared in front of the Qilin Mountain in a flash. Hashimoto Nagashiro shook his head gently and sighed to himself, "A tiger may not be angry after being harassed once or twice, but what about the third time? What's more, he is not a tiger, but a Qilin. "
Mysterious Daughter of Nine Skies looked at Qin Fen's back as he walked up the mountain. Her heart twitched a few times as she clenched her fists nervously and said to herself, "He will be fine this time, right?"
"It's hard to say." Hashimoto Nagashiro shook his big head. "It's really hard to say this time. Qilin is a divine beast-level martial artist, which means he is a top-notch grandmaster martial artist. How can divine power allow a young martial artist to keep harassing him? Not to mention that Qin Fen is backed by a general of the military headquarters, even if he is backed by a divine beast martial artist, Qilin may not necessarily give face. "
Qin Fen's third time on the Qilin Mountain was obviously different from the first two times. The resentful gazes that pierced his skin around him seemed to have turned into soft cotton. He would not be disturbed at all. The majesty of the mountain was not only admirable, but also merely appreciated.
Thousands of meters above sea level was nothing in the eyes of a martial dao master. After climbing hundreds of steps, Qin Fen looked up at the countless steps and frowned slightly. His feet floated off the ground against the gravity of the earth.
Wukong technique! Fly up!
Enjoying the mountain breeze, Qin Fen rose all the way vertically to the sky. His martial attire flapped in the mountain wind. Looking at the mountains under his feet, a heroic mentality of the earth under his feet rose in his heart for the first time.
With a slight shake of his shoulders, Qin Fen's body moved horizontally and landed in front of the hall at the top of the mountain.
Steward Hou, as usual, was lying on the rattan chair. He nodded at Qin Fen's bow and pointed to the top of the mountain not far away.
Qin Fen straightened his spine and walked up the steps to the mountain.
One step, two steps, three steps, four steps … eighty steps.
Qin Fen looked at the last step and looked at the stone house not far away. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips as a thunderstorm exploded under his feet! The last eightieth step suddenly shook and exploded into thousands of pieces of gravel!
Thundersteps! Attack!
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