"Tiger Demon Bone Tempering Fist? Isn't that the ultimate technique of bone tempering from the Daizen Temple? Even Ziyue didn't get it, and he had to practice the Flying Spirit Bone Tempering Technique. He had to spend three years using the Tiger Bone Paste to reach the realm of tempering his bones like steel. Why is it here? "
Seeing the "Tiger Demon Bone Tempering Fist" on the ground, Hong Yi was only slightly surprised. He had heard Hakuziyue mention this book before, and he also knew its origins and specific effects. However, ever since he had obtained the "Amitabha Sutra" from the martial scriptures, his shock towards the secret scriptures had decreased greatly.
No matter how secret the scriptures were, cultivation had to be done step by step. It was not something that could be accomplished in one go.
"Ziyue taught me the Ox Demon's Fist of Great Strength. It is a skill that trains the muscles, tendons, and skin. However, I can only reach the Martial Warrior realm at most. If I want to go one step further and become a Martial Master, I must learn the secret of bone tempering. Since this Tiger Demon Bone Tempering Fist is here, I will take a look. However, my soul cannot open the book..."
Of course, Hong Yi knew the importance of the "Tiger Demon Bone Tempering Fist". It was the best method for martial artists to progress from Martial Warrior to Martial Master realm.
"Whoosh!"
Just as Hong Yi approached the fist manual, Hong Xuejiao suddenly pounced over. She made a fist and bombarded the air, causing the air to explode.
"Not good!"
Hong Yi's shock was no small matter. He felt a wave of scorching air hitting him in the face. His entire body felt like it was close to a furnace, or like it was being pricked by ten thousand needles. His entire body felt so uncomfortable that his soul almost scattered.
Amidst the intense discomfort, Hong Yi had a thought, and his soul finally floated away.
"I finally know what it feels like to have overwhelming Yang Qi, to be full of vigor, and to be unable to approach ghosts."
After retreating, he realized that Hong Xuejiao had not discovered him. Instead, she had just happened to be close to his soul when she was practicing. The intense Yang Qi had made it hard for him to breathe.
If ghosts and spirits wanted to cause trouble, there were only two kinds of people that could not do so. The first was people with a righteous heart who understood the principles of ghosts and spirits, and were not afraid. The second was people with a strong body and vigor.
And Hong Xuejiao was the second kind.
Although Hong Yi was not a ghost now, he was more or less a ghost.
Knowing this, Hong Yi did not approach Hong Xuejiao. Instead, he paced to the side of the courtyard and memorized all of Hong Xuejiao's punches and postures.
Since he was a wandering soul, he could not flip through books. However, Hong Yi could watch Hong Xuejiao practice. The effect was even better than reading a book. This was equivalent to a living Martial Master teaching him Fist Techniques.
However, after practicing for a while, Hong Xuejiao put away her book and returned to her room. Soon after, Hong Yi heard the sound of her instructing a maid to boil water for a bath.
Hong Yi's Demon Yun Tempering Cloud. "Hong Yi! Yi's Mountain. Saint!"
"That's right. My father is back. He is a Martial Sage. I wonder if he practices martial arts every day." As Hong Yi thought about it, his soul floated to the center of the Marquis's Residence.
"That is … such a strong Yang Blood Qi …"
Just as he passed through the wall and arrived at the main entrance of the House of the Marquis, Hong Yi saw a faint red flame on the roof of the house, as if there was a fire in the House of the Marquis. Just as he neared the main entrance, he could feel the stench of blood.
"Wu Sheng's Blood Qi is so powerful!"
Hong Yi looked at the faint red flame on the roof. He knew that it wasn't a real red light, but a powerful blood Yang energy that his soul had sensed.
This kind of Yang Qi was so strong that it could blot out the sky and cover the earth. Hong Yi's wandering souls couldn't even enter the door.
Once again, he felt how terrifying his father, Marquis Wu Wen, was. This feeling was even more profound than that day in the hall when his legs had turned to jelly.
"I've only just reached the Night Roaming stage. There's no way I can get close to such a powerful Blood Qi. I'd better go back."
Just as Hong Yi's soul was about to turn around and float back, his whole body suddenly felt cold. There was a kind of cold feeling, as if he was being stared at.
"What wandering soul is spying on me?"
Just at this moment, a clear voice came from inside, reaching Hong Yi's mind.
Hong Yi could tell that this voice belonged to his father, Hong Xuanji.
He'd been discovered!
"Marquis Wu Wen is indeed a top-notch expert. He's the person who created Wu Sheng … He can actually sense our spying …"
Just as Hong Yi floated into a dark corner, two black-clothed men suddenly appeared on the other side of the room!
These two black-clothed men were of medium build. Their hair was tied up in a high bun with a jasper hairpin in the middle, indicating that they were Daoist priests.
"Hmm? Which Daoist sect are you from? Sneaking into my residence in the middle of the night, and even using the method of soul projection to enter my room, what are you trying to do? If I let you enter my room so easily, then I wouldn't be worthy of being called Wu Sheng. "
Hong Xuanji's unhurried voice sounded.
"Lifeless Dao, Xuanye."
"Vacuum Dao, Xuanzhen."
The two black-clothed Daoist priests reported their names and sects respectively, then said, "We're here to kill you!"
"Lifeless Dao? Vacuum Dao? Where did this evil sect come from? In my Da Qian Dynasty, the only orthodox sects conferred by the imperial court are Taishang Dao, Zhengyi Dao, and Fang Xiandao. There's no such thing as Lifeless Dao or Zhen Kong Dao. Evil sect clowns want to stir up chaos in the hearts of the people, assassinate the officials of the imperial court, and throw the imperial court into chaos? " Hong Xuanji's voice sounded. At the same time, the main door of the residence opened, and a man in brocade robes and a purple-gold crown appeared at the door. His back was ramrod straight, and he looked as imposing as a demon god.
It was' Marquis Wu Wen 'Hong Xuanji!
Just as Hong Xuanji appeared at the door.
Swoosh swoosh!
Two rays of sword light flashed over from a hundred steps away. They were the two treasured swords on the backs of the two Daoist priests. They didn't seem to make any movements, but the treasured swords suddenly unsheathed and flew over. They were so fast that they turned into rays of light.
As the sword light flew over, one could even see the chrysanthemum-like cloud patterns on the body of the sword. The sharp edge of the sword gave off a suffocating feeling as if it was going to slice one's throat.
However, when Hong Xuanji faced these two sword lights, he suddenly stretched out his right hand. His crystal clear and spotless hand caught the two sword lights. He actually used his thumb, index finger, middle finger, and ring finger to forcibly pinch the two flying swords.
This was purely a martial technique, strength, and precision.
With a twist of his wrist, the two swords spun between his fingers. Hong Xuanji shook his arm, and the two swords flew out of his hands, giving off a whistling sound as they broke through the air. Their momentum was actually two times faster and more ferocious than when they were flying over.
Bang! Bang!
Two spurts of blood rained down. The two swords were deeply inserted into the chests of the two black-clothed Daoist priests, and they were shot out from their backs, nailing the two Daoist priests to the ground.
"Hmph! Using the flying swords to assassinate people is just a small path of ghosts and gods. It can kill people from a hundred steps away, but it's not as strong as a bow, and it's not as fast as a crossbow. You dare to assassinate me? You don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. "
Hong Xuanji took a few steps forward and arrived in front of the two Daoist priests. When he saw that the Daoist priests' chests were still alive, he sneered and asked. "What is Lifeless Path and Vacuum Path? Why did you come to assassinate me?"
"Hehe … Hong Xuanji, don't be complacent. I heard that Hakuziyue of the Bai Clan, Yuan Tu, has already arrived at the Jade Capital, and he wants to fight with you. When you are exhausted from fighting with him, just wait for the endless assassination from us, Lifeless Path, and Vacuum Path."
The two Daoist priests spoke with great difficulty.
"Hakuziyue? The fifteen-year-old martial arts genius of the Bai Clan, Yuan Tu? He's still too young to fight with me, "Hong Xuanji said proudly.
"Hehe … Hong Xuanji, are you really muddle-headed, or are you pretending to be muddle-headed? Hakuziyue used to be one of the eight great Demon Immortals … Lifeless Parents, Vacuum Hometown …"
The two Daoist priests could not hold on any longer. At the last moment, they muttered these eight strange words and died.
As soon as their physical bodies died, two formless Yin Spirits emerged from their bodies.
Hong Xuanji's eyes flashed, and he seemed to be able to see these formless Yin Spirits. He suddenly punched the two Yin Spirits.
Boom! These two Yin Spirits could not withstand the powerful Yang Blood Qi, and their souls were destroyed in an instant, disappearing from the world.
"One of the eight great Demon Immortals …"
Hong Xuanji closed his eyes, and his expression was very solemn.
Hmm?
After thinking for a while, his eyes looked at a dark corner at the side, but he did not find anything.
"I was distracted just now, and I seemed to have let a wandering soul go."
"Lifeless Parents … Vacuum Hometown …"
Hong Xuanji muttered these two sentences, and once again fell into deep thought.
"Lifeless Path, Vacuum Path … Yuantu Bai Clan, Hakuziyue, the eight great Demon Immortals, and the white fox in the palace … Something is not right …"
At this moment, there was a hubbub of voices, and the entire Marquis's Residence was brightly lit with torches, and many guards rushed over. Among them, there were actually elite martial artists wearing iron scale armor, iron helmets, and armed with fine steel long blades!
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