BXBX NOVEL Chapter 91: Third Stage, Martial Intent Enters the Body
Chapter 91: Third Stage, Martial Intent Enters the Body
Chapter 91: Third Stage, Martial Intent Enters the Body
“The Eighteen Palms of the Falling Dragon” focused on external power. Even if internal force was externally released, it was mainly strong. In terms of the ingenious control of internal strength, “Eighteen Palms of the Falling Dragon” was not that bad, but compared with internal strength masters of the same level, it was worse. So even though Zhang Chengshu was surprised that he quietly released his internal force to intercept Zhou Ping, he did not think Zhou Ping was stronger than him.
Zhou Ping calmly walked into the arena, picked up the Rain Covering Sword and walked towards Hua Zhuyu.
“Brother Aping…” Hua Zhuyu looked at Zhou Ping. Zhou Ping went beside Hua Zhuyu, reaching out to hug Hua Zhuyu.
“Congratulations, you won.” Putting the Rain Covering sword into Hua Zhuyu’s hands, Hua Zhuyu had no strength to hold the sword hilt. Zhou Ping sighed and stretched out his palm to cover Hua Zhuyu’s hand. Hua Zhuyu held the sword, and Zhou Ping held Hua Zhuyu.
“Brother Aping…” Hua Zhuyu felt the temperature on the back of her hand, and a blush appeared on her cheeks.
“Take a rest and leave the rest to me.” Zhou Ping hugged Hua Zhuyu and walked towards the place where the Hua family was.
“Well, Brother Aping, do you know. I was actually scared. But after Brother Aping appeared, I was not afraid. Because I know that Brother Apping will definitely protect me just like before.”
Being held by Zhou Ping, Hua Zhuyu’s face flushed, but instead of putting her head in Zhou Ping’s arms, she looked at Zhou Ping with big watery eyes.
“I used to be timid and always bullied. Every time it was Brother Aping who came out to protect me. Until… Brother Aping left Yanping. I was so sad that day. If I can become stronger, then I can protect Brother Aping, so that Brother Aping does not have to leave Yanping!
“Since then, I have cultivated martial arts very diligently every day, and I hoped that one day I can stand up in front of Brother Aping and protect Brother Aping…
“But I don’t need to do that now. Brother Aping has become stronger. Sure enough…I actually prefer to be protected by Brother Aping…”
Hua Zhuyu looked at Zhou Ping’s eyes and hugged Zhou Ping tightly.
Zhou Ping did not speak and walked in front of the Hua Family Patriarch and gently placed Hua Zhuyu on the ground. “Leave everything to me.”
Putting a few healing pills into Hua Zhuyu’s mouth, Hua Zhuyu opened her mouth smoothly.
The finger inevitably touched Hua Zhuyu’s lips, and that special soft touch almost made Zhou Ping sink. “Child.”
Hua Zhuyu let out a soft moan unconsciously, her face burning like fire.
This soft groan made Zhou Ping regain his senses. Frozen, Zhou Ping quickly withdrew his hand and stood up.
“The appetizer was over. Zhang Chengshu, now it’s time for us to end this.
“I want to see, what exactly does your Zhang family have that they dare to provoke my Zhou family.” Turning around, Zhou Ping temporarily left behind the Hua Family. Looking directly at Zhang Chengshu, Zhou Ping looked at the world.
The guards brought by Zhang’s family dragged Zhang Chengli away from the ground. Zhang Chengshu looked at his brother. “Zhou Ping, I want you to die.”
Regardless of the rules, Zhang Chengli made a bold move.
“Roar!” The dragon aura took shape in Zhang Chengshu’s palm. First came a ferocious dragon head, and then the dragon head swooped towards Zhou Ping. “Small bugs.”
Zhou Ping was indifferent to the aura, and when the dragon’s head was already in front of him, Zhou Ping slapped it casually.
Boom!
Just like a baseball player holding a baseball bat and smashing it fiercely on a piece of flying tofu, the dragon-shaped aura did not hold on for half a second in Zhou Ping’s hand. The clothes of the people around him rustled with the overflowing aura.
“That’s all that it takes?” Zhou Ping curled his lips.
Zhang Chengshu gritted his teeth and said nothing, his palms kept moving. One after another, dragon-shaped aura continued to appear and hovered around Zhang Chengshu. A huge aura rose from Zhang Chengshu’s body.
Puff Puff
The few people who could still stand suddenly knelt on the ground, but those who cultivated ordinary techniques were all pressed to the ground by this aura.
“This is impossible. Zhang Chengshu is only in his twenties. How could he have such a strong aura.”
Zuo Miaoyan clenched her teeth tightly and popped a word from his teeth. “Nothing is impossible, the gap between us is far beyond your imagination.”
Zhang Chengshu heard Zuo Miaoyan’s words and said with a grinning smile, “I started to cultivate martial arts at the age of five, and at the age of ten, I cultivated ordinary exercises to great success. I also realized the true meaning of the strong and soft under the waterfall and cultivated the family purple technique “Eighteen Palms of the Falling Dragon.” After that, I cultivated it in secret. It took me more than ten years to cultivate the “Eighteen Palms of the Falling Dragon” to the highest level and break through.
“When I was less than thirty, I practiced the purple technique to great success. You should know that even the elder of the Zhou family, who claimed to have suppressed an era, did not cultivate a purple technique until after 30. If it is about qualifications, except my eldest brother, who else can be better than me? I am the dragon that roams in the nine realms, and you are just ants on the ground. How can the ants compete with the dragon?
“I originally thought that among my Yanping peers, no one was qualified to be my opponent. My opponent is only the old man of the Zhou family. But I didn’t expect that the Zhou family still has you, Zhou Ping.
“Okay, well, I originally planned to use Elder Zhou as my whetstone to polish my martial arts and help me go further. But I didn’t expect to meet you today, and you are qualified to be my whetstone.” After Zhang Chengshu finished speaking, his aura suddenly surged again, and he became stronger. A golden dragon appeared behind Zhang Chengshu.
This was a golden dragon, not a dragon-shaped aura.
“The true meaning of martial arts? Martial Intent transformation?” Zhou Ping stared at the golden dragon behind Zhang Chengshu. The golden dragon seemed to be sane, and in turn stared at Zhou Ping.
“Yes, it is Martial Intent transformation. But there is also a gap between Martial Intent transformation.” Zhang Chengshu sneered and saw the golden dragon behind him screaming up to the sky, and dived into Zhang Chengshu’s body.
“What is this?” Zhou Ping looked puzzled.
“This is the third stage of Martial Intent transformation. The Martial Intent enters the body.” Zuo Miaoyan shouted in horror.