CLIMBING THE PINNACLE OF MARTIAL ARTS

Chapter 8: Beautiful Thin Waist

Half an hour after he broke through, the results from the body's cooling record were clearly visible. Although his knowledge contributed, if not to the technique, he believed that he needed another three-four months before leveling up.

With this, he took a deep breath and exhaled the impurities in his body.

From inside his mouth, a pitch-black, dirty smoke came out, then it fell to the ground. After letting out this black smoke, his six senses became more acute and sharp.

(TLN: He is possessed by the devil! [Supernatural forces] Such as: Sound, touch, sight, taste, smell, and sixth sense [instinct])

Is this the impurity of his body? Ye Feng shook on the spot.

With cultivation practice, you will reduce and dry the body from impurities each time. Ye Feng had previously experienced this, but never at this level.

Many ideas and excitement lingered in his mind. Even though he had successfully entered the fourth layer, he had not made any real progress in that tempered body note fist technique. His daily practice could only produce one percent of the total results, out of 101 strokes.

The man in a hurry does not eat tofu hot and with a hasty heart, you will not be able to feel the hot bo*kong.

(TLN: Everything must be patient so that you can achieve your goals in life.)

Thinking for a while, Ye Feng planned a bit of his future. Although it was not thorough, he could no longer be as it was, taking every step as it came. Because after a while, you can't help but be impatient.

Then after eating something he continued to sweep the area.

Even though he was a sweeper, it didn't mean he needed to sweep through the entire school. He was only in charge of one-tenth of the school. Although it was complicated, it would only take an hour or so.

Inside the trees, Xia Ning Chang had already started monitoring the disciples and had accidentally seen Ye Feng who was sweeping. Not having emotions must have been strange, today, there was something different about him, but he was not sure. For over half an hour, he did not leave the place, sweeping until the place was shiny and clean. It is so slippery that if the mosquito continues, its ankle will sprain.

(TLN: Trying to express how clean it is. This author has a big problem with mosquitoes he he.)

'This person.' Xia Ning Chang didn't know what to do with him.

At this moment, Ye Feng was thinking about other things. Yesterday he had a great opportunity, so of course he is considering his future. But no real options were found. He could only continue to train at sunrise every day for now.

While he was pondering, footsteps quickly approached quickly from behind. He quickly went to dodge, but did not realize that the other party was making preparations to avoid him as well. So they hit each other.

Although he did not sustain any major injuries, when he hit that person, it was like crashing into a steel wall. While crying, she fell to the ground and the place she met felt numb.

Ye Feng quickly recovered and asked apologetically: "This disciple, are you alright?"

The young man was exasperated and when he looked up to see that it was Ye Feng, an explosive rage seemed on his face. Holding a temper for such a person was meaningless and it was also his own fault.

Replying immediately while waving his hand: "It's okay, it's okay!"

While saying this and waking up, he then excitedly ran away.

Ye Feng asked: "Chief disciple, where are you in such a hurry?"

The young man shouted, “Contribution Hall, where else?”

Listening to his words, Ye Feng realized that today was already the eighth day of the month. It was the day where the main gate distributed contribution points last month!

So every month on this day, the Logistics Department would be crowded with disciples gathered to collect their points. With these points they could exchange them for various cultivation pills, treasures and martial arts to increase their strength. So today made all the disciples excited.

Some were happy, while others were disappointed. Ye Feng was among the second.

Surprised, he could not help but frown. Every month, the number of points he received was quite a bit.

The sweeper can get ten points, but in the last month he was challenged six times, and every time he lost! With the deduction after each loss, he was only left with four points.

Fortunately, he was just a trial student. His status was the lowest, so if he lost, he would only lose one point. Normal students lose two!

Thinking of this, Ye Feng thanked him.

Even small mosquitoes have meat. And with his savings, one day he would earn enough money to exchange it for something valuable.

'There's quite a delay today' he thought as he continued sweeping.

When he finally finished the job during the day. It was time to go to the hall to collect his points.

After the hustle and bustle of the morning, the hall was now quiet and silent. Thank goodness he didn't come in the morning, or waiting for it would be too troublesome.

While walking into the hall, you could clearly see an old man falling asleep.

This old man is the school treasurer. He was about fifty with thin white hair and a good face. When seen, he looked harmless to animals and humans, but Ye Feng knew he was a cunning fox!

There was once an elite disciple who dared to act arrogantly here and then was pushed out of the hall several hundred feet away. His life was almost taken. Ye Feng was currently present, so he knew about it and also knew that his parents had unexpected strength.

Stepping into the sight of the old man, Ye Feng could clearly see the old man snoring.

'This old man! Not knowing which female Sacred Fort disciple he dreamed of anymore!'

Holding a broom, he gently nudged the old man as he softly called out: "Treasurer Meng!"

The old man's surname was Meng, his first name Ye Feng didn't know so he couldn't call him that.

Tapping his legs a few times, the old man finally woke up. He groggyly opened his eyes and saw that it was Ye Feng. Wrinkles her face as if she saw s**t.

(TLN: For young viewers, just in case.)

"What's with that face?" asked Ye Feng angrily.

Turning his eyes, "Why don't you come in the morning?"

He confidently replied: "There are too many people in the morning, and right now it feels more peaceful!"

“Bothering this old man's rest. Do you know what it means to respect your parents? ”

Leaning over, Ye Feng whispered: "Which young lady do you dream of?"

Suddenly full of energy, Treasurer Meng replied Ye Feng with eyes full of contempt and loudly declared: “Your words earlier, tarnish the reputation of this old man! Too outrageous. ”

"Good body figure?"

"Yes!" Treasurer Meng unconsciously slipped.

"Flexible legs, white skin and a beautiful skinny waist?"

“En, en, en..... "soon he nodded his head, instantly thinking of Ye Feng as a friend.

"He, he must be.." Ye Feng sneered.

Treasurer Meng stuttered and flushed as red as a monkey donkey. Full of shame, he just wanted to dig a hole and crawl inside to hide.