The Rebirth of the Eternal Caliphate
Ch.6
"Am I?" Chen Fan laughed in his mind.
He was not only a Heavenly Deity but also a martial spirit embodiment even among cultivators.
Let it be a basic cultivation technique or the art of killing and warfare; there was nothing he had no talent for. As the grand master of the True Martial Sect, he was well-versed in all kinds of unarmed melee combat techniques. The girl's messy form and unrefined skills seemed ludicrous in her eyes.
Even the entry-level technique of the True Martial Sect, "True Martial thirty-six forms of Sanshou" was much more sophisticated than what the girl was using. Not to mention that the "thirty-six forms of Sanshou True Martial" were only used among the servants of the True Martial lords and lowest disciple players. The official members of the sect had long since abandoned the outdated technique.
Despite this, Chen Fan did not want to argue with him, nor did he want to reveal his identity as a cultivator, so he immediately apologized, "I'm afraid I don't fully understand your movements. I'm sorry. I shook my head because I was thinking about something else. "
"Then listen and stop staring at—" The girl was cut by the old man, "Zi Qing, enough."
"OK, Grandpa," Zi Qing replied. He managed to shoot Chen Fan a glance before he walked back to his grandfather.
Chen Fan glanced at the old man and discovered that he also had internal energy, and he was much stronger than the girl.
Chen Fan bet that the amount of strength within the old man was equivalent to a cultivator halfway through the Foundation Establishment phase. In other words, his strength was above Chan Fan, at least for now. Meanwhile, he noted that the strength of the girl was not even close to a cultivator who had just started the first sub-level.
That said, Chen Fan admitted that the comparison was flawed because he compared apples to oranges. An even better analogy for planters and martial artists is knife and tofu. No matter how big and powerful a piece of it knew, it would not be able to withstand a single slash even the most stupid blade.
Chen Fan was confident that he would be able to defeat the old man even if he had to face ten people at the same time.
Realizing that there was nothing to see, Chen Fan found another willow tree, sat cross-legged under it and started planting.
His body and mind quickly entered a state of cultivation as he initiated the Void Mortal Refinement art. Immediately an invisible void with no energy formed around his body.
Chen Fan's strange actions aroused the old man's suspicions. He wondered why anyone would wake up this early, come to the garden, and just fall asleep again under the tree?
"Huh?" After a while, the old man suddenly gasped in shock.
"What's going on, Grandpa?" Zi Qing asked curiously.
“Look at him closely, did you see that?” The old man's face hardened.
"See what?" Zi Qing narrowed his eyes and failed to see anything out of the ordinary.
"Look off his breath," the old man urged.
Only then did Zi Qing notice that the boy's chest swelled up and down with each breath. It was as if his lungs were two blowers. There were two wisps of white light gushing out from his nostrils, and they wriggled and turned around like snakes. The two rays of white light were the size of needles, and one would not see them without looking too loud.
"What's that?" Zi Qing frowned.
"This is a very sophisticated method of harnessing internal energy. It is said that only a few ancient sects of martial arts can do it. Breathing like this requires very strong lungs. Practitioners of this technique are able to dive underwater for a very long time. "The old man said slowly. "I didn't expect that I could see such a powerful martial artist in my life. Holy hooch! He was also very young; it was amazing."
The pigtail girl snorted, "She was just breathing. It's not like he can kill people with his big lungs, Grandpa. That's overkill."
“You are too young, too simple, sometimes naive.” The old man denied with a loving voice. "Nobody can do that without decades of practicing martial arts. I've never seen this technique used in real life, but only heard of it in legends."
"Is it really that strong?" Suspicion flashed across Zi Qing's face.
Suddenly, he seemed to recall something, "Wait a moment. If he really is like you said, he did shake his head in disapproval of my practice, right?" Zi Qing stopped to ponder his own question.
"Basic jerk! He did!" After a while, Zi Qing snorted and then he continued, "I don't care how strong you think he is, I'll test his strength."
Seeing the spirit in his grandson, the old man let out a long sigh.
However, the old man did not plan to stop him. No matter how strong this young man was, he and his grandson had to be safe in his own territory. He had fought many brutal wars during his life, and he was hardly afraid of death, let alone a young man.
The pair of grandfathers and grandchildren decided to wait for Chen Fan to finish his cultivation. About half an hour later, the boy opened his mouth and let out a ghostly white glowing gas. This white gaseous bundle shot forward a few meters and traced a silvery arch in the air.
"I'm right. He is a powerful martial artist!" The old man's face hardened as reality began to show.
"Don't worry grandfather; big brother Qi is here to protect us. Can martial artists avoid bullets? I don't think so."
Zi Qing had a courageous soul; although he was shocked by her development, he was not afraid.
Unlike his grandfather, he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Her prestigious family background has protected her from many dangers; she is young and fearless, driven by the pure bravery of ignorance.
Chen Fan pushed himself, and he seemed dissatisfied with the results of his cultivation today.
Although the numinous dwellings he found under the willow tree were able to aid his cultivation, the effect paled in comparison to those that directly absorbed the qi in the seasoning.
He turned his head and was surprised by the couple lurking behind him.
Seeing the boy wake up, the old man smiled and stepped forward to greet Chen Fan: "Greetings, young man. It's good to see a beginner martial artist! My name is Wei Fu, May I ask what your name is? Where do you come from? And can I have the honor to know your teacher's name? "
"Wei Fu?" The name sounded very familiar to Chen Fan.
But he had seen many people over the past 500 years, so he doubted he would remember who the old man was.
Seeing the toned bodies of the two, Chen Fan bet that the sight of his cultivation had attracted their interest.
Chen Fan shook his head, "I'm not a martial artist. You can think of me as .. the monk who follows the path of the Dao."
He could not tell them his true identity; even if he did, these two humans would never understand what cultivation meant.
"A monk? Are you from the Dao Sect?" The old man looked confused. He had never heard of martial artists from the Dao Sect before.
"Grandfather, don't waste our time on him again. Let me spar with him," Zi Qing turned around and glanced at Chen Fan with a cold look. "Why did you lie to me before? Now show me what you can do!" Find the official novel in , faster updates, better experience , Please click www. .com to visit.
"Are you trying to provoke me into a duel?
No one had laughed at Chen Fan for centuries, and as such, the girl's challenge was a refreshing change for him.
"I will be cursed! Should I beat up a girl or get beaten up?" Chen Fan thought to himself.
Chen Fan felt he was at the horn of a dilemma, after considering his options, he decided not to get involved. He shrugged the girl's shoulders and then said, "I'm sorry, but I'm just a monk. We only cultivate internal harmony but never fight with fists and weapons."
The girl snorted despicably. "Damn, I saw you sneering at me while I was practicing my form! Don't be stupid!" The girl returned to Chen Fan.
"Young man, what's wrong in a small spar session? Although my grandson is still at the beginner level, he is in the process of mastering our family's first technique. I hope that with your help, he can advance even faster "The old man said slowly but firmly.
Although the old man's voice was calm, his suspicions did not recede in the slightest. He had given the child his name, but the latter seemed to have never heard of him before. How could a powerful martial artist not recognize his name?
Chen Fan shook his head and let out a sigh of resignation. He knew he had to fulfill the girl's request.
He took out a willow leaf that fell from the ground with two deft fingers as he channeled his mysterious energy. With a flick of a finger, willow leaves flew out like bullets.
The leaves travel at such an incredible speed that they blur into dark lines in the air. It grazed past the girl's face and ended up crashing into the trunk of a large tree. The tree that was hit shook violently, raining leaves and twigs under the tree.
"Revelation!" The old man shouted as soon as he saw the leaf turn into a weapon, but his warning came too late.
"What—" Zi Qing was still in shock. His long black hair on the right side was cut to a shoulder; the crystal earrings he was wearing also fell to the ground.
He touched her cheek and found a thin line of wounds where blood was seeping out. He turned around and saw willow leaves nesting on the tree trunk like a piece of metal.
"Turning a leaf into a weapon? That's crazy!"
The old man's heart was stuck in his throat during the turn of the event. Seeing that the girl was unharmed, he finally heaved a sigh of relief.
He smiled wryly, "I never even dreamed of seeing a martial arts skill in my entire life. No. .. This is not a martial art; this is .. something much stronger. Even I won't be able to withstand such a blow let alone , my granddaughter . "
While saying so, the old man walked up to Chen Fan and saluted him, "It is truly an honor to meet you, my lord!" the old man spoke with emotion in his voice. He had never thought that he would meet a hermit grandmaster, who was so young back then!
The old man was betting that he might be the only person who could understand the full strength of this young man. He doubted that he could find anyone in China who was stronger than him.
Zi Qing ran up to the willow tree and pulled out the willow leaves with great difficulty, and then he turned his head towards Chen Fan and looked at him in disbelief.
"How did you do it?" He muttered.
Even the man in the car was shocked by the development. He almost forgot that he was still holding the gun in his hand.
What's the point of using a weapon when the opponent is faster than a bullet?
