Qin Bo shook his head and said, "That man is quite powerful. My junior sister just had an accident, so I naturally didn't dare stay any longer. I had to retreat first and make plans later."
Fei Yao said, "Brother, I'm fine. It should be just a minor injury."
Qin Bo's expression grew increasingly anxious upon hearing
this, and he quickly said, "Junior sister, how about I take a look at your injuries and then get you some medicine to apply? You must not be careless." Fei Yao's heart tangled at this, and a flicker of embarrassment crossed her face.
But in the end, she nodded gently, her voice as low as a mosquito's hum.
"Hmm... people of the Jianghu, there's no need to be so reserved."
Qin Bo heard this, and he was secretly delighted.
Normally, although Fei Yao had a good impression of him, she always kept a certain distance from him, not allowing him the opportunity to make further advances.
Unexpectedly, today, after this incident, Fei Yao actually softened.
For a moment, Qin Bo felt a preposterous urge to thank Xu Yunfan. If it weren't for that kick, he probably wouldn't have had this opportunity.
Yet, he didn't betray a trace of concern, his face still etched with concern, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a rare treasure, as if he truly cared deeply for her.
When he carefully lifted Fei Yao's shirt and saw the large, dark bruise on her abdomen, he feigned fury, abruptly stood up, and shouted,
"You thief! Don't worry, Junior Sister, I wouldn't be a gentleman if I didn't avenge this. I will make him pay dearly for this kick!"
Fei Yao, recalling Xu Yunfan's ruthless and brutal treatment, felt a surge of anger and resentment. Seeing Qin Bo's furious expression, she felt a strange sweetness in her heart.
She bit her lower lip, her eyes gleaming with arrogance as she spoke fiercely, "Brother, that fellow occupied your house. This is too much. We can't let him go. We must find a way to kill him!"
"There's no rush. He's a martial artist who has reached at least the first level of cultivation. We can't act rashly if we want to eliminate him. We need to plan carefully. If he's willing to sell the house, everything will be fine. We can go back tomorrow."
Qin Bo consoled Fei Yao, quickly calming her down. Otherwise, if she went there again without hesitation, the next time she saw him, she would most likely find him dead.
A martial artist in this small town hides his identity, and their backgrounds are unknown. If a conflict arose, and he killed them, they wouldn't even know who to turn to for revenge. Conversely
, the other party might not have any followers, or perhaps they were keeping a low profile out of fear of the public.
Perhaps they could even gain some unexpected benefits from him.
Most importantly, there was a strong chance that the object in the yard would be found by Xu Yunfan. Regardless of whether he yielded or not, he had to find a way to kill him. He'd
come back for this object in the first place; the house was just an excuse. He could just take the object and leave. But if that martial artist discovered him...
Qin Bo's eyes flashed, murderous intent swirling within him.
"Hey? Where's my banknote?"
"...Maybe I accidentally dropped it when I brought you back. I'll go buy you some medicine. Let's rest for a day or two before making any plans."
"Oh, it's okay. I have a bag of gold leaves in my bag. Brother, feel free to use them. It's enough for our trip."
Fei Yao blushed. "Brother, you're so kind."
"..."
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"You've practiced your flying kick diligently. Your steps seem to have become lighter, as if you've mastered its essence."
"You've carefully studied your flying kick, revisiting the old techniques and learning new things. You've noticed a key point you hadn't noticed before. You've corrected it and found that you've used less force. '
'...'
Watching the flood of notifications filling his screen, Xu Yunfan let out a breath and paused his now aching legs. At this moment, his blood and energy surged, his body throbbing with unusual activity. Despite
the bitter cold, he paced shirtless around the courtyard, slowly calming his blood. The heat radiating from his body and the expelling of moisture from his body made him steamy and white. His trouser legs, pulled up at the base of his thighs, revealed the throbbing muscles in his legs. The tangled veins throbbed, pulsing with the force of his heart's contraction and expansion, the blood surging through his veins.
His legs were growing stronger, their dimensions allowing him to stand with barely a gap.
Glancing at his proficiency in the flying kick, Xu Yunfan rubbed his hands, feeling pleased. He hadn't neglected his flying kick these days. After five days of intense practice, he was only a little over forty points away from achieving mastery.
It would only take a day or two.
After achieving mastery of the first level, relying on the attribute panel, one's speed in practicing other martial arts will be several times faster.
By then, after achieving mastery of the tendons, and the second level of tendons and skin, one can easily claim to be a second-level martial artist.
A second-level martial artist is at least several times more powerful than a first-
level martial artist. The movement of their tendons is like the explosion of thunder, and their physical fitness will experience a dramatic improvement. Training the tendons is particularly important for endurance. Martial artists who have achieved mastery of the tendons often possess immense stamina. Even after a high-intensity battle, a master can manage only a slight breathless exhale, without blushing or losing his breath.
Martial artists who have achieved mastery of the skin level excel at strength training, even making their skin as tough as aged cowhide. While not as strong as those who specialize in horizontal training, they can still possess impressive strength of 800 to 1,000 kilograms.
A second-level martial artist with exceptional combat prowess, such as Xu Yunfan, is highly sought after, and naturally, he would seek a reputable sect.
He glanced up into the distance. The setting sun shone like blood, its dim afterglow gradually swallowed by darkness. The moon was quietly emerging on the other side.
Xu Yunfan, who had just reached the edge of the walled courtyard, stared at the opposite wall.
He exerted force with his feet, digging his toes into the ground. His leg muscles instantly tensed and bulged, like a bow poised for release.
As he gathered strength, his tendons, like thick steel cables, vibrated violently, emitting a low humming sound.
"Snap!"
The bluestone bricks beneath his feet instantly cracked under the immense force.
Xu Yunfan, riding the momentum, shot out like an arrow from a bow.
In the blink of an eye, he had landed safely at the foot of the opposite wall, having glided past it in a flash, a dozen meters away!
Xu Yunfan's face was perplexed. His previous effort had felt ineffective, and some strength was still missing.
The bluestone bricks were unstable.
He turned his gaze to the south, toward the inn where Qin Bo and Fei Yao were staying.
Early the next morning, Xu Yunfan was once again drawn to a knock on the door. He slowly paused swinging the long-handled wooden hammer in his hand.
He put on a coat and went to open the door. Seeing the person coming, Xu Yunfan raised his brows slightly.
Looking at Qin Bo standing in front of the door, holding several gifts in his hands.
Qin Bo smiled.
"Brother Xu, I came here specifically to apologize."
Xu Yunfan was a little surprised. He had never expected Qin Bo to be so servile.
For a disciple of Jingtao Sect and a martial artist with great accomplishments, it was not easy for him to act like this. Even with the urge to kill, he couldn't help but wonder if it was because of the insecurity caused by the series of experiences in this world.
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