Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
Sage Hun Yuan uttered those words with surprise. Either it was his indirect acknowledgent that the little scoundrel was very strong or that the boy could defeat the Blood Demon. So, naturally, there was no need to worship him as a teacher. If he hadn’t witnessed the scene directly, but being told by the little scoundrel that he was so strong and had no need to worship him as his teacher, Sage Hun Yuan wouldn’t believe it!
“He won’t be able to handle the Blood Demon’s Golden Seven Step Fist.” Zhuo Junyue comnted, watching the young man retreat under the Blood Devil’s attack with worry.
Seeing Feng Jiu’s attacks were suppressed by the Blood Demon’s Golden Seven Step Fist, Sage Hun Yuan was anxious and started grumbling. “This brat, he didn’t listen to my urge to worship as his teacher. Tell , with his innate talent as well as having as his teacher, will he fear the Blood Demon after learning my Eight Trigram Palm?”
“I’ll help him!” Zhuo Junyue spoke out and was about to co forward, but he was held back by the old man.
“Wait, look! The little scoundrel seems to have changed his stance.” The old man pulled him with one hand while looking at the young man who changed his stance after being forced to retreat by the Blood Demon’s Golden Seven Step Fist.
Zhuo Junyue looked ahead and his eyes flickered.
Indeed, after the young man was forced to withdraw, his breath and stance changed. Feng Jiu stepped forward and made a crouching position. Both her hands were made into fists with one hand placed low in front of her body and the other raised high behind her back while staring at the Blood Devil. With this kind of posture, all the breath gathered up as much as possible. Zhuo Junyue was a little confused to see this.
However, when the young man stepped forward, her originally lightning-fast move was now as lithe as a cat’s. Along with the movents of her hands, her spiritual breath surged. When the Blood Demon clenched his fists and let out a low cry, swinging the Golden Seven Step Fist towards her with a thousand catty of force, Feng Jiu stepped slowly sideways to dodge his attack while her other hand nimbly restraining the Blood Demon’s hand. Borrowing the opponent’s force, she struck the thousand catty of force back.
“Bang!”
“Ugh!”
With a bang, the Blood Demon was overthrown more than 20 ters away. When his body bumped against a big tree behind him, he let out a stifled groan. The big tree made a cracking sound and crashed, followed by a gush of blood from the corners of his mouth.
He looked with gloom at Feng Jiu who was moving her hands leisurely and watched her gather the spiritual breath around her between her hands, forming a circle visible to the naked eye.
“What kind of technique are you using?”
The Blood Demon asked in a gloomy voice. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth. Unexpectedly, his thousand-catty force was skilfully deflected and struck back to him. Did such a mighty skill exist in this world?
Sage Hun Yuan watched this scene with his eyes wide. He looked at Feng Jiu in shock. He stood up swiftly from the ground and clasped Zhuo Junyue’s shoulder with one hand. His face turned red with excitent. “This, this, this is, this is Tai Chi!”
Feng Jiu glanced back at Sage Hun Yuan with a slight curve on the corner of his lips, revealing a devilish smile. “Exactly, it’s Tai Chi!”
“Tai Chi?” The Blood Demon frowned. “Are Tai Chi and Eight Trigram Palm from the sa family?” He felt it was sowhat similar to the Eight Trigram Palm.
“Tai Chi? It turns out to be Tai Chi!”
Sage Hun Yuan looked at Feng Jiu excitedly and murmured, “Tai Chi produces the two energies yin and yang, the two energies produce the four images, and the four images produce the eight trigrams. The evolution of the Eight Trigram Palm actually originated from Tai Chi. Unexpectedly, unexpectedly...”
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