“Don’t mind the idiot, Brother Zhao. We are just beginners. Let’s not eat too much. Half a pound, no…four to five ounces should do…”
The men from the warrior preparation camp began to carefully weigh the amount they ate. They ate it sparingly like a gluttonous child unwilling to finish a cake.
“Brother Zhao, don’t bite off more than you can chew. Let’s do it step by step. We will do it steadily. We will let Lord Zhang see our martial arts talent! How could we not match up to a little kid!”
The men from the warrior preparation camp suppressed their anger. Zhang Yuxian had looked down on them, and his words implied that he had chosen them just to fill the numbers.
They had conceded to that, but they could not agree to Zhang Yuxian’s high appraisal of a sickly child like Yi Yun!
They thought they could lift stone rollers while practicing martial arts with Zhang Yuxian. It was their forte where they could act cool and easily pushover Yi Yun. It would have been fun.
But they never expected that they were required to eat a tree for their cultivation!
It was like a bolt out of the blue!
“It’s just eating wood and Guanyin clay. What’s there to fear? Bros, eat! We have to exceed Yi Yun. This little chick is just here to play afterall.”
Zhao Tiezhu grew madder and madder just thinking. If the other men did not dare eat, he would purposely eat more. He did not believe he would be unable to learn the Elephant Swallowing Technique.
At this point, Yi Yun had already eaten about a kilogram of Guanyin clay at a leisurely speed. The Guanyin clay had begun to expand in his stomach. He felt as if a lead block had been stuffed into his stomach and was falling.
Yi Yun’s stomach began to hurt.
This kind of pain is not obvious in the beginning, but it becomes worse as time goes by, to the point of causing people to die from pain.
Suddenly, Yi Yun heard a voice say, “Follow me, do these twelve moves.”
Yi Yun raised his head and saw Zhang Yuxian standing in front of everyone. Zhang Yuxian eyes were on him, with an encouraging smile.
With that, Zhang Yuxian began to move.
It was hard to describe Zhang Yuxian’s movements. His movements looked blurry. It seemed like he was standing in another space-time dimension, having cut off contact from the outside world.
He demonstrated each of the moves. Each move was extremely strange. But when the actions connected, it gave off a consistent natural feel.
Zhang Yuxian’s speed varied. It contained a hard to describe charm.
These actions appeared in the irides of the people, but it was as if seeing a shadow that didn’t exist. It looked like an illusion.
Dreamy…
Yi Yun suddenly thought of something, he felt like it was a dream seeing Zhang Yuxian’s movements.
In a dream, the things seen, the words said were all very real and clear.
It was possible to have utmost creativity in the dreams, creating beautiful poems.
One could feel that his literary talent was excellent in the dream, but no matter what, he would never be able to remember what was written or said.
Upon waking up, everything would be forgotten.
Seeing Zhang Yuxian’s movements, Yi Yun had such a strange idea.
Is the “Elephant Swallowing Technique” just a fundamental skill? Why do I find it much better than the “Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist”?
Yi Yun could not believe it.