600: C600 Kungfu

C600 Kungfu

"Brother Qin, come over. I have something to tell you."

Thinking of this, Zhao Qihua waved at Qin Feng and walked towards the villa.

Qin Feng followed Zhao Qihua into the study and closed the door. He took out a notebook and placed it on the table.

"Come and take a look."

Zhao Qihua pointed at the notes on his middle finger and said with a smile.

Qin Feng thought for a while, then picked up the notebook and looked at it. His gaze was completely attracted to it.

All of them were recorded as martial arts. However, all of them were incomplete. Only the way they had entered the academy was incomplete.

However, such a large notebook contained over a hundred different types of martial arts.

"Brother Qin, I know you long for martial arts or even secret manuals, but those treasures are in the Martial Tao Association and in the hands of the ancient martial families." Brother Qin, I know you long for martial arts and even secret manuals, but those treasures are in the hands of the Martial Tao Association and the ancient martial families.

Qin Feng was mesmerized by what he saw. After hearing what the other party said, he raised his head and a look of surprise and joy appeared on his face.

Perhaps, to others, the skin of these martial arts were incomplete and completely useless.

However, to him, it had the effect of gaining insights into martial arts, learning, and gaining knowledge quickly.

"Thank you, Director Zhao. I'll take this notebook."

After saying that, Qin Feng turned around and was about to leave, preparing to study this notebook.

Just as he walked to the door, he heard Zhao Qihua hesitating.

However, he did not say anything in the end. That was because he had implicated Qin Feng in this matter for no reason at all.

Watching Qin Feng leave, he sighed.

If he had been able to learn martial arts in his early years, he would probably be a tyrant by now.

However, at an older age, the speed at which one trains in martial arts would slow down and the martial arts would also have an equivalent level of proficiency.

He had just entered the sect and was able to move around as he wished. He had reached the peak of perfection and had reached the six levels of perfection.

To be able to practice a martial art to the acme of perfection, even if it was just an ordinary long fist, it could still display power beyond that of a secret manual.

Qin Feng went back to his room and forgot to eat. He lied on the bed and fell into a infatuated state while staring at his laptop.

He was completely immersed in it, unable to extricate himself.

He did not sleep the whole night, but he was still full of energy and energy. After a whole day, he finally fell asleep at night.

After resting for the night, he arrived at the empty and spacious backyard.

He had already read all the notes on that piece of martial arts fur. He memorized all one hundred martial arts inside. Today was the first day of his training.

Just like this, for three consecutive days, he crazily practiced these martial arts and entered a crazed state.

Then, his strange behavior attracted the attention of the entire Zhao Family Martial Arts School.

Many people were laughing at him, thinking that he was wasting his time.

Those martial arts were not even comparable to the most ordinary long fists.

Because it was incomplete, because its skin couldn't even unleash its full power, it didn't have any further training.

If this continued, it would be no different from wasting time. In the end, all of his efforts would be for naught.

Even Zhao Qihua regretted it a little later. Giving the notes to Qin Feng delayed his understanding of martial arts.

During this period of time, he had also tried to persuade her, but to no avail.

Qin Feng's willpower was too strong. He had been learning like a madman for a month.

In his month at the Zhao Family Martial Arts School, Qin Feng had a nickname: Idiot.

A big fool who was addicted to cultivating martial arts. However, Zhao Qihua didn't think so. He saw a word from Qin Feng's body, "Adultery!"

Martial Awareness Spirit!

Within a month, he had lost more than a dozen of his arms.

Every day, when he went back to sleep late at night, he would be able to see his figure cultivating. It was simply too desperate.

This kind of hardworking spirit was unimaginable.

"Dad, it's all your fault. He insisted on giving that broken notebook to him. It's good now, he's gone mad."

Zhao Yuanyuan grumbled as she stared at Qin Feng's moving figure.

Zhao Qihua was also helpless. He never thought that Qin Feng would be crazy to this extent. What kind of obsession did he have?!

Supporting him until now.

"Perhaps, with his current mental state, he might be able to obtain an unexpected harvest."

For some unknown reason, after a month of tempering, Qin Feng was only able to practice twenty different kinds of martial arts in one day.

As of today, he was able to display one hundred kinds of martial arts fur in one day. Although it was just the skin and was simple, it still gave off an extraordinary feeling.

This situation continued for another month. The Zhao Family Martial Arts School was used to Qin Feng's behavior.

At the end of the second month, Qin Feng had already mastered a hundred different kinds of martial arts in half a day. Through his Killing technique, he developed the following training content.

This finding

He was so excited that he couldn't sleep, so he came to the training field early in the morning.

He faced a millstone and waved his hand. Astral winds raged, stirring the air into a tidal wave.

Boom!

The air current collided with the stone mill, causing a loud explosion.

The stone mill shattered into two pieces and fell to the ground.

Qin Feng's face was full of excitement. The power of this [Three-Foot Wave] seemed to be much stronger than Su Tao's Shattered Rock Hand.

However, Qin Feng had a hundred different kinds of martial arts.

Through the method of fighting techniques, it was released using the Profound Qi and then merged together.

Moreover, he felt that as long as his Killing technique could be improved, the power of these martial arts would still have room for growth.

Thus, it was useless. As long as it was a martial arts technique, regardless of whether it was a level or a flaw, the most important thing was to be able to comprehend it.2

Thinking of this, Qin Feng became more and more restless.

He had already found his own path of cultivation.

Suddenly, loud noises came from outside. The noisy atmosphere attracted his attention.

Walking outside the door, Qin Feng saw a group of red-clothed youths led by a middle-aged man. His qi and blood were abundant, giving off an extremely exuberant and wild feeling.

The middle-aged man slightly narrowed his eyes, but his gaze was extremely sharp.

His arms were crossed over his chest, and he looked very calm. The group of youths behind him, however, all shouted the slogan in unison.

"You son of a b * tch from the Zhao Family Martial Arts School, come out and fight! My Li Family's Martial War Hall is here to challenge the school!"

"A bunch of cowards. Even the curator doesn't dare to come out and meet them. You must be scared to death when you're at home."

"I don't even dare to leave through the door. Trash is really disappointing."

The slogans shouted by the crowd were extremely arrogant, causing the members of the Zhao Family to turn red with anger when they heard it.

"Bullsh * t, taking advantage of the Curator's absence to kick around, don't your Martial War Hall feel that it's shameful?"

A member of the Zhao Family retorted angrily.

Before he could finish his sentence, a black shadow stormed over. A fierce wind swept by, wreaking havoc on the youth's body with a loud bang.

Immediately, the young man's words came to an abrupt halt as he flew backwards.

After Qin Feng saw this, he raised his hand and caught the young man.

"Are you alright?"

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