Chapter 7 (1/2)

Thinking of doing it, Chu Xingyun immediately found ink and brush, and slowly recalled a set of palm techniques called ”blue wave nine fold waves”.

”Blue wave and nine fold waves” is at the intermediate level of the spirit level. It is already the lowest martial art in Chu Xingyun's memory. If it wasn't for the skillful palm technique, he would have forgotten it.

”I remember the town martial arts of Shuijia, which is the intermediate level of spirit level. This set of” Bi Bo Jiu dielang ”should be regarded as the top martial arts in Xifeng City, and the price should not be too low.”

Within the territory of Liuyun imperial dynasty, Xifeng City, located in the northwest, is just a small border town, and its cultivation resources are not rich.

Most martial arts practitioners only practice human level martial arts, and only those big families have spiritual level martial arts. Moreover, they never spread them out and regard them as the treasure of the Zhen clan.

It's no exaggeration to say that a spirit level martial arts book is enough to break the balance of power among the big families. Even the city Lord's house will be excited and want to buy back the martial arts.

With excitement in his mind, Chu Xingyun wrote the mental cultivation method of ”blue wave and nine fold waves” on the paper, and at the same time, he also painted nine types of palms on it.

This process is no longer easy.

Although Chu Xingyun's vision is high, the spiritual power in his body is too thin. Every time he paints a palm, all his spiritual power will be consumed, and his progress is very slow.

It took a whole half day for Chu Xingyun to finish all the nine movements of ”blue wave and nine fold waves”. His back was wet with sweat, lying on the ground, panting heavily.

”With my current ability, I can only barely draw intermediate martial arts of spirit level. If I force myself to paint higher martial arts, I am afraid I will be bitten by the spirit power and be seriously injured on the spot.”

Martial arts skills are not simple pictures and words.

If you want to copy a set of martial arts perfectly, you need not only great spiritual power, but also martial arts artistic conception. Otherwise, even if you copy the martial arts, it's just superficial, and outsiders can't practice it.

Fortunately, Chu Xingyun Shang I was a strong man at the level of Emperor Wu. He experienced a lot. If he was someone else, he would dare to copy the intermediate martial arts of the spirit level. He was just looking for death.

”I remember that a low-level martial arts can be sold for thousands of Liang silver, and the intermediate spirit level martial arts should be worth about 100000 Liang silver.” Chu Xingyun murmured in his heart and left the inner space of samsara stone directly.

Instead of leaving the courtyard in a hurry, he found a large black robe and went out to the door.

”Young master, where are you going so late?” Chu tiger saw Chu Xingyun and asked.

”I'm going to westwind.” Chu Xingyun stopped and told him, ”this time, I may come back later. You don't have to worry about me. Moreover, if they come to chuyang, they will say that I'll practice in seclusion and never have a conflict with them.”

”Well, everything is up to the master.” Chu tiger nodded and watched Chu Xingyun leave.

Out of the courtyard, Chu Xingyun draped his black robe on his body, quietly left Chu town and entered the brightly lit Xifeng City.

At this time, although it was night, Xifeng City was still full of excitement. There were many martial arts people coming and going on the road. There were not a few people wearing black robes. No one noticed Chu Xingyun.

Along with the memory, Chu Xingyun went through the roads and came to Fangshi.

Fangshi is a paradise for warriors. It is divided into three areas: trading area, auction area and martial arts area.