C45 (1/2)

Ye Mo Han and Liu Yi Yi stayed at Tiger Subduing Mountain. Every day, Ye Mo would walk away with Liu Yi Yi, hoping that she would remember something. Zhao Binglong lived on the other side of the mountain. Every day, he would lift a huge rock and practice martial arts. After finishing his practice, he would often come to Ye Chanhan to chat with the two of them.

One day, Ye Chanhan saw Zhao Binglong lift up a giant boulder that weighed a thousand Jin and go up to a height of ten Zhang from the bottom. He tried a few hundred times, but to no avail. If that huge rock had accidentally smashed down, Zhao Binglong would have been smashed into a pile of meat paste. Although martial arts focused on hard work, this was the first time Ye Mo had seen someone like Zhao Binglong fight so hard.

Zhao Binglong glanced sideways at Ye Mo Han, sighed, and slowly placed the huge rock on the ground. It was as if he had not successfully jumped onto the high ground, and he felt a little embarrassed as he said, ”This Hidden Tiger Mountain was won by me when I was sparring with Sun Mubai in the Wudang Sect.”

Ye Chanhan really couldn't understand what a person with brute force could do. Sun Muxia actually agreed to fight with Zhao Binglong over lifting a stone. This was outside of Ye Chonglou's expectations. ”He's just a wudao, how could he compete with you?”

Zhao Binglong seemed to see through the disdain in Ye Mo's heart. He said: ”Brother Ye, what do you think of my inner force?”

”Heavy and fierce.” Although Ye Chanhan's internal Qi had reached the same level, it was still inferior to Zhao Binglong's.

Zhao Binglong seemed very pleased and proudly said, ”I'll tell you the truth, Brother Ye. Most of the people who practice this inner force skill start from the Qi, and I have to create a new path and start from the outer sect's martial arts. ”

Ye Tonghan was very interested in Zhao Binglong's words. In the cultivation of internal energy, he had also started from the point of training his Qi. There were also other people like Lu Mingjie, who relied on absorbing the aura of others to cultivate their inner force. On the other hand, it was unheard-of for someone like Zhao Binglong to rely on his own strength to practice inner force.

Zhao Binglong chuckled and continued, ”There is a limit to a person's strength, but not their inner force. Therefore, do you think that after your strength reaches its limit, the remaining external force will naturally be converted into internal force? Furthermore, training in external martial arts is much easier than training in internal energy. What kind of path is that called? ”

”We will return on the same path.”

”Yes.” ”My cultivation path is different from other people's, but the final result of my cultivation will still be inner force, and it will be far faster than other people's.” Zhao Binglong seemed to be very calm and collected, as if he had forgotten that he failed to lift the boulder and jump onto the high ground.

Ye Mo Han didn't feel the same way about what Zhao Bin Long had said, and he even felt it was funny. Although a human's strength has its limits, how can one determine if one's strength has reached its limits? For someone like Zhao Binglong who had a thorough understanding of his own strength, he was probably the only person in the world who could do so. Moreover, each person's physiques were different. If Zhao Binglong could train to the limits of an outer sect's strength, then others might not be able to make any progress even after several years.

Ye Bengchang naturally would not mention these things to Zhao Binglong. Otherwise, with his temperament, he would have to explain endlessly. Even if he explained, he would not be able to explain. He immediately echoed, ”Brother Zhao's words are very reasonable. I have benefited greatly from it.”

Zhao Binglong laughed loudly and said, ”Brother Ye, you're too modest. How about you come with me to raise a stone to train?”

Ye Mo pretended to be deep in thought. ”Such a good weather, don't you think it's a pity to practice cultivation?”

Zhao Binglong facepalmed with his left hand and then clapped, ”Exquisite. I'll take you to a good place. ”

Regardless of whether Ye Mo Han agreed or not, Zhao Bing Long quickly ran down the mountain. Ye Chanhan wanted to take Liu Yiyi with him, but in the blink of an eye, Zhao Binglong had already gone far away. Seeing that Ye Mo Han had quickly caught up to him, Zhao Binglong wanted to spar with him, so he could only run even faster. It was just that Ye Chonglou's Qing Gong had been heavily trained by his grandfather since he was young, almost to the point of being the best in the world. No matter how hard Zhao Binglong tried, Ye Chanhan followed closely by his side.

The place that Zhao Binglong had arrived at was north of Hidden Tiger Mountain. First he had to pass through a forest, then he had to walk through endless wasteland. The destination was a round gateless mansion, which suddenly appeared on the wasteland. The wall of this mansion was twenty feet high. On the wall, there were broken blades sticking out. It was obvious that they were afraid that someone would jump over the wall and carefully set them up.

”What's in here?” Ye Mo Han stood not far away from the high wall, sizing up the huge house.

”They are holding the people that the Wudang Sect's Sun Muxia and Young Master Lin Wuyu fear the most.”