Curious, they flipped open the notebook and after a casual glance, they were immediately captivated by the text on the pages.
This was a move that An Yiqing had personally comprehended from "Shennong Nine Styles," with both the stances and the steps being exceptional. Yiqing was not surprised that the Blood Generals were fascinated.
As An Zhiyu and a few others looked on intently, An Yiqing did not disturb them and quietly headed to the basement.
At the time, over a hundred Blood Guards, bare-chested, were alternating between wailing and brawling bare-handed in the training hall. On one side of the training ground stood Zhang Yufeng alone, holding a teaching rod, her valiant appearance striking as she stood there erect.
"Xiao Feng!" An Yiqing walked up quietly behind Zhang Yufeng and called out with a cheerful smile.
Zhang Yufeng's body stiffened for a moment, then she quickly recovered, her face filled with disbelief.