Yan ZK

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife.
The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them.
Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties.
The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine.
Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles.
The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era.
The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.
(Solo female lead)

Why do I have so many masters?

The festive atmosphere finally dissipated with the departure of Zhang Tingyun, leaving behind not a single trace.


After a lengthy period of idleness, the people of Great Qin resumed their normal lives once again, and Wang Anfeng's life at home also became purely dedicated to practicing martial arts and training his fists every day. Under the guidance of Li Qidao, the three martial arts techniques of the Heavenly Thunder Fist were improving at a palpable rate.


However, Wang Anfeng had once asked the old man why, when he had originally created a complete set of four martial arts techniques, did he only teach him three?


Li Qidao gave him a look, smacked his lips, and said,


"If you had focused on cultivating the Gang Thunder Force all these years, you would probably be able to get started with the last martial arts technique by now. It's a pity, a true pity, that you're still far from that level..."


Chapter 156: Climbing High That Year, That Person Composed a Poem (Part 1 of 552)