C9 Thirteen Styles of Dragon and Tiger

Nine Dragons and Tigers Thirteen Styles

Lin Yan's unease was not based on nothing. He had thought of a very important matter.

A Spiritual Master had a Spiritual Skill. Apothecaries, on the other hand, had fire techniques.

Even though he had a third grade Spirit Fire, he didn't have a fire technique. To break through the formation with just brute force, that was no different than a pipe dream.

Moreover, there were only fourteen days left. Even if he could get a fire technique, there was no point in saying whether he would learn it or not.

"What should we do? What should we do?" "" Lin Yan scratched his head, almost scratching his scalp. " How could I forget such an important matter? "

Lin Yan could not help but blame himself.

But after a moment, he calmed down.

Right now, the most important thing was not to regret, but to find a solution as soon as possible.

He forced himself to calm down and started thinking about how to deal with it.

After thinking for a long time, there was only one method that he could think of, which was to look for an ordinary person to practice his fist art on. Combined with his own strength, he might just be able to pass.

The clan's library contained many spirit skills and fist techniques. However, he was still a fool in everyone's eyes. If he rashly took out the fist technique, others would definitely suspect him.

After some thought, he suddenly thought of something.

He probed with his soul, pulling out a book from the locket.

This was something he'd obtained from the black figure that tried to rob him the night he'd obtained the Flaming Ganoderma.

On the cover, there were five flamboyant words — Dragon and Tiger Thirteen Styles.

When Lin Yan saw these five words, he could not help but not know whether to laugh or cry.

Everyone knew that the《 Thirteen Dragon and Tiger Forms》 had a resounding name. In fact, this was a rather weak fist technique.

Every move of it looked powerful and powerful, capable of splitting mountains.

But for some reason, ordinary people were simply unable to unleash its power. Only a Spiritual Master could display it. However, Spirit Masters all had their own techniques. Who would be so bored as to come and practice a fist technique that ordinary people practiced?

However, Lin Yan thought: Since a Spirit Master could display the power of the《 Thirteen Dragon Tiger Styles》, as an apprentice alchemist, would he also be able to display its power?

Moreover, there was no time to ponder over these matters now. If he did not start practicing now, he would inevitably suffer a crushing defeat when he broke through the formation in half a month's time.

Thinking of this, he opened the book.

In truth, the《 Thirteen Dragon and Tiger Forms》 only had twelve stances.

The first six stances were Tiger Form, while the last six stances were Dragon Form. The final movement was the 'retracting' stance, which was the same as cupping one's fists in salute after the end of the fight.

Lin Yan flipped to the first move and began studying it carefully, occasionally throwing out a punch or two.

Lin Yan was fascinated by the way some of these powers were transmitted, used, and reused.

He discovered that this fist technique could unleash all of his strength and then condense it into a single point of explosive power. As a result, not only was the power of this attack monstrous, but it also had a penetrating power.

Realizing this, Lin Yan practiced even harder.

Practicing was boring, but the past half year's experience had allowed him to train his tough personality. He was neither anxious nor impatient, and every punch and slap was strictly according to the posture and strength written in the book.

He didn't feel tired at all until sunset.

When Uncle Lin brought in the dinner, he saw that Lin Yan was crazily practicing the Thirteen Dragons Fists and could not help but feel a little heartache as he said, "Young master, you should rest for a while and practice again, don't hurt your body."

Lin Yan's face was covered in sweat. His clothes were all stuck to his body, and a few strands of hair were stuck to his face. While gasping for air, he said, "I don't have that much time to rest. I need to practice this first move as soon as possible."

Regarding the matter of a pill refiner or even a fist technique, Uncle Lin did not understand anything and did not try to persuade Lin Yan anymore. He only knew that in half a month, Lin Yan would be able to break through the formation. If they weren't able to break through the formation, then the two of them would no longer be able to live in the clan.

That night, Lin Yan did not sleep. He practiced until dawn of the next day before he finally felt tired. Extreme exhaustion.

Without taking off his clothes, he fell asleep on the bed.

When Uncle Lin brought the food over, he was unable to wake up no matter how hard he tried.

Uncle Lin could only helplessly shake his head as he placed the bowl of rice on the table and left.

This sleep lasted until the sun set before Lin Yan finally opened his eyes.

The first thing he did when he got up was to throw himself at the table and sweep away all the lunch.

At this point, Uncle Lin had already brought in the dinner. Seeing Lin Yan eating cold food, he said, "Young master, cold food is not to be eaten."

Lin Yan did not even raise his head as he continued to eat and said, "It's alright."

After finishing his cold meal, he took the bowl of food from Uncle Lin and poured it all into his stomach. Lin Yan patted his full belly and continued practicing.

When Uncle Lin saw how Lin Yan was working so hard, apart from the pain in his heart, he was also gratified. He murmured, "The young master is becoming more and more like the master."

Ever since then, for three to four consecutive days, Lin Yan had been sleeping soundly during the day and practicing his fist techniques at night. He felt that he was becoming more and more adept at it.

On this night, Lin Yan was practicing the Thirteen Dragons Fists when he suddenly realized a problem.

When he practiced the Thirteen Divisions of Dragon and Tiger, he was unable to cultivate the Spirit Fire. When training in the Spiritual Flames, he was also unable to practice the Thirteen Series of the Dragon Tiger Form.

Now that he didn't have much time left, was there any way for him to cultivate his spiritual fire and also practice the thirteen moves of the Dragon Tiger Fist at the same time?

Thinking of this, while Lin Yan was practicing his fist art, he focused his attention on the ancient tree outside, wanting to use his soul force to guide the fire element.

But no matter what, he could not do two things at once.

When one focused their attention on the spirit fire, the boxing style would become a mess. When one focused their attention on the boxing style, it was impossible to guide the fire element into the body.

However, he was not depressed. From his observation, he discovered that even when he was not cultivating his spirit fire, there would still be some fire elements that would slowly enter his body, as if attracted by the green mist in his dantian.

However, as a result, the amount of fire element entering his body was very little. If one did not observe carefully, it would be almost impossible to detect.

With this discovery, Lin Yan had an idea.

In the dead of night, he quietly got up.

He did not go out directly. He needed to see if there was anyone watching.

He waited by the door for a while, but nothing happened.

He then spread out his soul force to scan his surroundings, making sure that no one was watching him.

He quietly pushed open the door and walked towards the Lin Clan's back mountain.

The moonlight was like water as it sprinkled onto his clear and cold eyes, causing people to feel slightly cold.

Arriving at a forest at the back of the mountain, Lin Yan used his soul force to investigate the area. After confirming that there was no one around, he heaved a sigh of relief.

When they arrived at a clearing in the forest, Lin Yan stopped in his tracks.

The grass and insects around them were clamoring, and there were occasional cries from night birds.

Everything was so familiar.

Lin Yan's thoughts returned to half a year ago.

At that time, his father would often bring him here to train.

His father taught him to absorb the spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth, to filter it out, and to store it in his dantian.

His father's stern but loving gaze lingered for a long time in his mind.

"..."

The corner of Lin Yan's mouth curled up into a faint smile, and the light in his eyes became gentle.

However, time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, his father suddenly died. His dantian was destroyed, and his family property was taken over.

He had suffered all sorts of bullying …

Thinking of this, Lin Yan clenched his fist, raised his head to the sky and muttered: "What belongs to me, I must get it back."

At this moment, he did not start cultivating his spirit fire. However, he discovered that the fire element in the hundreds of thousands of trees was attracted to the green mist in his dantian and was automatically gathering in his body.

Although each tree only had a small amount of fire element, the amount of fire element accumulated by hundreds of thousands of trees was not little.

They automatically gathered towards Lin Yan, entering his body and flowing into his dantian before fusing together with the green mist.

"That's it." Lin Yan said.

He began to practice the first stance of the Thirteen Series of Dragon and Tiger. As expected, when he started to cultivate. The fire elements continued to enter his body.

From then on, Lin Yan went to sleep during the day and practiced his fist arts at night at the back of the mountain.

After ten days, his spiritual fire had actually reached the fourth level.

As for him, he had already mastered the first stance of the Thirteen Series of Dragon and Tiger.

If anyone knew about this, they would definitely be stunned.

In half a month, he leveled up.

Half a month, first move.

Regardless of whether it was training with the spiritual fire or practicing with his fists, his speed was abnormal.

Spirit fire was extremely hard to cultivate, and it would take at least three months for an ordinary apprentice alchemist to level up.

On the other hand, although the Thirteen Series of Dragon and Tiger Fist were just ordinary fist arts, it was much simpler to practice. However, the first move that he had learned in half a month was something even the founder of the fist technique could not match up to.

Of course, the reason why he could reach such a level, other than his talent, was also because of Lin Yan's hard work. Other than sleeping and eating, he spent the rest of his time practicing his fist techniques. Although it was unexpected, it was still within reason that he had reached such a level.

Today was the last night, and tomorrow was Lin Yan's fifteenth birthday, which was also the day he would break the formation.

That night, he once again arrived at the back of the mountain.