C8 Fallen Leaf Palm of Returning Wind

How could the little guy know that his father instigated his own Genuine Qi? The ignorant and ignorant Little Gu Feng still thought that he was a peerless genius who would not appear in ten thousand years.

Throughout the world, no matter how heaven defying a person was, it was impossible for them to achieve such an achievement. Sensing the spirit energy of the world, absorbing it into his acupoints, assaulting blocked meridians, etc. These were all complex and long processes that required time to accumulate.

Zhang Wuliu had accepted the orthodox method of cultivation in the Wuliang Sect for a few years, and had only opened up major meridians, without condensing any Aurous Cores, it would be impossible for the little guy to get close to Zhang Wuliu.

The boastful little fellow had said that he had achieved such a great achievement in a single day. How could this not cause the couple to snicker?

Gu Hai had exhausted too much of his Fa Li last night. Thinking about the upcoming difficult battle, he wanted to grab hold of every second of the battle and make up for the loss of energy as much as possible.

The little guy was dragged into the courtyard by his mother, and the first set of "absolute arts" in his life was taught by Chu Xiangyu.

The little guy did not resist. The only request he had was to learn 'absolute arts'.

In order to make her son interested in continuing to learn, Chu Xiangyu decided to demonstrate it once more. She said to Gu Feng: "Feng, today, mother will pass on to you a set of absolute arts in your life, the [Windy Falling Leaf Palm]. "In the past, mother used this absolute art to defeat all the enemies of the world. No one was a match for mother, so I will demonstrate it to you now."

He thought that the little guy would be excited and urge him to practice faster. Little Gu Feng only raised his head, blinked his large eyes, and muttered. "Can he beat father?"

Once those words were said, Chu Xiangyu's expression immediately darkened. She gritted her teeth and said, "You really spout too much rubbish. If you don't want to learn, then forget it."

"Yes!"

Little Gu Feng pursed his lips and weakly nodded. His interest was not as strong anymore.

Seeing the little guy's expression, Chu Xiangyu was so angry that she almost exploded. She really wanted to grab her son's face and ruthlessly ravage him.

"Take a good look. There are a total of thirty-six forms of the [Windy Falling Leaf Palm]. Each form also contains several different variations. You must carefully look at them."

Giving her son a fierce glare, Chu Xiangyu finally started to practice.

The first movement: Falling Leaves

Second move: Riding on the Wind.

Third move: …

The thirty-fifth stance: Shocking Wind Return.

The thirty-sixth move: Homecoming.

As Chu Xiangyu swung out his first palm, it was filled with layers upon layers of palm images. From time to time, the surrounding air exploded with a "crackling" sound. Within the palm images that filled the sky, a beautiful figure floated back and forth like a fallen leaf or willow branch. It was dazzling and difficult to figure out.

While you are at a loss for words, perhaps in the next second, a seemingly weak palm will strike you in the chest.

As this set of palm techniques neared its end, the palm shadows that filled the sky seemed to turn into the shadows of demons, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws at him, affecting his mental state, causing him to be caught off guard.

After the last movement, "Falling Leaves Returning Roots", was executed, and the palm images that filled the sky, the heavy ghost images, finally turned into a weak palm, and disappeared without a trace. Replacing it was a beautiful silhouette with a smile on her face as she looked at the long-dazed Little Gu Feng.

"How is mother's absolute art? Can we defeat Zhang Wuliu? " Chu Xiangyu was very pleased, in her opinion, this time, her son should be pestering her to study.

Sure enough, the little guy vigorously nodded his head, his face filled with joy. However, the little fellow's next words almost made Chu Xiangyu spit blood.

"Mother, I feel that this set of palm techniques is enough to deal with Zhang Wuliu, but if it's Father … I don't think so! "

"Scram …"

Chu Xiangyu who could no longer endure it anymore finally erupted, letting out a hysterical scream, which scared birds flying everywhere.

After roaring out, Chu Xiangyu decisively turned around and ignored his son. This little guy was simply too infuriating.

"Mother, don't go. Your son is willing to learn. "Even if you can't beat your father, don't be discouraged. One day, your son will use this absolute art to help you defeat your father."

"Gu Feng..." Chu Xiangyu roared once again, his roar was similar to that of an enraged tigress. Today, Chu Xiangyu was truly not lightly angered by her son.

"Mother, mother, your son knows that he was wrong. Don't be angry, I'm willing to learn from you." Seeing how infuriated he was, Xiao Budian chased after his mother and shook his mother's hand non-stop. He was afraid that his mother would be angry and not teach him any more absolute arts. If that happened, when would Zhang Wuliu get his revenge?

After calming her emotions, Chu Xiangyu lowered her head and looked at his son, warning him in a very unfriendly tone, "If you dare speak nonsense again, you won't be able to learn mother's absolute art for the rest of your life."

"Hm!" I will remember. " The little guy nodded very seriously, and looked up at his mother. His big eyes blinked with a very serious expression.

It had to be said that the little guy was very talented in the field of cultivation. After Chu Xiangyu's patient explanation and demonstration, the little guy quickly grasped the gist of it. After an entire afternoon of practice, a faint shadow of a palm could be seen.

The only flaw was that the little guy's Genuine Qi s were not thick enough, and the palm techniques produced would not achieve the desired result.

Even so, Chu Xiangyu still completely believed that the little guy could use this set of palm technique to defeat Zhang Wuliu right now.

This set of palm techniques was on a completely different level from the inferior martial arts Zhang Wuliu had learned in the Wuliang Sect.

The little guy understood this point, and was very confident at the moment. As he shouted, he was about to find Zhang Wuliu to settle the score. In the end, however, his mother pulled him back. Chu Xiangyu said patiently: "Remember, child. Training your martial arts is the way to go. Zhang Wuliu is not your goal. If one wanted to truly roam the world, one had to continuously become stronger. Even if you defeat him today, if you don't continue to cultivate diligently, perhaps there might be someone tomorrow that will suppress you. Only the truly powerful can move freely between heaven and earth. "

Hearing his mother's words, little Gu Feng no longer bothered to find Zhang Wuliu and settle the score. Instead, he focused on practicing his palm techniques. The current Zhang Wuliu was no longer important to him, but he still wanted to take revenge. That Zhang Wuliu was really detestable to actually dare to say that he was a wet bed baby that had not been weaned yet.

This great hatred could not help but to be avenged, and the young and arrogant Gu Feng could not bear this humiliation.