I can identify everything, but the level is increased by one

“Yanfu Fist?”

Su Han looked at the fist manual he got for free.

Information appeared before his eyes.

[Yanfu Fist: One of the inheritances left by the Yanfu Celestial Sect in the ancient era, later obtained by others, creating the current Yanfu Sect, with the intention of "In the great world of Yanfu, only fists matter." It focuses on tempering the physique and is a prerequisite for learning the core inheritance of the Yanfu Celestial Sect.]

Su Han's eyes lit up, this Yanfu Sect has a great background!

The next day, the upgrade count was restored to two.

Su Han couldn't wait and immediately identified and upgraded.

[Yanfu Yuan Gong: The core foundation-building inheritance of the Yanfu Celestial Sect, with the intention of "I am supreme in the vast Yanfu." It focuses on cultivating an invincible spirit and laying a perfect foundation.

When practiced to great success, it can break a human body limit and draw power from the body's divine treasure.]

After reading the information, he was overjoyed.

He really picked up a great bargain, it's actually a method specifically for building the foundation!

But what is this body's divine treasure, and why is there no mention of it in the current martial arts theories?

Su Han pondered, then shook his head and put it aside.

It is a sin to refuse what Heaven bestows, so practice it first.

The body's divine treasure probably involves a more profound realm of martial arts.

On this point, he has to thank that Yanfu Celestial, Ye Xuanji.

Su Han smiled slightly, the information of Yanfu Yuan Gong was equally mysterious, imprinted in his mind.

He imagined a pure primordial energy existing in the vast void, as if it were the foundation of the Yanfu world...

"Cough, cough, cough."

In the endless snowy land.

Ye Xuanji was ragged, severely injured, more than one bone was broken, internal organs were bleeding, coughing up blood from time to time.

He staggered through the snow forest, the silver light on his body flickering, barely able to block the biting cold from the outside world.

His face was extremely ugly, recalling the battle yesterday.

The sub-hall master of the Golden Pavilion, Yuan Xingkong, had actually reached the Great Perfection of Skin Refinement, probably having cultivated the Water-Fire Immortal Garment, immune to water and fire.

His attacks were completely ineffective.

But why?

How could such a fierce person emerge from a small eight-hundred-mile territory?

Such an expert, even if placed in the prefecture, could stir up boundless waves, one person, one fist, enough to break through those small sects without Qi Refining grandmasters!

Even when facing a true Qi Refining grandmaster...

He recalled the power of Yuan Xingkong in that battle, and a sense of absurdity rose in his heart, feeling that even if his master came in person, he might not be able to gain any advantage.

But how is that possible?

Tendons, bones, and skin still belong to the stage of pure body refinement, but Qi Refining grandmasters already involve the body's divine treasure, and even absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The difference is like a chasm.

How could it be easily crossed?

"Guest of the Yanfu Sect, stop, this road is blocked."

Suddenly, several Taoists walked out of the dense forest ahead, wearing black Taoist robes, blocking Ye Xuanji's path with surging auras, standing together like a city wall, blocking everything.

Ye Xuanji stopped, squinting his eyes:

"Heretical True Cultivators?"

"Precisely, please return the way you came."

The leading Taoist took a step forward and said calmly.

"Why should I listen to you heretical demons?"

Ye Xuanji smiled coldly.

He was defeated and severely injured.

But he is still a martial artist who has successfully forged his bones!

"The guest can leave Peace County in a few days, but not today.

Peace County is currently only allowing entry, not exit."

The leading Taoist said indifferently.

Ye Xuanji said: "What arrogant words, on the territory of the Great Li, there are heretics who dare to block the territory?

Based on you demons who haven't even achieved Yin Divinity?"

The Taoists squinted their eyes.

This crude martial artist actually understands their True Cultivation path.

The leading Taoist's tone softened a little, and continued: "Guest of the Yanfu Sect, we have no intention of making things difficult for you.

We just want to invite you to rest in Peace County for a few days, during which we can provide money, effort, and medicine, what do you think?"

"What if I don't agree?"

"You were defeated by Yuan Xingkong and are already seriously injured."

The Taoist didn't continue, the meaning was obvious.

"Unfortunately, you are not Yuan Xingkong."

Hearing this, Ye Xuanji laughed loudly and attacked instantly.

Half an incense stick later, he stood in a pool of blood, spitting out a mouthful of blood, looking at the corpses of the Taoists lying on the ground, and smiled disdainfully.

Did they think they could do anything to him with some Yin Divinity illusions?

We martial artists have vigorous and masculine qi.

Isn't it easy to break your petty illusions?

"Cough, cough, cough."

Unfortunately, after a while, Ye Xuanji coughed violently again, several more bones were broken, and his internal organs were tending to bleed heavily.

He had to sit down in place for a while to recover.

But who knows how many obstacles there are ahead.

His face was gloomy, no, he can't continue fighting.

Although he is not afraid of these heretical demons, if he continues to fight, he will completely suppress his body's injuries, and his life force will be lost and he will die.

He has to notify the sect to come and pick him up.

But why are these heretical True Cultivators blocking this small territory?

Could there be some secret here?

Recalling that even an expert who had cultivated the Water-Fire Immortal Garment was nesting here, he squinted his eyes, thought for a moment, and squatted down rarely, searching the corpses of these Taoists.

He actually found a letter on these Taoists.

He opened it and took a look, his eyes widened, and he was stunned.

Dragon Locking Formation, Dragon Qi?

How is this possible?

But thinking that the behavior of these Taoists blocking the territory just now did not seem fake, his expression quickly turned to great joy, if so, he must report to the sect as soon as possible, the Yanfu Sect will flourish!

In the distance, on a high cliff.

Two young men in brocade robes watched this scene from afar.

"He should have taken the bait."

One of the dark-skinned youths said indifferently.

"Leading the Yanfu Sect into the game is leading the large and small sects of Qingyuan Prefecture into the game.

Zhuge Xi, what exactly do you want to do?

The Pavilion Master shouldn't have told you to do this, right?"

He looked at the tall, squinting youth next to him and asked.

"Hehe, because of destiny."

Zhuge Xi smiled slightly.

The birth of Dragon Qi is destiny, whether it is the White Lotus Sect, the Yanfu Sect, or even the Pavilion Master himself, they cannot defy it.

Since that's the case, let's make this game more chaotic.

He raised his head and looked up at the sky, as if he saw a large net.

"Let's go back, I heard that another genius has joined the Golden Pavilion under our Pavilion Master, and the Pavilion Master has praised him highly.

It makes me very curious."

He threw down these words and left without looking back.

The dark-skinned youth scratched his head, genius?

He is not optimistic.

The Dragon Locking Formation has not been broken, is there really any genius here?

Even if the struggle failed in the past.

But those of us who followed the Pavilion Master to this place...

Are the real geniuses, right?