Chapter 236: Staff education for Xu Xu Qinghuan (Part 2)

Liu Liu Qingyu was speechless for a moment.

From the Tianqing Sect to this Upper Sect.

Although this Elder Jiang occasionally made some risky moves that exceeded ordinary people's cognition, he had indeed never disappointed anyone.

Just...

This opponent was extraordinary.

The ones sitting in the three sects were all Primordial martial artists.

Wanting to snatch the Primordial Qi from the hands of three Primordial martial artists...

That difficulty was comparable to snatching food from a tiger's mouth.

She really couldn't figure out where Jiang Ye got such great confidence.

But looking at his calm and composed manner, the anxiety and pressure she had accumulated for many days quietly dissipated for some reason.

This Elder Jiang possessed a quality that was hard to describe.

You can never see through how many trump cards he still has hidden in his hand, but precisely because of this, you are always inexplicably willing to believe him.

A pot of clear tea reached the bottom, and Liu Liu Qingyu rose to take her leave.

After all, the sky had gradually turned dark.

A man and a woman alone, the influence was not very good.

Her footsteps when leaving were a few points lighter than when she came, stepping on the mountain ground like a clear spring flowing in the mountains, crisp and pleasant.

Jiang Ye's mouth curled into a faint arc.

Jiang Ye tidied up the tea set, walked slowly to the center of the courtyard, unwrapped the cloth strips, and gripped the pitch-black tungsten iron staff.

The staff body was slightly cool, the heavy weight pressing on his palm, but it made the corner of his mouth slowly curl into a satisfied arc.

"Finally can practice this peerless staff art."

He had been waiting for this moment for several days.

From the moment he saw the form-intent diagram of the spirit monkey holding the staff, this staff had already been swung countless times in his heart.

The moonlight tonight was just right; it was a good time to practice the staff.

He took out the manual of "Spirit Monkey Heaven-Shaking Staff" he had rubbed from his bosom and flipped to the first form-intent diagram.

Under the moonlight, the spirit monkey on the paper held the staff and wanted to fall; those monkey eyes, like stone carvings, seemed to come alive under the moonlight, grinning at him through a thin layer of paper.

Jiang Ye took a deep breath, branded the posture of the spirit monkey in his mind, and stood firm with the staff.

The staff is known as the ancestor of all weapons.

The sword has double edges and is easy to hurt oneself; the saber walks on the side and is difficult to take care of both sides.

Only the staff seems the most simple and unadorned.

In reality, it combines offense and defense, hardness and softness, and can pour the martial artist's entire body strength into the staff tip without reservation.

And this "Spirit Monkey Heaven-Shaking Staff" brings the essence of the staff to the extreme.

It has both the agility and changeability of a spirit snake and the deep, heavy dominance of a spirit ox, possessing two completely different martial dao wills in one staff.

He operated his true qi according to the mental cultivation method recorded in the manual and began to practice the most basic staff moves.

Split! Sweep! Poke! Pick! Collapse! Stir! Block! Dance flower!

These most basic moves in staff art were handled by him with ease, natural and smooth.

Clearly it was his first time holding a staff, yet every move swung carried the seasoned skill of someone who had immersed themselves in this path for decades.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The tungsten staff drew dark arcs in the night sky, and dull sonic booms constantly sounded in the void—that was the muffled sound of the air being whipped and exploded by the staff body.

Practicing and practicing, Jiang Ye gradually entered a quite mysterious realm.

The surrounding courtyard, herb field, old pine, moonlight.

All external things slowly faded away in his perception.

It was as if only he remained between heaven and earth, along with the spirit monkey in his mind that was becoming clearer and clearer.

He clearly "saw" the posture of the spirit monkey in the form-intent diagram holding the staff and striking down from above.

It was not a split, not a smash, but a "fall."

Like a mountain falling and a stone crashing, like thunder striking the top, this seemingly plain and unremarkable fall contained a certain mysterious trajectory that could only be understood and not described in words.

This move, "Head-on Staff Blow," was formed by the fusion of the fierce split staff and the vibrating force of the collapse staff.

"So that's how it is..."

A flash of realization instantly flashed in Jiang Ye's mind.

The body moves with the heart.

His posture changed abruptly under the moonlight.

It was no longer a gray-clothed old man practicing the staff, but a rebellious spirit monkey leaping up with a staff, holding the staff with both hands high above its head, the whole person merging with that eight-foot tungsten staff, and falling abruptly toward the void in front of it.

The moment the tungsten staff smashed onto the blue stone ground, the terrifying force contained in the staff body exploded like a flood that had finally found a vent.

Boom—!!!

A pit a zhang wide was shaken out in the center of the courtyard by this staff strike; broken stones flew in all directions like a rainstorm, and with the landing point of the staff tip as the center, spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly in all directions.

Immediately after, a visible vibration spread toward the surroundings with this as the center.

The ground was like being fiercely hammered by an invisible giant hammer; the courtyards within a radius of several hundred meters all trembled slightly.

Wen Yueyao, who was closest, was meditating in her room and was startled awake by this sudden vibration.

"What's the situation? Is it an earthquake..."

A look of great shock passed through the girl's beautiful eyes; she didn't even care about her shoes and ran to the courtyard gate to look out.

What came into view was still the green mountains as before.

"Strange, could it be my illusion?!"

The girl was slightly startled.

"Hahahahaha!!!!!"

Jiang Ye held the tungsten staff, looking at the big pit shaken out by a single staff strike on the ground, and couldn't help but look up and let out a hearty laugh.

"Spirit Monkey Heaven-Shaking Staff," entered the door.

Not only that, he also comprehended the staff momentum contained in the "Head-on Staff Blow."

This was the terror of superb comprehension.

One must know that even in this Upper Sect where geniuses are like clouds, most disciples practice hard for half a lifetime and might not even touch the threshold of peerless martial arts.

He looked down at the big pit on the ground that was still emitting dust and smoke, a look of sincere admiration passing through his eyes.

As expected of a peerless martial art.

If this staff strike hit a person, let alone a Divine Qi Realm martial artist of the same level.

Even a Primordial martial artist, if they were careless, would probably be smashed to pieces.

Jiang Ye practiced more and more vigorously, the tungsten staff in his hand being danced by him with great momentum.

The split staff was as fierce as a mountain collapse, the sweep staff was as sharp as an autumn wind, the poke staff was as accurate as a snake's tongue, and the dance flower was indistinguishable between true and false.

It wasn't until the second half of the night that Jiang Ye withdrew the tungsten staff.

A layer of fine sweat seeped from his forehead, a rare occurrence.

However, he didn't feel tired at all, but felt his blood flowing smoothly, and even a wave of dry heat rose up.

He lowered his eyes and swept a glance, the corner of his mouth curling into a meaningful arc.

Hmm...

After comprehending this staff momentum, there were many places it could be used.

It was not just this tungsten staff in his hand.

"Just right, the fire is very high now; go find that girl and practice this staff art again."

Xu Xu Qinghuan's enchanting face flashed in Jiang Ye's mind instantly.

This girl had been quite bold recently.

She even dared to sneak attack him.

It was time to give her a wave of staff education.

Let her remember, and know the consequences of sneaking attacking an old man like him.