Chapter 343: Great Henglian

"Great Henglian."

Li Rui whispered.

Henglian techniques were the most common type of external martial arts. Not to mention rank-entered martial artists, even some sturdy ordinary people could become invincible among commoners after learning Henglian.

There were quite a few people in the world who learned Henglian.

Not to mention those far away, Tan Hu and Liu Tiezhu, two natural Vajras, had both learned some Henglian, and it was even more common in armies like the Anning Guard; it was said that the Northwest Border Army had even more.

Of course.

Besides Henglian, there were also things like Iron Cloth Shirt, Golden Bell Cover, and so on.

Different sects had their differences, especially Buddhist sects, which loved practicing external techniques focused on defense.

But once they reached the middle and upper ranks, fewer people practiced them.

As for the Great Henglian in He Qiannian's mouth, it was unknown.

He Qiannian's words were ethereal:

"The key to my Great Henglian lies in the word 'Great'. Those who practice external techniques are limited to their own small plot of land; their perspective isn't big enough."

"Others nourish their bodies with the qi of heaven and earth, but since heaven doesn't accept me, I will refine it myself."

"So I pondered and created this Great Henglian."

"Originally, I wanted to pass it on to my disciples, but they are all dual cultivators of internal and external, and their external technique practice is truly mediocre, so it would be useless even if I gave it to them."

"But you, kid, have a few possibilities."

"Come, come, come, I will pass this Great Henglian to you now."

After finishing.

He Qiannian stood up abruptly.

In just a split second.

In Li Rui's eyes, he was like an ancient god or demon, his flesh radiating a terrifying pressure. Ordinary martial artists would probably kneel in submission just by touching this aura, unable to stand.

Fists like dragons!

In an instant, He Qiannian threw thousands of punches, his speed shockingly fast, so fast that even Li Rui couldn't see clearly.

The aura of a Grandmaster was fully displayed.

He was shocked in his heart.

Was this the strength possessed by a top-tier third-rank external technique expert?

He Qiannian's fist intent was unleashed freely, mixed and natural, every move and style as if assisted by gods.

At this moment.

A touch of moonlight happened to reveal itself on the horizon.

A miraculous scene appeared.

Only to see the cold moonlight appearing to be attracted by He Qiannian, constantly gathering around his body. Gradually, the moonlight gathered more and more.

In the end, it was even more brilliant and dazzling than the sun.

Enveloping He Qiannian!

Triggering celestial phenomena!

Li Rui's pupils contracted violently.

A Tongxuan powerhouse, terrifying to this extent!

The whole process lasted for a full hour before He Qiannian's fist momentum gradually slowed down and finally stopped.

The moonlight on his body dissipated.

Revealing his hunched figure once again.

As if the scene just now was only a dream.

He Qiannian's fist intent hadn't dissipated yet, and his sharp eyes looked at Li Rui, making people feel as if they were in a ten-thousand-foot ice cave.

"Have you learned it?"

His Great Henglian had no mental cultivation method and no oral formula.

It was just practice.

As for how much one could comprehend, it all depended on one's own fortune.

He had once taught this fist technique to Xiao Yu, but Xiao Yu hadn't grasped even half of the essence, which angered him so much that he kicked Xiao Yu several times. From then on, Xiao Yu, the most promising eldest disciple, had never seen a good face from his own master.

Li Rui closed his eyes and pondered.

He Qiannian didn't urge him, just sat on the side drinking tea calmly.

A full hour passed again.

Li Rui then opened his eyes.

"I understand."

He Qiannian was happy: "Then tell me, what do you understand?"

Li Rui: "All along, external techniques have been practiced wrongly."

He Qiannian's face was happy: "Continue, where is it wrong?"

Li Rui looked serious:

"Too kind."

The curve of He Qiannian's mouth increased: "Tell me, how is it kind?"

"Only caring about burying one's head in practicing oneself won't lead to becoming a terrestrial immortal. You have to snatch—snatch from martial artists of the same generation, snatch from demon beasts, ghosts, and demons. If heaven doesn't give it, then snatch it from heaven."

If you can't get it, then snatch it!

"Good."

"Very good!"

He Qiannian suddenly laughed heartily, his laughter shaking the martial hall so much that even the disciples heard it.

One by one, they couldn't help but wonder what could make the third-rank Hall Master so happy.

Outside the courtyard gate.

Several disciples attracted by He Qiannian's laughter looked at each other, and one by one asked the eldest disciple Xiao Yu: "Eldest Senior Brother, what happened to Master? Why is he so happy?"

Xiao Yu looked at the courtyard gate with a complex expression.

He already had a guess in his heart.

The scene tonight had also appeared five years ago, and at that time, the person inside the courtyard was him.

It was just that he hadn't been able to comprehend his master's fist intent and was kicked out of the door in the end.

Obviously.

Li Rui inside had succeeded.

'He is indeed stronger than me.'

This was completely inferior skill; Xiao Yu had once had this opportunity but hadn't grasped it, and now that someone else had, he wasn't jealous in the slightest, only purely envious.

Xiao Yu slowly said to the junior brother beside him: "Master has found a true successor."

Inside the courtyard.

He Qiannian held his stomach, laughing until tears flowed, as if he had thought of something extremely interesting.

"Right, you have to snatch."

"If martial artists of our generation don't even have this much perspective, what's the point of practicing fists? Might as well pluck the bird and be a woman."

"Whoever doesn't give it, just go snatch it!"

"Heaven is the same."

Snatching was the absolute true meaning of his Great Henglian.

Li Rui looked at He Qiannian, bent his body deeply, and bowed: "Thank you, Senior, for teaching me the fist technique."

He Qiannian waved his hand:

"It's your own ability; no need to thank me."

He was truly happy.

One step wrong, every step wrong.

He no longer had the possibility of going further, but that didn't mean external techniques weren't good, so he just wanted to teach a disciple who could also beat people to death using external techniques.

Li Rui was quite good. "Master, please accept this disciple's bow."

He Qiannian had given him such great help; if he still stood there blankly, he would be somewhat insensible.

Seeing Li Rui about to kneel, he was blocked by He Qiannian one step ahead: "I only taught you the fist technique, I didn't say I would take you as a disciple. If you really want to thank me, then practice until you become a true first-rank terrestrial immortal, and let the world know that external techniques are no weaker than internal techniques."

Li Rui took a deep breath:

"I will do my best."

He Qiannian nodded, even more satisfied with Li Rui.

Li Rui didn't say any grand words, just said what he could do.

This was very good.

Very good.

He Qiannian liked this steady temperament more and more.

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Except for looking a bit old, the young man had no major flaws!

On the other end.

Qinghe City, Huacai Residence, Room Number One of Heaven.

A man in a short, tight-fitting outfit knocked on the door with a thud-thud-thud.

Before long.

Song Shi pushed the door open and walked out.

"Come in."

After saying this, he turned and walked back into the room. The man outside the door was his trusted aide he had brought from the Song family.

The man walked into the room and then closed the door.

He then spoke: "Master, A-Er and I have entered the Ten Thousand Mountains to take a look. That evil sect calls itself the Purple Chai Jingong. We two squatted outside the palace for several days, but there were actually Primordial martial artists guarding it, so we didn't dare to get close."

Song Shi narrowed his eyes slightly.

Primordial martial artists?

A small, unknown evil sect actually had Primordial martial artists guarding it.

This display was no worse than the imperial palace.

Strange.

Truly very strange.

"Could it be the work of a Fallen Immortal?"

He had once followed Commander Yang Bing to handle a Fallen Immortal incident, and those people's methods were indeed mind-boggling, so having Primordial guards didn't seem that outrageous.

"Go explore first."

Song Shi pondered.

The few subordinates he brought weren't weak; they were Sea-Observing martial artists.

But facing Primordial powerhouses, it was like sending one after another, completely without any value; they could only observe from afar and couldn't obtain any valuable information.

Qinghe did have some Primordial powerhouses.

But they were all elders of major sects, and he couldn't command them.

As for the other Secret Guard Seeking Mountain Envoy in the city, he was only at the Sea-Observing cultivation level, so he wasn't of much use.

"The Divine Concealment Technique is mysterious; I shouldn't be discovered."

He pondered to himself.

To become a Secret Guard, one was naturally chosen from thousands.

The primary requirement was naturally loyalty.

His background and experience were extremely clean, and plus his excellent bone structure and skill in light-body techniques, he was chosen as a Secret Guard and then promoted step by step to Ding Mountain Envoy.

He was naturally confident in his own ability to save his life.

Seeing that Song Shi wanted to take action personally.

That Song family martial artist hesitated: "Master, that Purple Chai Jingong is extremely strange. Why not call for more people?"

Song Shi waved his hand:

"I have my own judgment."

"Wonderful, wonderful."

In the courtyard.

Li Rui held the Immortal Blade Zhan Jiao, dancing wildly with both blade and sheath.

It was exactly the Great Henglian taught by He Qiannian, but his moves were not related to He Qiannian's in the slightest.

This was probably like the old and young Zhang in the storybooks of his previous life.

The faster you forget, the deeper you learn.

What He Qiannian wanted to teach Li Rui was the ruthlessness of a martial artist snatching from heaven and earth; if a martial artist isn't ruthless, how can they snatch?

Li Rui had obtained the essence of the Great Henglian.

Naturally, he didn't need to be constrained by moves; using fists or blades was the same.

After practicing for only a few days.

Li Rui could clearly feel the power of the Great Henglian; snatching luck from heaven and earth was completely different from ordinary Primordial methods, yet it had the effect of accelerating the scouring of the flesh.

Now he had only just broken through to the Primordial Realm.

Still in the first layer of body refining.

With the help of the Great Henglian, his cultivation speed could undoubtedly be much faster.

With this Great Henglian.

Li Rui's confidence in stepping into that Dao-Fetus Realm was much greater.

At this time.

Elder Tiekuang felt the movement in the front yard and walked over.

After just a few glances.

He saw the extraordinary nature of Li Rui's martial arts and said with some surprise: "Kid, where did you learn this crazy martial art?"

This set of martial arts of Li Rui's.

It looked completely without rules, yet it gave people a feeling of wanting to swallow the sky and devour the earth.

Wasn't that just crazy?

But his vision was extremely high, and he could see that this martial art came from the hands of a master.

Li Rui didn't hide it: "It was taught by Senior He of the Thousand Cranes Martial Hall."

Upon hearing it was taught by He Qiannian, Elder Tiekuang was no longer surprised.

He Qiannian was a third-rank Earth Immortal.

It was perfectly normal for him to have such means.

Earth Immortal means, how could he fathom them?

Li Rui: "Senior Tie, do you want to learn this martial art?"

Hearing this, Elder Tiekuang's eyes lit up: "Can I learn it?"

Li Rui laughed: "Of course you can. Don't worry, Senior He said it could be passed on."

Elder Tiekuang immediately became interested and urged: "Quickly tell me the oral formula."

One hour later.

Elder Tiekuang returned to the blacksmith shop in the backyard, cursing.

Extremely depressed.

Some martial arts, even if placed in front of you, you still can't learn them.

Comparing people to people really makes one angry.

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