Purple Mist Dao Master
Chapter 69 - 67 Che Qi 1 Enters the Advanced Study Hall! [1600 First Orders Bonus Chapter! 4400 Words Mega - !]_3

Chapter 69: Chapter 67 Che Qi 1 Enters the Advanced Study Hall! [1600 First Orders Bonus Chapter! 4400 Words Mega Chapter!]_3

The crowd was invigorated.

Immediately, two people stepped forward first and respectfully cupped their fists towards Yan Chuan, saying: "Master Yan, please give us some guidance!"

Then, the two began sparring.

When their leg techniques tangled, it was not without fists and palms clashing.

Leg technique!

Boxing!

They have never been separate.

There are legs in boxing!

There are fists in leg techniques!

It’s merely a difference in emphasis; they are definitely not separate branches.

At this moment.

Pounding and sparring against each other.

It was evident that these two had experience. They had long heard of the ’Advanced Study Hall’ rules and knew that the more effort exerted during these moments, the more flaws and weaknesses would be revealed in their martial arts, which meant they could be targeted for specific guidance and gain greater benefits.

Therefore, the two were in sync, not holding back, attacking swiftly and fiercely, thoroughly enjoying the combat.

On the side.

Yan Chuan watched and explained as he observed—

"Kang Ping is using the ’Eight-step Linked Fist’. Though it’s called ’Fist’, among its twenty-two postures, eight are leg techniques; this is its core. The stepping technique is light and firm, hand skills are agile and fast, as gentle as a spring breeze brushing willow, as strong as a hammer striking stone."

"Yan Guan is using the ’Nine Palace Eighteen Legs’. Its main leg techniques include sweeping, grabbing, hooking, locking, entwining, tripping, knocking, stepping, which are the nine lower leg moves, along with thrusting, kicking, stamping, kicking, squeezing, prodding, connecting, flicking, dual. flying, which are the nine upper leg moves. The moves are ancient and unadorned, combining impact and grappling, with each move linking to another, seamlessly complementing each attack and defense."

"But look—"

Che Qi thought the Master’s profound and precise foundational teachings were already exquisite and immensely beneficial.

But now, seeing Yan Chuan combining his guidance with the sparring of the two disciples from Guangling Academy, Che Qi realized that the greater harvest was right here.

All are leg techniques.

Thus, there is commonality.

When Yan Chuan pointed out the shortcomings and errors in these two’s leg techniques, Che Qi, integrating his own cultivation of leg techniques, could also find his own deficiencies and correct them.

Moreover, it wasn’t just one or two people, not just one pair or two pairs but a series of eight pairs, sixteen people’s sparring and guidance, each with differences. As Che Qi listened, watched, and compared, his mind felt hot; this was brain overload, receiving too much useful information in a short time, unable to cope at once.

But Che Qi forced himself to hold on, his spirits high: "This class alone equals three years of my solitary practice!"

His gain was immense.

To the extent that when the two-hour class ended, Che Qi was still unsatisfied.

Thankfully—

"There is another class coming up next."

...

"Master, have some tea."

Seeing the class end, Che Qi quickly stopped thinking, brought the tea warmed on the fire, first serving Yan Chuan, then Yu Jinpeng and Wei Quan, serving tea with attentiveness and insight.

Yan Chuan sipped the tea and asked Che Qi: "How well have you learned?"

"Reporting to the Master, I understood a lot, but there is still much more I don’t understand."

Che Qi responded excitedly, hastily.

Yan Chuan nodded. While he was teaching, he took notice of Che Qi, seeing him listening attentively, making progress in leg techniques, and having good comprehension: "Go rest for a while, another class will start soon, watch a bit more."

"Yes, Master!"

Che Qi was extremely respectful, his demeanor towards Yan Chuan much more reverent than towards his own father.

Before long.

The second batch of students arrived.

Che Qi looked up, glanced around—

"Huh?"

"This isn’t right!"

"Isn’t it said that there are only sixteen students per class? Why are there here, one, two, three, four, why are there twenty-one people?"

Seeing the number of people exceeding expectations, Che Qi stepped forward just as he was about to stop it, he heard the leading person among the group shout: "Which one is Yan Chuan? Step out!"

"What?"

"They’re looking for trouble?!"

Che Qi furrowed his brows, anger rising in his heart.

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