Returning to the Jiuxuan Dao station, Han Muye went straight to his small courtyard.

Wu Quan and the others wanted to follow in, but the door of the courtyard was closed.

"Senior Brother Wu, this, Uncle Shi is amazing!" The disciples beside Wu Quan had a light in their eyes and looked at Wu Quan.

"Do you want you to say it?" Wu's color changed across the board.

Han Muye's Nine Xuan Qing Feng Twelve Styles were really stronger than those Nine Xuan Dao disciples who taught them on weekdays.

Such a master in the door cannot be offended.

"Let's go, let's spend the source stone in our hands, buy some wine and meat for Uncle Shi, and exchange it for two pills to replenish the source power."

Wu Quan is arrogant and unruly, but he also has some means and is a little bold.

The other disciples listened to him and hurriedly rushed out of the Nine Xuan Dao Mountain Gate.

By this time, it was getting late.

In the small courtyard, Han Muye didn't care what Wu Quan and the others planned, sitting cross-legged on the bed, the cyan source stones around his body were shattered, and the source power was infused into his body.

The acupoints and meridians around his body are like a dry stream, and finally have the moisture of the water.

In a moment, there were already lines of blue-gray source power around him.

This is the manifestation of the first layer of the reincarnation realm, and the source power is revealed.

If it were someone else, it might take a year or two to cultivate to the first level of the rebirth realm, but Han Muye had already cleared his veins and acupoints, as long as he filled the source power.

It's just that his meridians and acupoints are all connected, and the source power required is massive.

The source power required for people's rebirth from the first layer to the second layer is only one-ten-thousandth of his.

Of course, the strength of his source power at the same level is also 10,000 times that of others.

The source stones he got from the Qin family were turned into source power, which was not enough for him to cultivate one thousandth of the first to second floors.

"Hum—"

In his body, the source force shook, and Han Muye opened his eyes.

clenched his fists slightly, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

This kind of source power cultivation is a bit interesting.

It's real, it's rich, and that kind of heavy feeling makes people feel at ease.

"Hum—"

With a light punch, Han Muye smiled on his face.

The meridians condense the speed, and the acupoints store the strength.

If measured by strength and speed, his cultivation is already equivalent to the sixth layer of rebirth.

And he used the Nine Xuan Qingfeng Twelve Styles to exert it, with the strength and speed bonus, it would not be a problem to fight against the seventh or even eighth layers of the Rebirth Realm.

Walking out of the small courtyard, the smell of meat wafted from the canteen outside the courtyard.

When Han Muye walked into the dining hall, he saw that all the disciples were bowing and waiting.

"Uncle Shi, I waited for the wrong time."

"Uncle Shi, we have no eyes, please punish you."

Wu Quan and several disciples around him all bowed down and hugged their fists.

Xun Hao and Teng Ming on the side stood at the dining table and looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye waved his hand and said lightly, "Sit."

Everyone looked at each other and sat down carefully.

In front of Han Muye, there was a small jade bottle, in which were two pills.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to pick up the pill, glanced at it, and put it in his arms.

"Eat."

A group of disciples hurriedly served the bowls.

In the cafeteria, only the sound of dishes and chopsticks colliding remained.

After a moment, Han Muye put down the bowl and stood up.

"Uncle Shi—"

Wu Quan and the others hurriedly stood up and looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye walked out, and after a few steps, he stopped.

"Remember that you can't stop your morning class."

With that, he walked straight away.

Those disciples all showed disappointment on their faces.

Wu Quan turned his head with a smile on his face.

"Still don't understand?"

"Tomorrow morning class, Uncle Shi will definitely teach me how to wait for boxing!"

His words made the disciples stunned at first, and then shouted in surprise

Come.

Wu Quan waved his hand and shouted, "Eat!"

He looked up at Xun Hao and Teng Ming on the side. A smile appeared on his face: "You're welcome, two junior brothers, this meat is a lot, eat it together."

He is not stupid, although he and several other junior disciples have been forgiven by his uncle, his performance is much worse than Xun Hao and Teng Ming.

At this time, these two people must be closer to their uncle than they are.

Now, he could only talk to Xun Hao and Teng Ming, hoping that they could say good things in front of Han Muye.

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Early in the morning of the second day, when Han Muye arrived at the practice square, eight disciples were already standing there waiting.

Seeing Han Muye coming, everyone was excited and expectant.

"I've seen Uncle Shi!"

Several people bowed down.

Han Muye nodded, moved his muscles and bones, and then stood there and began to wave his fists and feet.

His movements were still in the Breeze Twelve, just a little more slowly.

Everyone is not stupid, follow the drill.

After a while, Han Muye's movements began to speed up.

At this point, his movements had been somewhat cut.

These fist techniques are extremely familiar, and of course all the disciples know it.

Now looking at the changes in Han Muye's boxing method, we all know that the real opportunity has begun.

They don't dare to be distracted, and they all do their best to learn.

Sure enough, after a few more trips, they found that only half of the original Twelve-style Qingfeng Fist was left.

This half of the deletion actually felt that there was no reduction in the power of the fist.

My own uncle has actually improved his boxing skills!

What kind of talent and talent can cut the boxing technique that has been passed down for countless years by half?

Without absolute self-confidence, how dare he?

After a few more trips, Han Muye's boxing style will change again.

At this time, the clouds and the breeze came out, and the next move turned into clouds to catch the wind.

only then did the momentum start, and the boxing method suddenly turned into a willow stroke.

In Han Muye's hands, those six styles of boxing can be ever-changing.

Half an hour later, Han Muye gathered his fists and left.

The disciples stood there sweating, their eyes full of excitement.

They can feel that the boxing techniques they have mastered now are completely different!

As long as they practice diligently, their boxing skills can also be as agile and free as their own uncle!

For three days in a row, the disciples in the Nine Xuan Dao were in full swing of cultivation.

Han Muye took care of himself to cultivate himself to stability, and then slowly polished it.

At the same time, he selected some methods of forging and refining from his memory, and slowly condensed and tempered his own cultivation.

At this time, he looked inside and saw that his knots were already as bright as stars.

There is a faint source power in the more than 800 acupoints.

A day later, Hu Yudao, the master of the Nine Xuan Dao, returned with his disciples who had gone to mining.

The harvest of this trip is not big, but it can also bring back more than 100 source stones, and there are more than 20 leftovers after paying the rent, which is enough for the sect to spend a month.

When the valley of the spirit is harvested, they will be much more prosperous.

The disciples and Hu Yudao people all looked relaxed when they came back.

"Senior brother, has something happened in the door these days?" Wu Mingjue found Han Muye and asked.

Han Muye shook his head.

Wu Mingjue turned his head to look at the eight disciples who were left behind.

The eight people hurriedly shook their heads.

They knew that their uncle had offended the Qin family.

But is that something that can be said?

If you really say it, they won't please it.

They are all not knowledgeable enough and don't understand what it would be like to offend the Qin family.

Seeing everyone shaking their heads, Wu Mingjue had a smile on his face.

"Okay, this is the source stone that Uncle Shi gave to my brother." Wu Mingjue sent the two source stones to Han Muye.

The ones left before, plus the two now, for Han Muye, who didn't go to mining, Hu Yu is good, and Wu Mingjue is also

Well, it's already extremely generous.

In the end, it is the master and the ancestor, and there is still some respect.

Early in the morning of the second day, the disciples practiced boxing.

Hu Yudao's face was indifferent, and after only a few looks, his expression had changed.

"What's going on?"

"How did your fists become like this?"

"Who taught you?"