Inside the dimly lit tent, Pan Long opened his eyes, his eyes full of exhaustion and uneasiness.

(Cultivating alone in the void world, the loneliness that goes deep into the bone marrow is even more difficult than I imagined!)

He gasped for a few breaths, and the air filled the tent with the smell of sweat and oil smoke made him feel more cordial at the moment, and those snoring sounds one after another also made him inexplicably reassured.

(No wonder when I asked "Why don't you cultivate to be invincible in the world of nothingness, and then go out to explore the rivers and lakes", my father and grandfather both had the same expressions of fools...... Now I kind of get it!)

(If I can really endure it, and be able to cultivate for ten or eight years in that kind of world where there is nothing, then I'm afraid that this toughness alone will be invincible in the world...... ）

Thinking of what he had taken for granted, he couldn't help but smile a little embarrassedly.

After laughing, he crept out of the tent.

I'm not sleepy at all now, instead of sleeping, it's better to actually practice and see how much laughter I have had in that penance in the void world.

Finding a slightly more spacious open space in the camp, he opened the stance, and rehearsed a set of eighteen long and short shelves according to the drill method of the Pan family's iron palm.

Compared to the world of nothingness, it seems to be no different.

But the flickering firelight, the noisy sounds, the patrols coming and going...... These originally ordinary things brought him an indescribable sense of security, and his spirit gradually stabilized, like a pool of lake water, gradually calmed down until it was as clear as a mirror, without the slightest ripple.

Before he knew it, he had completely forgotten himself and was completely engrossed in the drill.

In the dark, a passing master happened to glance at this side, and was immediately stunned.

"Strange!" he whispered, "how can this man be so skilled in boxing at such a young age?"

The tricks of the Pan family's iron palm are not mysterious, every move and style are quite simple, and even almost all of them are straightforward. But how do you use your power according to the position of your friend or foe when you attack? How do you respond if the enemy uses various tricks? Each move can be a subtle variation in response to these problems.

According to some storytellers, this is called "one move and nine styles, and there are seven or eight variations of one style, and the end is infinitely varied"......

Of course, in the eyes of the master, these changes are commonplace, and there is nothing special subtle to speak of - this is the case with foreign kung fu, people with high martial arts to a certain extent, watching others perform various tricks and techniques, often just look at it can understand the key points, and can always imitate it much after the fact, and even can bring forth the new, which is more clever than the original owner of this kung fu.

The real secret of martial arts lies in how to train oneself and how to gain enough strength.

When the generations of the Pan family taught the martial arts of their younger generations, they often emphasized that "the fighting style is false, the practice method is real, and the cultivation of the law is the treasure." If a person's cultivation is deep enough, it will be much easier to exercise his skills; if his skills are sharp enough, the playing style is not necessarily very important.

Of course, the same cultivation depends on the skill, and the same skill depends on the tricks, so it is needless to say.

The reason why the master was surprised was because he saw that when Pan Long practiced martial arts, every move and style of force was very exquisite, as if there was an enemy in front of him who was fighting him, his hands and feet were constantly changing, and the "battle situation" was quite intense.

And what surprised him even more was that if he put himself in his shoes, he would be the "enemy". Unless he bullies people with his profound skills that surpass Pan Long's level, he really can't take advantage of this young man just by relying on tricks.

The tricks are so sophisticated, it really doesn't look like a teenager!

A moment later, another master passed by, saw him stopping to watch, and also approached curiously.

At this glance, the master was also stunned.

"Good kung fu!" After watching a few moves, he praised in a low voice, "When I'm his age, I'm afraid I can't even catch his three punches and two kicks." ”

"Me too. The previous master nodded in response, "Previously, at the foot of the Ghost Gate Mountain, the King of the Nine Mountains looked at him differently, and I thought it was just because they came by chance." When I look at it now, I know that the King of the Nine Mountains is really like a torch, and I have already seen his extraordinaryness at that time. ”

"It's better to make friends with him before he becomes famous. There is some affection now, and perhaps our children and grandchildren will benefit in the future. ”

"Good idea! I'll go to him tomorrow!"

Early the next morning, these two masters found Pan Long, "Mountain Tiger" Wang Biao gave him a short knife to blow his hair and break his hair, and "Golden Eye Gull" Duan Kai gave him a bottle of moon dew that can treat internal injuries and increase true qi.

Pan Long was very puzzled, he didn't understand why they wanted to give him such a generous gift?

That knife is just that, it's nothing more than a hundred refined steel, but there is some kung fu on the edge of the blade, but that bottle of moon dew is not an ordinary elixir, and it is very useful for all innate martial artists - and the master who gave him the moon dew has not yet stepped into the innate himself.

Seeing him at a loss, the two masters looked at each other and smiled, and told him what happened last night.

Only then did Pan Long know that he was in a good state when he practiced martial arts last night, and he was actually looked at by the two masters.

He was slightly stunned, and there were some doubts in his heart.

(When I practiced martial arts yesterday, I felt no different from usual, why did they look at it so highly?I usually practice martial arts at home, and my father's evaluation is not very high!)

He doesn't suspect that his father is deliberately suppressing himself - Dad Pan Lei, although he is not doted on to the point of "my son is good at everything", but he also belongs to the type of father who "the child is his own good", if he behaves better, his father never hesitates to praise, and it is impossible to deliberately say that he is not at home.

Could it be that his kung fu has really grown all at once?

He thought it was unlikely.

I have lived for sixteen years, and I have never found out what kind of genius I am. If you want to make great progress in just over ten days, it's not right to think about it.

So...... Could it be the result of that hard work in the void world?

He politely chatted with the two masters, and agreed that after five or six years they would return to the countryside and visit them at their home, and they would leave satisfied.

As soon as they left, Han Feng said happily: "Brother Long, you really have a face! These two are more powerful than my father in terms of ability, and they are so polite to you, and they are looking for you to make friends now because they are optimistic about your great achievements in the future...... It's exactly what the storyteller said!"

Pan Long smiled and said, "As long as you work hard, you will be able to achieve something in the future, so why envy me." ”

"That's different! You're my eldest brother!" Han Feng said with a smile, "Big brother has face, and of course I have face too." And I know my talent, no matter how I practice, I will be like my dad at most in this life. Brother Long, you are different, you will definitely be able to become an innate master in the future, maybe you can really become the leader of the next generation of the Northwest Green Forest as the King of the Nine Mountains said......"

Pan Long choked for a moment and asked, "Why do you think I want to be the leader of the Green Forest?"

"Because it's very majestic!" replied Han Feng as a matter of course.

Pan Long sighed, not knowing how to refute.

He thought about it, and what Han Feng said seemed to be reasonable—if he really achieved a lot in the future, it was really natural to be the leader of the green forest.

After all...... He is going to dismantle the Kyushu Great Array and become the No. 1 traitor in the Great Xia Dynasty. If this great mission can be accomplished, then even if they don't brag about it, most of the heroes of the green forest will regard themselves as idols.

...... Isn't that the leader of the green forest in all of Kyushu!

Thinking of this, he was immediately relieved, or rather, he couldn't do it if he wasn't relieved.

After all, what this kid Han Feng said really makes a little bit of sense......

After this episode, Pan Long's interest in practicing in the Void World suddenly increased. The next night, he tried to enter the world of nothingness again.

This time, after only one round of boxing in it, he couldn't help but run out.

That empty and empty world, the feeling of having nothing but oneself, is really terrifying!

(I can't believe that it can be so scary!)

(Obviously, last night, it wasn't so scary...... ）

He rested for a while, and reluctantly, went into it again.

This time it was even worse, he couldn't even calm down and practice.

Obviously, there was nothing in that world, but he just felt an extremely deep pressure, as if there were countless pairs of malicious eyes looking at him, as long as he was negligent, countless fierce demonic creatures would rush up from all directions, completely tearing himself apart, and there would not be even a slightly larger piece of wreckage left.

He knew that this was just his own delusion, a panic caused by being lonely for too long.

In my previous life, I read articles on the Internet, and someone mentioned that long-term loneliness can make people feel a strong sense of fear. This should be the case with oneself.

There was no cure for the situation, at least as far as he knew, but to live in the crowd to alleviate it.

(It seems that it is most reliable to accumulate enough aura, open the illusory world, and then go to the illusory world to cultivate and experience!)

Pan Long sighed secretly and returned to reality.

Listening to the snoring inside the tent, he slept soundly.

Just like that, they followed the caravan Xiaoxing for the night, all the way to the southeast, and after about half a month, when the snow began to fall in the north-central part of Yongzhou, they finally arrived at Lantian City.

The city is the boundary between the northern and central parts of Yongzhou and is known for producing beautiful jade. Many years ago, there used to be a sect of immortal cultivators here, called Lantian Mountain.

Today, the immortals of Lantian Mountain have long since disappeared, and even the treasure mountain, which is said to be composed entirely of high-grade white jade, is nowhere to be found. But Lantian City is still there, the jade mine is still there, and the legends and stories of the past are still there.

Han Feng was energetic and pulled Pan Long everywhere to visit places of interest, this time he even prepared a notebook to write down his exclamations, saying that when the rivers and lakes were over, he would write a "Han Feng Travelogue" and print it in Dingfeng Town.

This time, they had plenty of time to play around. Because from here, they are free.