Chapter 86: Chapter 85: Mockery "Hey, I have plenty of Purifying God Incense here, Hong, what are you worried about? At worst, we can use one stick a day, you won’t fail to learn then," Huang Longgang said boastfully. As he was bragging, he reached out to touch Jia Hong’s delicate hand, but she discreetly dodged him. Huang Longgang felt a bit embarrassed and turned to look around. Not far away, Lou Yi was punching and kicking, his chest heaving up and down, his movements fluid and natural, giving off a harmonious feeling. Zhan Weida and several unfamiliar disciples surrounded Lou Yi, clicking their tongues in wonder. "This junior brother, hasn’t been here more than a couple of days, yet he seems to have already grasped it?" said a short man in his twenties, his face full of amazement. "That’s right, we’ve been practicing for two years, and still don’t get it, it feels like we can’t compare to this little brother," another dark-faced man sighed, his expression even darker. "If one can grasp the Breathing Technique, they’ve already got one foot in the Martial Artist’s level!" A third person said enviously. "Hmph, putting on airs, how can a superior Breathing Technique be mastered so easily!" Huang Longgang, seeing Lou Yi’s relaxed demeanor, for some reason felt a fire ignite in his heart, "This kid is quite the actor, a shame he’s not on the stage." He didn’t believe at all that Lou Yi could grasp the Breathing Technique in just two days. If he were from the Xu Family or Su Family, that would be different, but he was nothing but a civilian, starting martial arts late... ’Clap, clap, clap!’ At this moment, applause came from outside the circle. "Breath is steady, punches and kicks are firm, internal and external have fully merged into one, it seems you’ve mastered our sect’s Breathing Technique. With diligent practice, the Martial Artist’s barrier is right under your feet." The chubby Li Yagui walked over with a smile. "Senior Brother!" "Hello, Senior Brother!" The older disciples all saluted him. Lou Yi stopped his Breathing Technique practice and also saluted Li Yagui. No one expected that this unassuming man was actually the senior brother of all the disciples. "I remember you just started learning a few days ago, such talent, you younger people are formidable indeed." "I don’t deserve it," Lou Yi said, "I’m already older, not a day as a Martial Artist, not a day to relax." As Li Yagui arrived, others also gradually noticed Lou Yi’s presence. Once they learned that he had mastered the Breathing Technique in less than two days, they all expressed amazement. Huang Longgang’s expression was extremely unsightly, the words he just spoke now were figuratively smacking his own face. "Hmph!" Huang Longgang, unable to face the situation, snorted and left in a huff. He didn’t notice that behind him, Jia Hong cast a look of contempt that was hard for others to observe. After enduring several waves of compliments, the atmosphere gradually settled, and everyone went back to practicing their martial arts. A gentle voice came beside his ear: "Brother Liu, truly a genius, with time, you will surely break through as a Martial Artist and become a pillar of the Extreme Fist Sect," Jia Hong gracefully approached, her figure swaying with natural charm. Her bright eyes looked intently at Lou Yi, "This young girl has a question to ask; Brother Liu, could you please enlighten me?" "What is it?" "When I throw my third straight punch, my breath doesn’t feel as smooth, how does Brother Liu practice to avoid this issue?" "Just like this, punch and breathe," Lou Yi gestured a couple of times, looking as if it was the most natural thing, "Isn’t it quite simple?" Jia Hong: ... "Brother Liu has remarkable insight indeed." Jia Hong smiled slightly and gracefully turned to leave. Except her steps were a bit stiff. "Hahaha!" Zhan Weida laughed heartily from behind, holding his belly, "This woman thought everyone was as foolish as Huang Longgang, willing to cater to her every whim?" "Ahem, but I’m also stuck at this move." After speaking, he eagerly looked at Lou Yi, his eyes wide as saucers. "I’ll teach you at your house," Lou Yi said indifferently. "Good brother, you’re so considerate!" Zhan Weida rejoiced, "I won’t owe you anything, there’s plenty of Spirit Monster Jerky!" Although his home had many Martial Artists, they didn’t practice the same Breathing Technique, and many key points were unknown. This is why someone like Huang Longgang, from a noble family, couldn’t immediately grasp it. Family background does help in practicing martial arts, but more importantly, it’s about personal comprehension. ... "You can slow down your punches, your breathing should keep up, they don’t have to be perfectly synchronized at the same time..." In an open yard, a plain-looking man in fancy clothes was slowly practicing punches, with his chest repeatedly rising and falling. The sound of his breathing was long and drawn-out, more than ten times louder than usual. Beside him, a man in yellow clothes stood, with a somewhat heroic appearance. Though not necessarily outstanding in a crowd, standing next to the man in fancy clothes, he seemed quite exceptional. In the corner of the yard. Two beautiful maids in light purple long dresses, with twin bun hairstyles, had attentively prepared basins, hot water, and towels, ready to hand them over at any moment. "Sigh, it’s too hard, too hard!" Zhan Weida said with a dejected face, "I really don’t know how you learned so fast. Comparing people can be so frustrating!" Just as he finished speaking, loud laughter came from outside the door: "If you spend all your time hanging out with random people, how can you ever practice well?" The words were full of mockery. Zhan Weida turned around in anger, only to see several people entering his yard together. The one leading looked about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed in a crimson robe embroidered with gold coin patterns all over. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂 He wore a gold shimmering wide belt around his waist and pointed-toe fancy boots, looking very arrogant. His disdainful eyes swept over Lou Yi, "My dear brother, if you want to practice, I have plenty of Martial Artists under my command, just say the word and you can use them freely. Why bother with such a bumpkin? It just embarrasses our Zhan Family." Behind the man in red. A brawny middle-aged man in black clothes laughed along, "The eldest son is right, the second son can always seek us for help. Relying on someone who isn’t even a Martial Artist, you’re likely to be misled." When a Martial Artist develops Qi-Blood, they can sense each other’s presence. In Lou Yi, he could clearly sense he hadn’t developed Qi-Blood, thus his contemptuous attitude. "Damn it..." Zhan Weida was so angry his nose was crooked. The other side clearly knew Uncle Pan, his guardian, wasn’t around him lately, that’s why they dared to come spout off like this. Looking at the several Martial Artists behind his brother, Zhan Weida hesitated to curse back, understanding the principle that a wise man doesn’t take immediate losses. He mainly wasn’t afraid of being humiliated himself, but he worried about Lou Yi getting involved. "Your lower stance is unstable, your steps are light, how dare you speak of teaching others?" Lou Yi sharply criticized, drawing everyone’s gaze. "Kid, come teach me, what does a stable lower stance mean?" The middle-aged man in black clothes, full of arrogance, beckoned with a provocative smile. ’Thud, thud, thud!’ Lou Yi swaggered over in front of him and just bumped straight into him! Thousands of pounds of force instantly transferred onto this person. His elbow precisely struck the opponent’s waist, while his left foot slid forward gently. "Ah!" A tragic cry was heard. The man’s posture instantly shifted from vertical to slanted, ultimately having a close encounter with the ground! ...