Gaowu: An exclusive enhancement every month

Chapter 140 Do I have a junior brother?

After the group stage, Fang Lang had a day to rest.

On this day off, the intermediate warriors were in the elimination round.

Tomorrow is the intermediate martial artist finals.

There are only 36 contestants in the intermediate martial arts finals, which can be completed in one day and No. 1 will be selected.

After the victory, the top [-] seventh-grade warrior competitions began the next day.

Only twelve contestants can advance to the top [-] seventh-grade warrior competition, and it should be held in two days.

The seventh-grade warrior finals will be held immediately after the Top [-] Seventh-Rank Warrior Competition, which will be held within one day.

After the seventh-grade warrior finals, it was Grandmaster Fang Lang's turn.

So including today, Fang Lang has five days of free time.

"The month will be half over in five days. This martial arts conference is very efficient."

Fang Lang calculated the time and concluded that the entire World Martial Arts Conference could be concluded this month, and the speed could be said to be unprecedentedly fast.

It was able to end so quickly because the first round was held simultaneously in hundreds of venues, and the elimination rate was close to 90.00%.

Now that he has reached this stage, the players who can stay are enough to prove his greatness.

In the evening, Fang Lang received a call from Yun Miaoyin.

"Master, master, I have entered the top 36." Yun Miaoyin said excitedly: "I will play in the finals tomorrow!"

"Yeah." Fang Lang nodded, very calmly.

He was not surprised at all that Yun Miaoyin made it to the top 36.

Yun Miaoyin thought she could get a few compliments from Fang Lang, but when she heard Fang Lang's neither salty nor bland response, she immediately put away her excitement.

She asked with great anticipation: "Will master go to the intermediate warrior finals tomorrow?"

"Go." Fang Lang's response was still one word.

"Yeah!" Yun Miaoyin nodded heavily on the phone and said confidently: "I will definitely get the first place!"

"It's good to have confidence." Fang Lang said, "Are you at level six?"

"Yes." Yun Miaoyin sighed: "Those people are really perverted. Many fifth-level warriors have mastered the martial arts to the point of artistic conception. If it weren't for Master's Qi Nourishing Pill that allowed me to advance to the sixth level, I would have to take it. Show your true ability!”

"I bet you haven't shown your true skills yet."

Fang Lang smiled.

Getting started with artistic conception is easy but difficult.

An intermediate martial artist can practice a martial arts to a small level of artistic conception, which is enough to prove that this person is very talented.

When Wu Wudi was a third-grade warrior, he had achieved a small degree of artistic conception in the Open Heaven Palm, so he was called a peerless genius and was valued by the master.

Of course, the difficulty of practicing martial arts artistic conception is also related to martial arts.

The more powerful and powerful a martial art is, the more difficult it is to cultivate its artistic conception.

Almost all of Fang Lang's martial arts are very powerful, and their artistic conception is at the level of Xiaocheng. If he wants to advance to Dacheng, he will probably need to study for several years, or even decades.

However, Fang Lang has strengthening runes. If he refreshes the strengthening runes that enhance the martial arts conception in one month, he can save decades of time.

"Hehe." Yun Miaoyin chuckled: "Master taught me the most powerful move, but I haven't used it yet."

"The most powerful move?" Fang Lang asked doubtfully, "Can you perform the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"

On the other side of the phone, Yun Miaoyin suddenly covered her mouth.

She practiced hard at Wan Zhong Mountain for more than half a year and was indeed able to use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

Although it is not as powerful as what Fang Lang used, it can indeed be used.

She was planning to surprise Fang Lang at the martial arts conference this time, but she just got carried away and almost spilled the beans.

Yun Miaoyin thought about it and said in time: "Master, do I have a junior brother? Or a senior brother?"

"Well..." Fang Lang muttered: "You do have a junior brother named Wang Mang."

"It turns out he is really Master's disciple. I asked him how he knows Bajiquan!" Yun Miaoyin said: "The boxing technique used by Wang Mang is exactly the same as the boxing technique used by Master to defeat Wu Wudi. I recognized it at a glance."

"He also came to participate in the martial arts conference?" Fang Lang asked curiously: "What is his current strength?"

Yun Miaoyin knew that her master's raising of apprentices was like herding sheep, and it was normal for him not to know the rank of his apprentices.

She replied: "He is in the fifth level, and his physical body is very strong. It seems that he is one step away from perfecting the body! Relying on Bajiquan, he made it all the way to the top 36 and advanced to the finals!"

"Fifth level? Body refining is one step short of success?"

Fang Lang was shocked when he heard the news.

He remembered that it was August last year when he first accepted Wang Mang as his disciple.

At that time, Wang Mang was still in the third level and was almost killed by a pack of wolverines in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

From August last year to March this year, in a total of eight months, Wang Mang went from practicing at the third level to the fifth level?
Not only that, but also improving the physical body to the point where it is close to the completion of body refining?

Above the level of body refining is the perfection of body refining, and many first-level masters are at the stage of body refining.

When you are a fifth-grade warrior, approaching the completion of body refining, it is very terrifying.

No wonder Wang Mang relied on Bajiquan to reach the top 36.

"This is a treasure." Fang Lang sighed: "It is difficult for some people to get into the high-end, but once they get into the high-end, the level and strength will rise steadily."

In the martial arts world, there is a strange phenomenon.

There are people who can clearly sense Qi and retain Qi, and have the hope of becoming warriors.

But it is extremely difficult for him to become a first-class warrior. Some people spend five or six years, and some even spend more than ten years to become a first-class warrior.

There are many such people, but among them there are very few special warriors.

It took a very long time for these warriors to enter the first level, but once they entered the first level, their cultivation speed was very fast.Fang Lang remembered that there was once a grandmaster who spent eight years to become a first-class warrior. Later, he only took ten years to become a grandmaster!
"It was very difficult for Wang Mang to get into the top grade at that time. It took him at least three years without getting into the top grade."

"This is probably the case for Wang Mang. Maybe he will be able to catch up with Yun Miaoyin if he works hard in the future."

"Okay, let the two of them urge each other. If Wang Mang catches up with Yun Miaoyin, Yun Miaoyin should be anxious."

Wang Mang is Fang Lang's apprentice.

After Fang Lang learned about Wang Mang's power, he was still very happy.

"Master." Yun Miaoyin asked cautiously: "Didn't you teach Wang Mang other martial arts? I think he can fight hard with Bajiquan."

Fang Lang was a little embarrassed. After giving Wang Mang a set of Bajiquan, he returned to Qingyun County and didn't care about anything.

Wang Mang's ability to reach this day is all due to his hard work.

As a master, I am indeed a bit incompetent.

As for Yun Miaoyin, she stayed in Qingyun County for a period of time. Fang Lang gave her Qi Nourishing Pills and taught her the first move of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and Baguazhang.

Later, Yun Miaoyin came to Yulu Martial Arts School and received personal instruction from Changsun Yulu.

Compared to Yun Miaoyin, Wang Mang is really miserable.

"I don't have time to teach him." Fang Lang said: "This martial arts conference is over, let's teach him the first three moves of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

Fang Lang was going to pass the first three moves of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to Wang Mang.

After all, Wang Mang is not a girl, and he has practiced Bajiquan to this point, so the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is definitely suitable for him.

"Master, can I learn?"

When Yun Miaoyin heard that it was the last two moves of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, she immediately became excited.

Fang Lang asked: "It seems that you can master the first move?"

Yun Miaoyin originally wanted to surprise Fang Lang at the martial arts conference without telling him.

Now when she heard that Fang Lang said that he was going to teach the last two moves of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, she immediately nodded and said: "Yes, yes, I can use the first move."

Fang Lang said: "Okay then, I will teach you the first three moves together when I have time."

"Thank you, Master." Yun Miaoyin said excitedly: "Master, please remember to come to the finals tomorrow!"

"Ah."

Fang Lang nodded and hung up the phone.

The next day, the intermediate martial arts finals were officially held at the main venue of the World Martial Arts Conference.

At this time, there were already many people watching the game in the main arena.

Fang Lang initially estimated that these audiences numbered more than 10.

However, with so many spectators, the seats in the main arena have not yet been filled, which shows how big the main arena is.

If it weren't for the fact that the spectators were all warriors with good hearing and vision, they wouldn't be able to see clearly the two people competing in the ring.

Fang Lang did not go to the spectator seat specially set up for the grandmaster, but just found an ordinary seat to sit down.

Where he sat, he was surrounded by mid-level warriors and even many low-level warriors.

These warriors did not seem to go to watch Fang Lang's game and did not know Fang Lang.

They regarded Fang Lang as an ordinary intermediate warrior.

Sitting in the most visible position of the main arena are the four extraordinary beings Hunyuan, Taihao, Lin Long, and Changsun Yulu.

Before the competition started, more than [-]% of the warriors had their eyes on these four extraordinary beings.

"So beautiful……"

Around Fang Lang, many warriors looked at Changsun Yulu from a distance and their mouths watered.

Fang Lang smiled and turned his attention to the 36 contestants who advanced to the intermediate warrior finals.

"It is indeed Wang Mang."

"Huh? And Qiqi?"

Fang Lang knew three of the 36 warriors and none of the others.

The three people he knew were Yun Miaoyin, Wang Mang, and Qi Qi.

Yun Miaoyin and Wang Mang are his apprentices, and Qi Qi is the granddaughter of Mr. Qi.

After the Qi family handed over Yun Miaoyin to the Warriors Association, Fang Lang never had anything to do with the Qi family again.

I didn't want to see Qi Qi in the martial arts competition this time.

"It seems that the other players are not very strong."

"Yun Miaoyin has learned the first form of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Wang Mang is close to a master's degree in physical training, and I don't know if Baji Quan has a minor achievement in artistic conception."

"If Wang Mang has achieved a small level of artistic conception of Bajiquan, and has a physical body that is close to a complete body refining, maybe the last match of the finals will be a battle between Yun Miaoyin and Wang Mang."

Fang Lang guessed that the last match of the intermediate warrior finals would probably be Yun Miaoyin versus Wang Mang.

When these two people face off, whoever wins will be the No. 1 intermediate martial artist in the World Martial Arts Conference.

"It's hard to say. The other players might be hiding their secrets, but I was wrong."

"However, Yun Miaoyin is now at the sixth level, and has also learned the first of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, as well as the Piaomiao Yunluo Sword taught by Changsun Yulu. It shouldn't be a big problem to get the first place."

Fang Lang thought of this, leaned on his seat and closed his eyes.

He has no interest in watching other people's games.

He wouldn't take a look until Yun Miaoyin or Wang Mang came on stage.

(End of this chapter)