20demayo Chapter 1641 Are they getting serious?
Chapter 1641 Are they getting serious?
Mingchuan smiled helplessly, then deliberately acted pretentious:
"I am not the same as before. If I accidentally hurt you, Master, without thinking, who will help me handle the affairs of the new sect?"
"You brat! You dare to put on airs in front of me? Take this!" Ye Yan couldn't help but laugh and scold.
Before he finished speaking, Ye Yan moved swiftly, like an old ape hanging up a seal, and silently slashed at Ming Chuan's neck with a hand chop, the speed of which was extremely fast!
Mingchuan made a joke, but his reaction was quick.
He tilted his head slightly, seemingly narrowly avoiding the danger, but in reality, he had grasped the timing perfectly. At the same time, his right hand moved like a nimble snake emerging from its hole, gently touching and guiding Ye Yan's wrist.
"Wow, Master, your Ye-style massage skills have improved! You almost managed to massage me!"
While deflecting the force, Mingchuan didn't forget to make a joke.
Ye Yan did not answer. He changed his moves, his footwork was rapid and his palms were flying, bringing up gusts of wind. His attack was like a storm and covered Ming Chuan.
He has been immersed in martial arts for decades, and his moves are already highly refined. His seemingly simple punches and kicks contain a variety of follow-up variations.
Mingchuan, on the other hand, is like a small boat in a raging storm; it may seem dangerous, but it is actually as stable as Mount Tai.
He used a mysterious footwork, always dodging attacks at the last second. When he occasionally parried, he used the most ingenious force to redirect Ye Yan's power into empty space. His movements were fluid and graceful, with an indescribable sense of ease and freedom.
"Master, this move, 'Old Man Pushing a Cart,' is powerful enough, but your waist needs to sink down a little more!"
"This 'monkey stealing peaches' trick won't do; it's too insidious and doesn't suit your status!"
"Oh my, that Black Tiger Strike the Heart move is interesting, but it's a pity it's a bit slow. I can even see the trajectory of your punch!"
While Mingchuan effortlessly countered each move, he kept making "comments," which infuriated Ye Yan, who then intensified his attack.
"You brat, I personally taught you everything, and you dare to give me pointers? Watch me beat you to a pulp today!"
Mingchuan laughed heartily, and his cheerful laughter filled the entire street.
"Master, sometimes you just have to admit you're getting old!"
"You brat, don't get too cocky! You really think I don't have some trump cards up my sleeve?"
Ye Yan was so embarrassed by Ming Chuan's teasing that he laughed and cursed, and his aura suddenly changed!
His previously restrained blood and qi suddenly surged, and an aura far more powerful and domineering than before burst forth from his body. Faint golden spiritual light flowed around him, and the fallen leaves beneath his feet were pushed aside by an invisible wave of energy, forming a clean circle.
He no longer limited himself to ordinary martial arts techniques, but instead used spiritual power!
"Oh? They're getting serious?" Mingchuan's eyes lit up; far from being afraid, he became even more excited.
He still did not use the overwhelming power of the Nascent Soul realm, but suppressed his own strength to a level similar to Ye Yan's, wanting to see his master's true strength under the blessing of spiritual power.
"Try this move!" Ye Yan shouted, and thrust both palms forward sharply!
This time, it was no longer silent; instead, it brought with it the faint sounds of wind and thunder. A condensed, pale golden palm print shot out like a raging wave crashing against the shore, heading straight for Mingchuan's chest!
Where the palm strike passed, the air emitted a slight popping sound.
"Well done!"
Mingchuan gave a thumbs-up.
As expected of his master, the sense of power he exudes is truly overwhelming!
Mingchuan neither dodged nor evaded. He clenched his right fist, a layer of soft yet resilient spiritual energy enveloping it. He threw a punch that seemed slow but was actually precise, striking the center of the golden palm print!
"Oh!"
A muffled sonic boom rang out, and the golden palm print, like a wave crashing against a reef, instantly dissipated, turning into specks of spiritual light and disappearing.
Mingchuan's figure didn't even sway, and the spiritual energy fluctuations on his fist quietly disappeared.
"Hey! You've got some skills!" Ye Yan's fighting spirit intensified upon seeing this.
He moved like the wind, rapidly circling around Mingchuan, his palms striking out in rapid succession, unleashing a barrage of spiritual energy attacks from different angles, some fierce, some cunning!
Mingchuan remained calm, and his movements became even more concise and effective.
Whether with a finger, a palm, or a fist, he could always neutralize, break through, and shatter Ye Yan's attacks with the smallest movements and the most precise force!
He seemed to be able to predict the trajectory of Ye Yan's every attack and always react half a step ahead.
Every time the two clashed, Ye Yan couldn't help but look at Ming Chuan with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
This kid... he's got some skills.
My year or so in the cultivation world wasn't wasted.
At this moment, he finally understood why Mingchuan had returned with such confidence to establish a sect.
Just as Ye Yan was lost in thought, Ming Chuan's voice suddenly came: "Master, this move of releasing spiritual energy outwards without dissipating has reached its perfect point!"
"That move was tricky, but unfortunately, my spiritual energy was a beat too slow, and I caught it!"
"Wow, that combo was interesting, it almost hit me!"
Mingchuan's sharp tongue drew Ye Yan's attention back.
Ye Yan couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.
He was the one who mentored Mingchuan back then, but now it's Mingchuan who's mentoring him.
It's true that one should never stop learning...
He was already exhausted, but the kid was still calm and unaffected!
After exchanging dozens more blows, Ye Yan suddenly leaped backward, withdrawing from the battle. His spiritual light receded, and he breathed slightly heavily as he waved his hand and said, "I'm not fighting anymore! You're a monster!"
He looked at Mingchuan, who wasn't even out of breath, and laughed helplessly, "I've used every ounce of strength I have, and I still haven't figured out your strength! You've really impressed me!"
Ye Yan's eyes couldn't help but well up with a slight redness.
Mingchuan chuckled and stepped forward to support Ye Yan: "Master, you're still as sharp as ever! Even I almost couldn't withstand those moves just now! How dare I show off my meager skills in front of you?"
"Don't give me that!" Ye Yan slapped his hand away, laughing and scolding, but his eyes were filled with undisguised pride. "The younger generation is surpassing the older! The proudest thing in my life is taking you as my disciple!"
"It seems your plan to establish a sect in the Spirit Realm is a done deal. I believe in you!"
Mingchuan's lips curled into a smug smile: "Of course you have to trust me, after all, I inherited your skills."
Ye Yan couldn't help but laugh.
I don't know how long it's been since I've had such carefree and relaxed days.
It seems he can no longer hold Mingchuan back.
Once he arrives in the cultivation world, he will inevitably have to make good use of its various resources and work hard.
The master and apprentice exchanged a smile.
The slight disappointment from before completely dissipated, leaving only a deep bond between teacher and student and boundless anticipation for the future.
In the darkness of night, the figures of an old man and a young man, arm in arm, slowly disappeared at the end of the road.