This was just the limit during the sparring session, and only 80% of his martial arts skills could be used at most. Otherwise, Ji Yuan was sure that the force of the blow he heard would be much stronger.
That's it. The dull sounds from the fists and feet hitting each other, and the vibrations in the surrounding air, all prove that this is no mere fancy moves.
The inn guests and waiters nearby were enjoying the sight, but if anyone else got hit by it, they would be unable to get out of bed for half a month at best, or at worst, they would suffer injuries to their vital parts and be bedridden.
This also gave Ji Yuan some ideas. After all, he was still a weakling now, and his martial arts seemed to be very powerful.
Now everyone was in high spirits, and with the encouragement of others, while Lu Chengfeng and Wang Ke took a breath, two more people prepared to come down and compete.
It was certainly not easy for the injured to leave the field, but watching from the sidelines helped to ease their mood. Among the 9 people, only Du Heng, whose right hand was disabled, seemed a little depressed. He just sat there and watched his companions fighting without saying a word.
Ji Yuan now not only has excellent hearing, but also has a very high ability to recognize voices. He heard the voices of the other eight people, but Du Heng was the only one who didn't say a word. It must have been too much of a blow.
'You're a nice fellow, but I can't help you.'
At this time, some of the inn guests and servants were making a fuss, and most of the people outside were also in high spirits. Ji Yuan didn't want to attract too much attention, so he blended into the crowd and acted as a spectator. Anyway, they couldn't keep fighting forever.
It was mainly the five uninjured people who came out to demonstrate, while the injured ones just stood by and made some gestures. After playing several games, several people sat under the weeping willow tree and communicated together, talking about how to make more appropriate changes to the moves and where they were slow to react.
After standing at the back door for a while and not hearing anything interesting, Ji Yuan became a little impatient. However, he still didn't have the nerve to force them to eat. He still had to behave like a master.
"Forget it. They've been inviting me to dinner these past few days. I can just go back to my room and wait!"
Thinking of this, Ji Yuan did not stay any longer and prepared to go back to his room to continue trying the unknown training effect of the chess piece.
That’s right, although he still doesn’t understand why, and although he doesn’t know what it’s useful for yet, Ji Yuan comforts himself by defining his previous state as a kind of cultivation.
. . .
After returning to the room, Ji Yuan recalled the feeling just now and tried to summon the chess piece, but he didn’t know if he was too deliberate or if he was missing something key. Even though he attracted wisps of faint green spiritual energy to gather, he could no longer enter the state of visualizing the world within his body.
The breeze in the room gradually died down, and Ji Yuan's hair stopped fluttering.
When the chess piece disappeared at the fingertips, another green spiritual energy turned into a cool breeze that flowed into the body along the fingertips and disappeared without a trace.
Ji Yuan pulled his chin and frowned.
"That shouldn't be the case. Is there a time requirement? When was that just now? It's really inconvenient without a watch or a cell phone!"
'Or maybe I can ask a real practitioner later to verify it? It would be great if I could worship a fairy sect and have a powerful master who protects me like in novels! '
Ji Yuan was thinking about it, when suddenly his heart moved. He heard nine footsteps approaching, accompanied by whispers.
"Chengfeng, do you think Mr. Ji has finished his training now?"
"It's been so long, it should be over..."
"No matter what, we can't help but say something!"
"Um!"
The fragmentary sounds made Ji Yuan a little confused. He didn't know what they wanted to say.
After a while, there was a knock on the door.
“Boom boom boom…”
"Mr. Ji, are you available now?"
Ji Yuan rubbed his face with both hands to sober himself up before answering.
"come in!"
The wooden hinges of the inn's wooden door made a distinctive "creaky" sound, and Lu Chengfeng, Yan Fei and nine other people entered one after another.
"Mr. Ji, we are here to say goodbye to you!"
The first words Yan Fei opened his mouth were farewell.
"What? You all are leaving?"
Even though he already had a vague guess, Ji Yuan still couldn't explain how he felt. These people were barely his few acquaintances here, and now that they all left, he really felt a bit lonely.
"Well, Ning'an County is a small place after all. Our injuries can only be better treated if we return to our respective sects. We originally wanted to stay for a few more days, but the third owner of Luoxia Villa in Desheng Prefecture came to look for Junior Sister Luo. We, we have to leave together..."
After hearing Ji Yuan's words, Lu Chengfeng actually wanted to stay, especially to see how Mr. Ji dealt with the haunted house, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and answer like this, because the owner of the third village was still waiting on the first floor of the inn.
Luo Ningshuang glared at Lu Chengfeng fiercely, and rarely acted like a daughter, facing Ji Yuan with an apologetic look.
"Mr. Ji, it was nothing at first, but Uncle San found out that several of us were seriously injured, so he ordered us to go back..."
Suddenly Luo Ningshuang seemed to have thought of something.
"Or sir can go back with us!"
The eyes of the others also lit up. The nine of them had more or less tried to find out whether Ji Yuan had any mysterious and magical skills to teach them. Even now, they had not given up hope, especially after hearing Lu Chengfeng talk about the magic of Mr. Ji's ability to create a breeze around him in the backyard.
But going back with these people was something Ji Yuan had never considered, otherwise those tricks would be exposed sooner or later. It’s not that Ji Yuan couldn’t afford to lose face, but sometimes things were not as simple as just losing face.
Although Ji Yuan at least has some confidence because of the chess piece, this confidence belongs to the future, not the present.
"No, I prefer some quiet time. We will meet again if we are destined to!"
Hearing this, several people were more or less disappointed, but a strange man like Mr. Ji must have always done whatever he wanted, and it was not something they could guess.
But at this moment, Ji Yuan's thoughts turned to other places.
"Alas, what a pity! It seems that there is no chance to learn some of their martial arts for the time being!"
…
After saying goodbye to Ji Yuan, the nine people went to the lobby of the inn together, where a middle-aged man with a slightly long beard was drinking tea. He was wearing a long robe with wide sleeves and had long hair without a crown or a bun. He looked more like a scholar than a warrior.
Seeing several people coming down, the man put down the teacup.
"Have you said goodbye?"
"Well, Uncle San, we..."
"Then let's go. I have hired three carriages and they are waiting outside the inn."
After saying that, the man stood up, flicked his sleeves, put down five copper coins as tea money, and walked out of the inn first. Luo Ningshuang bit her lip but followed him reluctantly. The other eight people also followed closely, as if they were all very afraid of this third owner.
But when he stepped out of the inn, he seemed to feel something. He turned around and looked towards the third floor. There, a thin young man with half-open eyes was smiling and nodding at him.
The third owner of the inn also nodded in greeting, then stepped out of the inn. The nine people who followed him also subconsciously looked towards the third floor and saw Ji Yuan nodding to them.
They abided by the agreement with Ji Yuan and did not mention anything that should not be mentioned to outsiders, so the three owners only thought that Ji Yuan was a down-and-out mountain visitor whom the nine people met in the mountains and who had provided them with some help over the past few days.
Outside the inn, three carriages were lined up. The three owners got on the front carriage and let the nine people sit in the back two carriages.
As the coachman whipped the horses, the carriage gradually drove towards the outside of Ning'an County.
'Young man, this world is full of twists and turns. Just going to the mountains to kill a tiger has cost you such a heavy price. What a pity for the Du family kid...'
The third owner, Luo Feng, leaned against the slightly shaking carriage, shaking his head and thinking.
At this moment, Ji Yuan was still looking at the direction of the inn entrance in a trance. Although his vision was blurry, he seemed to be able to see some kind of "temperament" inexplicably, which made Luo Feng's image in Ji Yuan's eyes much clearer.
Often when something is special, Ji Yuan's poor eyesight would play an unexpected role, but Ji Yuan inexplicably understood that the Third Manor Master was at most highly skilled in martial arts, and was definitely not a monster or something like that.
Thinking back to the time when he saw the ghost Wang Dong, Ji Yuan couldn't help but wonder if his eyes were Yin-Yang eyes or something more advanced
Of course, the thought in my mind was quickly replaced by another thought.
Damn, the outfit of the Third Manor Master is so elegant and showy, so damn stylish. I have to get something similar!