Li Xuan wrote the cultivation technique of "Daylight Golden Bell Guard" on a draft, carefully checked it to ensure the theoretical feasibility, and memorized the technique.
The qi and blood in his hand surged, and the draft turned into ashes in an instant.
The cultivation technique to be passed to Meng Chong had been compiled. The next step was to teach this disciple and wait for him to comprehend it.
The next day.
Just at the break of dawn, the sound of martial arts practice was heard in the open yard.
Meng Chong held a large machete, his vigorous swings reflecting a shiny glow from his bald head.
Li Xuan silently nodded. His second disciple, like Xu Yan, was diligent and hardworking. With disciples like these, how could he not become powerful?
"Disciple, come here!"
Li Xuan sat down on a chair.
"Master!"
Meng Chong sheathed his knife into the ground, ceased his practice and walked excitedly over, respectfully saluting.
"Today, I will teach you the Way of Martial Arts."