True Qi and spiritual power are two completely different forces.

The true qi comes from the warrior himself and is transformed by the qi, blood, essence and energy in the body.

The spiritual power is composed of the external spiritual energy entering the body and refining it with the essence and energy in the body.

When the two forces are mixed together, the true qi will easily be assimilated by spiritual power, because the true qi is transformed by the essence of the human body and is a thing of nature.

Therefore, in comparison, warriors are more refined than monks to train their own muscles and bones.

Therefore, the body of a warrior is often stronger than that of a monk.

The purpose of practicing martial arts in Fangcun is to train one's own muscles and bones and improve the strength of one's body.

But he found that he could not cultivate true qi at all. If he could not cultivate true qi, he could not stimulate stronger qi and blood, and cultivate a stronger body. The two complement each other.

Although he can destroy the foundation of the Tao, disperse all his spiritual power, and then re-take the path of a warrior, doing so is equivalent to cutting off one's own hands and feet, and sacrificing the foundation and chasing the end.

Without spiritual power, his many magical powers would not be used.

It is obviously unwise to avoid the safety of your life in order to improve your body.

In this woods, he used the "Shocking the Sky and Earth, the Only One Fist". Although he could not cultivate true qi, it did not prevent him from using his spiritual power to act as true qi.

In fact, the monks on the mountain can do this, but they pride themselves on their own identities. Generally speaking, they use magic weapons or magic weapons to fight.

Compared with the romance of martial artists, the elegant and elegant fighting style of monks, which seems to be ignorant of the fireworks of the world, is obviously more sought after.

However, Fang Cun felt that the romance of the flesh from the fist was actually more exciting.

In comparison, the fighting style of demon cultivators is a bit like the combination of warriors and monks. They are strong in body and can also use magic tricks. They can be called "melee mages".

The fist moves at will, and the person follows the fist, and the fist wind blows up and fallen leaves.

At some point, Fang Cun had already arrived at the edge of the woods, and the official road was in front of him.

The sound of horse hooves and horse riding sounds came from afar.

He put away his fist, saw a slight sweat stain on his body, and his little face turned red, like a wild child.

He trotted to the official road and saw a few gangsters dressed in a strong costume, wearing hats, wearing dust scarves, stalking their horses and holding swords, bringing up a ray of smoke and dust, galloping towards this place.

Fangcun stood on the side of the road and trotted towards Qingfeng City along the official road.

Not long after, the few gangsters drove past Fangcun, and the flying dust made Fangcun curse in his heart.

However, drivers never care whether passers-by are poisoned by the exhaust gas they emit. They always leave after they release them.

Fortunately, Fang Cun is not an ordinary person. With the movement of spiritual power in his body, an invisible barrier blocks the dust outside, and then greets the relatives of these people in his heart.

Following the official road, Fangcun entered Qingfeng City again and checked in the "Family Inn" again.

The store asked the store to prepare hot water and a large table of food. After washing it, Fangcun began to enjoy the delicious food. As a result, after the table of food was over, he looked like he was five points full.

So he ordered another table in the style, almost scaring the store owner.

The waiter Chang Er, who came to clean up the dishes, saw that Fangcun was so edible, so he couldn't help but ask: "Young master, are you a martial arts practitioner?"

Fangcun wiped his mouth with a cloth towel and smiled and said, "Isn't this obvious? If it weren't for a martial arts practitioner, who could eat so much?"

Fangcun said, taking out a piece of silver and throwing it at him, "Reward you."

"Thank you, thank you young master!" Chang Ermei smiled and bowed with his fists. "Young master, aren't your family worried about you running out secretly? There are many knights from the world who have come to Qingfeng City recently."

"They! Don't worry! Someone is watching anyway." Fangcun said casually.

When Chang Er heard this, he immediately understood. Thinking about it, if such a young child dared to run out and travel around the world, how could there be no expert behind him to protect him?

Fangcun did not let Chang Er play on this issue, and instead asked: "By the way, is there anything wrong with Qingfeng City recently? Why are there more and more heroes from the martial arts world coming here?"

"Honest wasn't you in Qingfeng City recently?" Chang Er asked back, and finally felt that it was a bit bad for asking this, so he explained to himself.

"Ten days ago, a news came from the City Lord's Mansion that the City Lord intended to choose a husband for his sixteen-year-old daughter, so he set up a stage to prepare for a martial arts competition to attract marriage. The news spread quickly, and some people even came from thousands of miles away."

He said, lowering his voice again: "However, many people think that the city lord's son-in-law is designed to choose the monks on the mountain, not the gangsters."

Fang Cun asked in confusion: "That's all right! Why do you need to set up this arena again? Isn't this a joke? Ordinary Rangers, who are the opponents of those monks?"

Chang Er shook his head and said, "Young Master doesn't know that the city lord is a warrior. There are rumors that immortals on the mountain look down on the warriors on the mountain. How can the city lord say it directly? If someone directly rejects it, wouldn't it be ruined?"

"Well, that's the reason!" Fang Cun nodded slightly.

But it seems that this matter has nothing to do with me!

My own tools for crime need to grow!

Alas! What a pity, it’s impossible to participate in such a grand event.

"Chang Er, where did he die?"

Fangcun also wanted to ask more information from Chang Er, the waiter, but the shopkeeper's loud voice came from the front yard. The waiter had to pack up his dishes and say goodbye in a hurry.

After the waiter left, Fangchuang walked out of the room and walked to digest food in the yard.

He is now a little rich man, with a few thousand golds in his possession, and it is no problem to have a separate courtyard. It is precisely because he is generous and as famous as his name (Zhen Dafang), the shopkeepers all think that he is the young master of those rich families and dare not neglect easily.

After walking for a while, I returned to the room and stood in a stance.

After standing all night, I woke up in the morning and moved my muscles and bones. After breakfast, I asked the waiter to find a cloth bag for him and rented a carriage.

After returning to the room, he opened his mouth and spitted several swords and flew out of his mouth.

These were all found from the treasure house of the tiger demon in Tongfeng Mountain, with three swords, six swords, and a melon hammer and a short sword, which did not spit out in a square inch.

Melon hammer, Fangcun thinks that thing can be kept as a hammer.

Short sword, that is used when pretending.

From this we can also see that it is actually quite rare for monks on the mountain to use swords. Most monks choose to use swords. After all, they like to be elegant and elegant!

Using a knife seems a bit destructive!

Well, the above is pure nonsense.
Chapter completed!