According to Wang Anfeng's knowledge, besides Sikou Tingfeng and himself, there was the long-absent Xue Qinshuang, and Xiahou Xuan, who had learned extensively but ultimately lost himself in the vastness. His splendor was like a colorful bloom, yet he lacked the ambition to take a further step, and there was no core martial arts in him to support the heaven and earth like a Kunlun Jade Pillar.
It was only now that he understood why Mr. taught him various martial arts without any scruples.
But the swordsmanship taught seriously was only one school.
The flow of time in the world of the Shaolin Temple was slower than outside, from the age of thirteen to now, at least ten years.
Now, the foundation of this swordsmanship path had already borne fruit.
He smiled lightly, recalling the always aloof and arrogant person in a blue gown, murmuring to himself:
"Observe broadly and select carefully."
"Build deeply and unleash slowly."
