The initial mastery of the Soft Palm could penetrate through several layers of armor and shatter the internal organs, meridians, and bones of the person inside.
His palm force had already reached the level of small success, but there was still a long way to go before it reached the level of great success.
The most difficult part was to completely transform the overbearing pure Yang energy in his body into a soft Yin energy.
For this, Lin Xuan specially thought of a wonderful method. He took out two thin pieces of rice paper from his arms and tied them to the tree trunk.
The palm force needed to shatter the second piece of Xuan paper while the first piece of Xuan paper and the tree bark remained unharmed. It also needed to shatter the tree trunk.
When he could fulfill this requirement, he continued to add Xuan paper in the middle.
The most difficult part of the Soft Palm was not the palm power, but the control of the palm power, just like what he was doing now.
Even without using his Soft Palm, he could easily break a tree as thick as a water tank with just the domineering power of his Pure Yang Qi.
However, if he encountered an opponent who was extremely skilled in outer sect martial arts, he would be unable to break through the opponent's defense.
Especially the monks of the Buddhist Sect, each of them had copper skin and iron bones. They had Golden Bell Shield, Iron Shirt, and the like, making them invulnerable to swords and spears.
The Soft Palm was specifically used to restrain this kind of outer sect hard body technique. It used the soft palm force to hit the bull from afar.
The palm force penetrated through the skin, bones, flesh, and blood, directly shattering the other party's internal organs.
In fact, Lin Xuan chose to cultivate the Soft Palm back then to target Buddhist experts and break their Golden Bell Shield Iron Skin Technique.
As long as they didn't attack from the outside and trained their martial arts to their internal organs, they could break their defenses with their soft palms.
Moreover, even if one's body was refined to the point of reaching the internal organs, as long as the palm force was strong enough, the Soft Palm would still be useful.
After tying the Xuan paper, he stood on both legs and slowly raised his right hand. He formed a palm print and activated the cotton palm.
"Pa!"
He pressed his palm against the paper and frowned. This palm was far from what he had expected.
Lin Xuan was not discouraged and practiced palm after palm.
No matter what martial arts technique it was, it could not be separated from the words 'learn more and practice more.' As expected, after practicing for a few days, he could clearly feel that his control over his palm force had improved a lot.
Third Senior Sister Mu Huanhuan was still the same as usual. Every day, she would come to deliver lunch and fight with him.
As she embarked on the path of practicing the Million Swords, her swordsmanship had improved significantly. She spent most of her time in bitter cultivation every day.
"Pa!"
The young Taoist priest's palm landed on the second piece of Xuan paper and turned it into powder, but the first layer of Xuan paper and the tree bark were unharmed.
As for the tree trunk, it had already been shattered by the palm force.
After completing the first stage of cultivation, he began the next stage, constantly adding paper to the middle.
He practiced his sword in the morning and his palm in the afternoon. He was immersed in it and did not notice the passage of time.
Every now and then, some unlucky fools would come knocking on his door and let him test the power of the Soft Palm.
"Little Junior Brother, is this method of training really useful?”
Mu Huanhuan sat on the steps of the pavilion and watched the young Taoist priest who was hitting the Xuan paper on the tree with his palm.
"Of course it's useful."
Lin Xuan's voice sounded.
"Third Senior Sister, watch carefully. In the future, if there's a chance, I'll find a Buddhist monk to open your eyes.”
"It seems that your Soft Palm is prepared for the disciples of the Buddhist Sect.”
She pursed her lips and smiled.
"That's right."
The young Taoist wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked over. He took the kettle from Mu Huanhuan and sat on the ground.
"Those monks of the Buddhist Sect are all smelly and stubborn, especially those from Shaolin.”
Lin Xuan said,"In the future, I will have to face the Buddhist Sect sooner or later. Instead of sharpening my spear at the last minute, it's better to make preparations early."”
It was June, and the weather was getting hotter. The scorching sun hung high in the sky, and the summer heat rose in the mountains.
It had just rained last night, and the steam lingered at the foot of the mountain. If one stood outside the shade of the tree, it would be like a steamer.
After several months of cultivation, the power of his Soft Palm became more and more condensed. He could control it freely, and he could already shatter a tree trunk from seven pieces of Xuan paper.
He was only half a step away from reaching the great success stage of the Soft Palm.
"Who knows, there might be a chance one day. At that time, I'll let big sister Huanhuan see how I use my Soft Palm to break the Buddhist Golden Bell Shield.”
he said casually.
It wasn't without reason. If one were to ask which two sects in the martial world had the greatest conflict with Wudang Sect, then they would be the ones who were the most hostile to them.
It was not Shaolin or Mount Longhu.
Dragon Tiger Mountain wanted to suppress Wudang Sect and protect their position as the leader of Taoism. The conflict between Shaolin Temple and Wudang Sect was because of one sentence.
Half of the martial arts in the world came from Shaolin and the other half came from Wudang.
Before Wudang Sect was established, there was another saying in the martial world.
The martial arts of the world come from Shaolin.
These few years, Wudang Sect had hidden their strength and bided their time. They rarely walked around the martial world, but the second-generation disciples were led by Lin Xuan.
It was growing rapidly. It would not be long before it could support Wudang.
This was definitely not what Shaolin Temple and Longhu Mountain wanted to see.
Therefore, every three to five days, someone would run to the mountain, and there were many people targeting Lin Xuan.
Wang Zhonglou was very clear about his disciple's strength. As long as the person who came was not a grandmaster, the elders of Wudang Sect did not show up.
They were all left to Lin Xuan to resolve and temper himself.
Who knows, Shaolin might have to send an expert to pay respects to the mountain one day.
"Martial Nephews, what are you talking about?"
The Youngest Uncle rode the green bull down the mountain slowly and asked curiously.
"I'm talking about Shaolin's bald donkeys."
Lin Xuan smiled.
"Little Uncle-Master, why didn't you herd the cows at the back of the mountain? Why did you come down the mountain? However, he couldn't stand the loneliness and prepared to ride a cow to Liangzhou.”
Although Youngest Uncle was young, he had a very high seniority and a humble personality, so he was very popular in Wudang.
However, among the second-generation disciples, only Lin Xuan dared to casually tease him like this. If it was anyone else, they would definitely be scolded by their uncle-master.
"No way."
The young Taoist priest's face flushed red." I just felt that the back of the mountain was too stuffy, so I came to the foot of the mountain to get some fresh air."”
"Just in time."
Lin Xuan said,"Little Uncle-Master, it's a good time for you to give pointers to third senior sister's sword technique.”
"I don't know any sword techniques."
The young Taoist priest scratched his head.
"You don't know swordsmanship, but you know how to read.”
He said,"Don't decline. If you teach me well, I'll secretly go down the mountain and get you two good books."”
"Really?"
Upon hearing this, Youngest Uncle's interest was immediately piqued, and his eyes widened.
"Ahem."
Lin Xuan nodded.”
"It's better not to."
Youngest Uncle's head shook like a rattle-drum.
If he was discovered, wouldn't it be embarrassing?
"Junior Brother, Junior Uncle, what are you talking about?”
Mu Huanhuan was confused. What good book? What Xu family's eldest daughter? She did not understand at all.
"No, I didn't. It's nothing."
Youngest Uncle hurriedly changed the topic and said to Mu Huanhuan,""Show me your sword technique. Let me see what flaws there are.”
"Thank you, Little Uncle-Master."
She was in high spirits and hurriedly carried her sword to the bamboo forest to practice.
It had to be said that this junior martial uncle, Lin Xuan, had a very sharp gaze. With just one look, he pointed out the flaws and shortcomings of his sword technique.
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