Chapter 9, the highest realm of external skills is - band accompaniment 1

Qin Qinghe Dao: "If the senior does not move, then the junior will not use internal energy; that is only fair"

Qin Qinghe did not bother to respond to her words, nor did he look back at her, but directly said to Zhang Zhenren: "If you must pursue this matter, then allow me to experience your esteemed skills on her behalf"

Zhang Zhenren let out a cold laugh: "I am not so old as to be deaf; I hear everything clearly! You, Qin Qinghe, are also a prominent figure in the martial world. What? Are you afraid to admit it?"

Who would have thought that the tentacle was as hard as fine iron, as Qin Qinghe's shoulder emitted a loud sound, akin to a clap of thunder, which actually deflected Zhang Zhenren's palm that was filled with internal energy.

Qin Qinghe remained silent, his eyes fixed on him without yielding in the slightest

Zhang Zhenren said: "She speaks so many ill of me, what use is an apology! Whether the old man has any ability or not, he must let her see it!" As he spoke, his sleeves moved without wind. Tian Fan was watching the excitement from the side when suddenly he felt a lightness in his body, as if he had stumbled on flat ground, taking a large step forward. His whole body was filled with energy and blood, and although he had not left the ground, it felt as if he were riding on clouds.

Qin Qinghe took a step forward: "I apologize to the senior on her behalf"

Zhang Zhenren looked at him coldly: "Hero Qin, do not be modest. The old man is incompetent and cannot teach a disciple worthy of your attention, so I can only take matters into my own hands and experience your remarkable skills myself."

Before Tian Fan entered the alley, he suddenly stepped forward to block her behind and said: "Senior, what do you want to discuss with Tian Fan?"

After a moment of confrontation, Master Zhang's expression darkened, and his voice became somber: "Is Master Qin really refusing to show any respect?"

It is! Qin Qinghe said: "I, as a junior, should not speak recklessly. Please grant me one month; I will invite friends from both the Southern and Northern sects to host a banquet and formally apologize to your esteemed master and disciple! I hope you, as a senior, can be magnanimous and not hold it against me."

Zhang Zhenren nodded slightly: "Alright, come over! I will stand here, taking a step back means I lose!" Qin Qinghe nodded without hesitation; the two were simply not on the same level, and the idea of being evenly matched was out of the question. In the face of Zhang Zhenren, it was not considered shameful at all.

"Senior, you have misunderstood." Qin Qinghe felt a cold sweat break out: "I did not mean that at all."

Qin Qinghe smiled wryly: "It was the younger generation's slip of the tongue, but I was merely joking with a friend. She is not a person of the martial world and does not understand the depths of it. How could the younger generation dare to underestimate the esteemed disciple of Master Zhang?"

"What a thunderous sound!" Zhang Zhenren couldn't help but exclaim. This sound was not produced by Qin Qinghe's shout, but rather naturally emitted by the body during the execution of martial arts techniques. The crisp sound was already a manifestation of external martial arts reaching its peak, while the thunderous sound was a characteristic that originated from the outside and resonated within. There is a saying that youth is feared in martial arts; although Zhang Zhenren was reputed to be the best in the world, the external strength inevitably declines with age, and he could no longer produce such a thunderous sound.

Zhang Zhenren let out a soft hum: "Hero Qin is also in the same circle; do I still need to teach you the rules of the Jianghu?"

"On what basis should I speak with you?" The old man snorted and said, "My ears are longer than a pig's! I can hear everything she says, tell that little girl to come over herself!"

Qin Qinghe was taken aback; this person had a complexion as luminous as jade, and his gaze was as calm as water. It was evident at a glance that he was a master the likes of which Qin had never encountered in his life. He had met a few masters of the jianghu, all of whom held their identities in high regard, exhibiting a steady and composed demeanor. It was truly rare to find someone with such a temperament.

"What did you say? You have quite the attitude, don't you? Just now, you said that hitting my disciple is just a matter of moving your fingers, right?"

Before her exclamation could escape, Qin Qinghe suddenly appeared in front of her. She swayed slightly and then stopped, feeling as if she had soared to the heavens, yet when she looked down, she had not moved at all. Tian Fan surprisingly felt no fear; instead, she was filled with curiosity and excitement as she exclaimed: "Brother Qin, is this the remarkable martial arts? Did that... old man use this? Who won among you?"

He did not waste any words. With a slight bow, he stepped aside, bending his body slightly, bending his knees, and forming his hands into a knife shape, thrusting towards Zhang Zhenren's waist. Since he had already decided to strike, he naturally could not hold back in front of Zhang Zhenren; seizing a moment of opportunity was also advantageous. Midway through the move, he suddenly increased his strength, and the wind from his fingers produced a sound like tearing silk.

Qin Qinghe said in a deep voice: "My friend is not a person of the martial world, senior, you have something to say to me!"

He set aside all intricate techniques, and each move was akin to the common tricks of street performers plying their trade on the bridge. Of course, his execution was on a completely different level compared to those flashy displays

Qin Qinghe's face turned red, and he pressed his hands against his knees, bending deeply at the waist, saying: "Senior, I am sorry, it is all my fault. I did not mean to offend you. If you cannot forgive me, I am willing to accept punishment!" He remained bent over for a long time without straightening up.

Having spoken, one hand bent at the elbow formed a gun and thrust into Zhang Zhenren's chest, while the other arm, like a snake, suddenly extended and swiftly struck the center line, accompanied by a crisp sound of 'pa', employing pure external force once again

Zhang Zhenren's expression brightened slightly. Qin Qinghe is also a prominent figure in the martial world, and such courtesy shown to him has already given him great face. Moreover, he knows that this matter cannot be blamed on Qin Qinghe, so he snorted and said: "Why be so polite? The rules of the martial world should be handled in the martial way. Let's spar a bit, and if you lose, you can apologize later."

Zhang Zhenren let out a cold laugh: "For twenty years, I have fought with others, and those people either shrink back in fear or are insidious and ruthless, using every means possible. Do you need to talk to me about fairness? Do not look down on this old man; come at me with all you've got!"

"At least you are sensible," Zhang Zhenren replied nonchalantly, "Then I will take note of it, you may leave now." Without turning back, he said, "Little girl, come here, we will settle the remaining accounts between us!"

Qin Qinghe arrived at the street corner and entered a small alley on the left. He saw an elderly man with white hair and beard standing at the entrance of the alley, glaring at him with an unfriendly gaze. After hesitating for a moment, he stepped forward and slightly bowed, saying, "Old sir, did you summon this junior here?"

Tian Fan walked in, his bright, sparkling eyes scanning Zhang Zhenren from top to bottom, curiosity far outweighing fear. However, Qin Qinghe was drenched in cold sweat; facing a master like Zhang Zhenren, he had concentrated all his energy and had not even noticed Tian Fan nearby.

"How long can you withstand this!" Zhang Zhenren's eyes suddenly emitted two beams of brilliance, and his arms turned again, wrapping around like cloth. This was the Silk Wrapping Force. Utilizing the wrapping power, he placed it on Qin Qinghe's shoulder, and then immediately channeled his internal energy, which was several times greater than the previous touch, surging towards Qin Qinghe like a terrifying wave.

Indeed, I am the old man Zhang who has graciously relinquished the title of the world's number one. I thank you for that! When do you plan to lift a finger to discipline my disciple for me?

Qin Qinghe lowered his head and said: "The younger generation is aware of their own limitations and is certainly not a match for the senior. There is no need for a contest. Moreover, this matter is entirely my fault, and whatever punishment the senior deems necessary, I shall accept it without question"

"Young man, why do you not use your internal energy?" Zhang Zhenren placed a hand on his shoulder and noticed that he was concentrating his energy in the dantian, with not a trace of it leaking into his limbs or body, and thus asked in surprise.

Zhang Zhenren could not help but nod secretly; a single sound is worth a thousand gold pieces. The presence of this sound indicates that Qin Qinghe's Bagua You Shen Palm has reached the highest realm of transforming softness into hardness. He also could not afford to be arrogant and take a hit.

In the moment of his distraction, the old man shouted again: "What are you looking at? Go call that ugly girl to come over here!"

Qin Qinghe was greatly shocked: "Are you Zhang Zhenren?"

The old man with a white beard glared and said: "Are you deaf? I said for both of you to come over, both! Both! Do you know how to count?"

Qin Qinghe did not yield in the slightest and said in a deep voice: "She is not a person of the martial world; if you have something to say, senior, please speak to me."

Zhang Zhenren remained motionless, bending his knees and tilting his body, tracing a slight curve in the air with his movements. Two fingers accurately rested on Qin Qinghe's shoulder. The moment Qin Qinghe felt the touch, he immediately sensed an instability in his center of gravity, as if he had suddenly stepped awkwardly, akin to being drunk. A chill ran through his heart, and he quickly crouched down to stabilize himself, then executed a large circular movement to disengage Zhang Zhenren's fingers from his shoulder.

Qin Qinghe shook his head: "Of course, I do not look down on Zhang Zhenren, but I must also hold myself in high regard!"

Zhang Zhenren's anger flared: "Are you going to take my place for someone else? Kid, weigh your own worth first! Get lost!"

Zhang Zhenren rolled his eyes and said, "Mind your own business, just get lost!"

Qin Qinghe slowly took a step back and said word by word: "Please, senior, grant me your guidance"