"Uncle, isn't it wrong for us to secretly learn Shaolin martial arts?" Xu Zhu asked worriedly.
"Relax. I already know all this, so it doesn't count as secretly learning it."
"How do you know our Murong family's skill, using an opponent's methods against them?" Murong Fu exclaimed in shock.
"I don't. I just learned it after taking one look, then used it."
"The Xiaoyao Sect's techniques are soft and subtle. There's no way you could learn them," Tianshan Tonglao cried.
"As luck would have it, I've already learned them!"
Zhang Feng looked at the bewildered crowd and sighed helplessly, shrugging.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
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