Chapter: 1041
He suddenly stopped breathing after feeling the pain similar to having his lungs stabbed by a needle.
�What?�
When his breathing was disturbed, the qi he had worked so hard to build up dissipated like fog evaporating in the morning sun.
Woo Pyeong quickly picked up his breathing, trying to regain the qi that disappeared.
Sting!
But at that moment, he felt the exact same stabbing pain again, and thus interrupting his breathing.
Woo Pyeong urgently tried to stabilize his qi by executing the Divine Art of Taiqing.1 However, at every critical moment, he felt a pain as if a needle pricked him.
Woo Pyeong�s face hardened like a stone.
Such a phenomenon could not have happened naturally.
There were many sects scattered throughout the world, but it was the Wudang sect�s deep internal energy that was revered as the best in the world, along with the Shaolin Temple, in terms of internal stability.
There was little possibility that their perfect deep qi, which had been complemented by numerous geniuses for a long time, would be disrupted by an external force intervention during its operation.�
Woo Pyeong was now shaken.
Every time he tried to bolster his qi, the stabbing and stinging pain came without fail.
It wasn�t because there was a problem with the Divine Art of Taiqing.
Someone was intentionally and forcibly stepping in.
There was only one person who could do that here.
It was only then that Woo Pyeong realized that Pyo-wol�s martial arts were beyond his imagination.�
Just because a person doesn�t move does not mean they could not exercise external force.
Masters who reigned at the top of Jianghu were able to subdue their opponents even without touching them by using techniques similar to telekinesis.2�
Pyo-wol intervened with Woo Pyeong�s breathing in the same way.
It sounds simple, but in reality, it requires an unimaginably sophisticated operation of internal energy.
�Is this guy really on a similar level as those masters?�
A hint of disbelief shone in Woo Pyeong�s eyes.
Since his face was covered with a scarf, it made his true identity unrecognizable. But judging from the condition of the exposed skin around his eyes, he seemed to be a person who could never be beyond his thirties.
It was hard to believe that the person in front of them had reached a level similar to that of the top masters in Jianghu at such a young age.
Woo Pyeong stopped trying to pressure Pyo-wol by lowering his qi. He realized that the stabbing sensation he had just felt was a warning from Pyo-wol.
The atmosphere of Pyo-wol was too unusual for him to ignore his warning.�
At this point, Woo Pyeong felt the need to take a step back and change the atmosphere.
Woo Pyeong said politely,
�I failed to recognize a master even in front of my eyes. I am Wu Pyeong of the Wudang sect. Can I know your name?� JrNovels.com
�What?�
When his breathing was disturbed, the qi he had worked so hard to build up dissipated like fog evaporating in the morning sun.
Woo Pyeong quickly picked up his breathing, trying to regain the qi that disappeared.
Sting!
But at that moment, he felt the exact same stabbing pain again, and thus interrupting his breathing.
Woo Pyeong urgently tried to stabilize his qi by executing the Divine Art of Taiqing.1 However, at every critical moment, he felt a pain as if a needle pricked him.
Woo Pyeong�s face hardened like a stone.
Such a phenomenon could not have happened naturally.
There were many sects scattered throughout the world, but it was the Wudang sect�s deep internal energy that was revered as the best in the world, along with the Shaolin Temple, in terms of internal stability.
There was little possibility that their perfect deep qi, which had been complemented by numerous geniuses for a long time, would be disrupted by an external force intervention during its operation.�
Woo Pyeong was now shaken.
Every time he tried to bolster his qi, the stabbing and stinging pain came without fail.
It wasn�t because there was a problem with the Divine Art of Taiqing.
Someone was intentionally and forcibly stepping in.
There was only one person who could do that here.
It was only then that Woo Pyeong realized that Pyo-wol�s martial arts were beyond his imagination.�
Just because a person doesn�t move does not mean they could not exercise external force.
Masters who reigned at the top of Jianghu were able to subdue their opponents even without touching them by using techniques similar to telekinesis.2�
Pyo-wol intervened with Woo Pyeong�s breathing in the same way.
It sounds simple, but in reality, it requires an unimaginably sophisticated operation of internal energy.
�Is this guy really on a similar level as those masters?�
A hint of disbelief shone in Woo Pyeong�s eyes.
Since his face was covered with a scarf, it made his true identity unrecognizable. But judging from the condition of the exposed skin around his eyes, he seemed to be a person who could never be beyond his thirties.
It was hard to believe that the person in front of them had reached a level similar to that of the top masters in Jianghu at such a young age.
Woo Pyeong stopped trying to pressure Pyo-wol by lowering his qi. He realized that the stabbing sensation he had just felt was a warning from Pyo-wol.
The atmosphere of Pyo-wol was too unusual for him to ignore his warning.�
At this point, Woo Pyeong felt the need to take a step back and change the atmosphere.
Woo Pyeong said politely,
�I failed to recognize a master even in front of my eyes. I am Wu Pyeong of the Wudang sect. Can I know your name?� JrNovels.com
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