In the inn, Miao you Fang let out a satisfied and pained sigh.
Ever since he had followed Xu Qi 'an, his master in name, had been helping him collect herbs to strengthen his body.
He also taught him a unique Qi-circulating technique to assist him in his advancement.
Every day, he soaked in medicinal baths, endured the pain of burning and corrosion, and silently circulated his Qi. He finally crossed the threshold and advanced to sixth-grade copper skin iron bones.
He stood up from the tub and looked around himself. His bronze skin was shining with a faint divine light.
His strength and five senses had improved by quite a bit, and his Qi activity had also become much more vigorous. However, what surprised the martial artist the most was his body that was impervious to swords and Spears.
There was a saying in the pugilistic world,"a sixth-ranked County Magistrate, a fifth-ranked magistrate, and a fourth-ranked Marquis."
