After dinner, he took a shower.
The time was still early, and Zhang Xiaofan sat cross-legged on the bed.
He began to practice the first explosion of the "Sky Yuan Triple Explosion."
Now, he not only needed to improve his cultivation strength but also needed martial arts techniques.
In fights with cultivators who possessed martial arts techniques, he understood how crucial those techniques were.
It was like, in his village, when Er Gou and the fatty got into a fight, both were evenly matched at first, but Er Gou had a wooden stick in his hand while the fatty had nothing.
Clearly, the fatty was at a disadvantage.
If he had martial arts techniques, Zhang Xiaofan's fighting strength would surely increase significantly.
"Even the weakest Jue-level Assassin ranked twelfth in Qimen Palace is at least a Profound Level martial artist, armed with an unpredictable Soft Sword, and their fighting power is by no means weaker than my own," he thought.
