Chapter 32: This guy is six years old?
Yang Ling was a little surprised to hear Li Jing's proposal.

"Isn't this inappropriate?"

"What's inappropriate?" Yin Shiniang said straightforwardly, "We both often come to your house to bother you these days.

Now that my sister-in-law is out for something, the two of us can help guide the child in cultivation. It’s not a big deal. Brother Yang, you don’t need to be polite to us!”

"That's right." Li Jing nodded and said seriously, "During this period of time, under the guidance of my sister-in-law, we have indeed benefited a lot.

Now it is my duty to help guide the child in his cultivation. Unless you, Brother Yang, despise us for our meager cultivation and are unqualified to guide your nephew."

A little bit indeed.

Yang Ling complained in his heart, but when the words came to his lips, they turned into: "How could it be? My Zhao'er is only six years old, and he has been practicing Qi cultivation for less than a year. He can barely be considered a beginner..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Jing smiled and said, "Brother Yang, don't worry. When I was studying Taoism in West Kunlun, I taught the new brothers and sisters on their behalf.

I have quite a bit of experience in guiding others in their practice.”

At this point, as if he was afraid that Yang Ling would not believe him, he patted his chest and assured: "I, Li Jing, never brag!

Brother Yang, you handed your nephew over to me, it will definitely be a success!"

"..."

Looking at Li Jing's confident eyes, Yang Ling felt a little nervous.

This kid said the same thing in Meishan before, but he got slapped in the face. It makes people wonder if he has the legendary "100% pretense and then get slapped in the face" physique?
If he is allowed to guide Yang Zhao in his cultivation, maybe his cultivation level will decline drastically in the end?
However, considering that Li Jing and Yin Shiniang both had good intentions, he couldn't refuse too directly.

Just when he was trying to find a suitable excuse to decline, Yang Zhao beside him raised his head and whispered, "Father, I would like to ask Uncle Li to help me with some tips on how to fight with others."

"Ok?"

Yang Ling glanced down at him, and saw a gleam of eagerness in Yang Zhao's eyes.

Obviously, after achieving some success in the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Power, he was somewhat eager to test out his current strength.

Yang Ling thought about it and felt that it was not a big deal to practice hard behind closed doors every day.

Although Taoist skills and magical powers are important, the experience and skills in fighting cannot be ignored.

What's more, "Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Power" is a sacred fighting method, and it is easier to comprehend its true essence in actual combat.

With this thought in mind, he nodded and said, "Remember to stop at the right time. It's best not to hurt the other party."

"Brother Yang, don't worry." Li Jing said with a smile, "I will be very careful and will definitely not hurt my nephew."

Yang Ling nodded, and didn't say anything else. He just stepped aside silently and made room for the two of them.

Li Jing took a few steps back, keeping a distance of about three meters from Yang Zhao, and then put on a calm and composed demeanor, looking at Yang Zhao and saying:
"I will stand here and not move. My dear nephew, just attack me with all your might. Let me see how advanced you are."

Yang Zhao nodded, took a deep breath, circulated the Qi in his body to its peak, and then rushed towards Li Jing.

Li Jing smiled slightly. He did not regard Yang Zhao as an ordinary child. After all, he was the son of Fairy Yunhua and must have extraordinary talent.

He held his breath and prepared to meet Yang Zhao's attack.

Yang Zhao exerted force with his legs, and his body was like an arrow shot from a bow, instantly closing the distance between him and Li Jing. Then he suddenly pushed off the ground and stood up. He was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, rushing straight towards Li Jing with a fierce gust of wind.

His small fist also drew an arc in the air, with a sound of breaking through the air, aiming at Li Jing's chest. This punch was extremely fast and powerful, and even the air around it made a slight cracking sound because of the piercing of the fist.

Li Jing's eyes narrowed slightly. Even though he had expected it beforehand, the power contained in Yang Zhao's punch was still far beyond his expectations.

However, he did not choose to dodge. Instead, he stretched out his right hand, and a shield formed by water waves appeared in his palm.

With a "bang", Yang Zhao's small fist hit the water shield held up by Li Jing's right hand solidly.

At this moment, Li Jing only felt a huge force coming from his right hand. Not only was his palm numb, but his whole body also shook slightly and he almost couldn't stand steadily.

Seeing this scene, Yin Shiniang, who was standing next to Yang Ling, couldn't help but widen her eyes.

She knew very well that Li Jing had profound attainments in Taoism and had recently entered the realm of refining the void and merging with the Tao. The next step forward would be to attain enlightenment and become an immortal.

Moreover, Li Jing has been practicing under the guidance of Taoist Master Du'e in West Kunlun since he was a child. He is proficient in the five elements of Taoism and his water shield is even more superb.

But now, this highly skilled Qi-refining master was actually knocked off balance by the fist of a six-year-old child. This was truly unbelievable.

Li Jing's face also revealed an expression of surprise that was difficult to conceal.

He looked at the six-year-old child with a determined look in his eyes and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "What a powerful punch! Brother Yang's son is indeed gifted. Such strength can definitely be called divine power!"

After that, he added: "This age is a good time to practice, but it's a pity that my sister-in-law is not at home, and Brother Yang's Taoism is too low to guide him in practice. It's a bit of a waste of his talent..."

Hearing his words, an uncontrollable anger suddenly emerged in Yang Zhao's eyes.

"Don't you dare say that about my father!"

Yang Zhao's childish voice became sharp and powerful, and every word seemed to tear Li Jing's words into pieces.

Before Li Jing could react, Yang Zhao jumped up in anger, and his clenched fist pierced the air and hit his chest again.

There were bursts of sound of wind and thunder.

Accompanied by a high-pitched and exciting elephant cry, the 840 million giant elephant particles in Yang Zhao's body exerted their strength together, erupting with indescribable terrifying power.

A dull explosion was heard in the air, as if the space was torn apart by an invisible force.

Li Jing had only enough time to condense a water shield the size of a washbasin, and then he felt a huge force coming at him.

The water shield only lasted for a moment before it shattered. He was like being hit by a speeding carriage, and his body flew out uncontrollably.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, Li Jing's body hit the courtyard wall hard, bricks and stones flew everywhere, and dust scattered.

His entire body was like a painting embedded in the wall, leaving a standard human-shaped depression on the hard wall made of blue bricks.

Yin Shiniang stared at the scene in amazement. Her whole body seemed to be frozen in place and she was speechless for a moment.

There were turbulent waves in her heart, and she looked at Yang Zhao with indescribable surprise:

Is this really just a six-year-old?

(End of this chapter)