The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 611 Tempering
"Everyone, I will take a step first. If it succeeds, the martial arts will advance greatly. If it fails, there will be no bones left. Bless me."

While Xiang Yang was wondering, he saw Yu Du smiled resolutely, stepped forward and jumped into the sand river, disappeared in the endless fine sand, only splashed a little yellow sand in an instant, and disappeared without any trace, and a grain of sand disappeared. Like a stone falling into a river.

While Ren Xiu and others just watched with a little nervousness, Gan Hongyu also had expectations, and had no intention of stopping Yu Du at all, as if he knew that he would make such a move a long time ago.

Xiang Yang was surprised, but also looked at poison differently. This person's martial arts is not very good. The reason why people are afraid of him is because he is apprenticed to the ghost-handed dragon mother. how deep.

Unexpectedly, there is such a desperate state of mind, and there must be some reasons that he does not know.

"Young Master Xiang, Master Yu Po from the Ghost Hand Dragon Po, although he has learned a superb martial arts, but whether it is internal skills or tricks, it tends to be feminine and feminine, which makes his martial arts progress slow and difficult to reach a level that satisfies him.

This is not a elixir, and it cannot be solved by external forces. For many years, he has studied hard, borrowed the reputation of the ghost-handed dragon mother, visited famous experts, and finally created a method of turning yin into yang and turning softness into strength. He has completely changed his body in martial arts, but the conditions are too harsh.

Ever since he came to Shahe once and saw the scene here, Yu Du knew that this was his only chance to practice that secret technique. "

The one who spoke was Gu Yilong, who had a good relationship with Yu Du and knew more about it, explaining to Xiang Yang.

"Yes, Yu Du and I have known each other for a few years. Before that, he has made enough preparations. No matter whether he succeeds or not, he will not leave any regrets."

Gan Hongyu's voice was a little erratic, and her tone was full of admiration and expectation for Du. This had nothing to do with Ghost Hand Luang Po, but only aimed at Du personally.

In some people's opinion, with Yu Du's martial arts and background at this time, there is actually no need to take such a big risk. Even if he is acquired all his life, he can live an extremely nourishing and comfortable life. Why bother?
It's still an old saying, people are different, one's good medicine is another's arsenic, in the eyes of some people, it is better to die vigorously than to live mediocrely, and poison must be the latter.

While chatting, Yuan Tong and two other monks Mang Jingang came slowly, and they were not surprised when they saw that there was one person missing.

"Benefactor Xiang is indeed the body protector of the Buddha's light. He has the blessing of great virtue. It is admirable to comprehend the martial arts of the stone wall knife in such a short time. Why don't we two get together and cross this sand river together?"

Yuantong walked over with a smile on his waist, with a saber slung around his waist, his fat body trembling, and his smile was a bit like Maitreya Buddha in a temple, with joy in his compassion.

"Wait a minute, Mumei, you go down to Shahe first."

Xiang Yang ignored Yuantong, but turned his head to look at Yan Mumei who was holding the knife box, who hadn't recovered from the horrible environment of the bloodworm poison formation before.

At this time, this beautiful and delicate girl's pretty face was pale, and she looked even more charming. After Xiang Yang said this, he saw everyone in the room looking at him, their eyes were full of "Are you still speaking human words?" the meaning of.

"Brother Xiang, are you kidding me? This Shahe River is extremely miraculous, and only those who have achieved success in cross-training can't cross it. Miss Yan is delicate and soft, and even lacks a little bit of inner strength. If you let her go down the Shahe River, wouldn't you be sending her to death?"

Ren Xiu is a straight man who has his own opinions. Although he has a great friendship with Xiang Yang, he is not indiscriminate between black and white.

"Brother Xiang, I, I"

Yan Mumei's complexion turned extremely ugly, and she felt aggrieved in her heart, feeling as if she had been wronged by a bad person, and her mouth was hesitating.

"Don't worry, I said that if you are fine, you will be fine, don't forget what you are holding in your hand, show some courage, although this sand river is dangerous, there is nothing you can do about it.

If you don't believe it, just use your thoughts and ask Bikong, I will lie to you, but it won't. "

Xiang Yang smiled warmly, just like the sun shining, dispelling the discomfort and chill in Yan Mumei's heart. His knowledge may not be as good as some people present, but his spiritual cultivation is the best on the spot, and he has vaguely seen some tricks.

Tightening the wooden box in her bosom, she closed her eyes slightly, and let out her weak spirit. After two breaths of effort, she opened her eyes a little embarrassedly. Bikong did give her an affirmative reply.

In Yan's family, although her martial arts are not the strongest, she is very talented and can communicate with Bikong Shendao in a simple way. This is why she conveyed Bikong's thoughts when Xiang Yang first met Yan's family.

Yan Mumei took a few steps forward, came to the cliff, looked at the rolling yellow sand below, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, closed her eyes and jumped down, everyone stepped forward to watch.

As far as the eye can see, after Yan Mumei fell, her feet were inserted into the sand river. The originally flowing yellow sand was actually separated by an invisible force, revealing the bottom. The scene of people is revealed.

"Sure enough, as I expected, Shahe is abnormal, but it is also difficult to compare with the magic weapon. With the help of Bikong, maybe she can really gain a lot here."

Knowing that the other party was no longer in danger, Xiang Yang nodded, let others know, waved his sleeves, and jumped off the cliff leisurely, and soon fell into the fine yellow sand.

His feet collapsed, and there was a strong suction force sticking to the soles of his feet, and it was still difficult for him to break free with his kung fu.

Covered by yellow sand, endless squeezing force and raging heat like a furnace came from the surface of the body. Under the transpiration, it was directly pushed into the skin, muscles, bones, and even internal organs through the clothes.

This feeling is like falling into the gossip furnace of Taishang Laojun, the body is suffering, and the spirit is also suffering.

Xiang Yang was not in a hurry to cross the Shahe River, but concentrated on meditating, savoring the various changes in body and spirit.

Xiaoye Dao formation, it seems that people's sensitivity and force to the sword formation, non-knife people are not allowed to enter, and therefore, the elders of Jialan Temple used 120 swordsman masters to break the formation, rather than stick or sword Warriors like law.

The blood worm poison formation, it seems that people's courage and means, both are indispensable.

Bravery without plan is reckless, plan without courage is a coward, and the combination of the two is a man of great wisdom and courage, who is qualified to cross the bloodworm poison formation.

This Shahe pass should test the body and spirit of a person, for the purpose of washing the sand with big waves and forging gold with fierce fire.

Xiang Yang felt a strange feeling now, the pressure of quicksand around him was like a small hammer, refining his body, from the membranes and muscles to the internal organs, he was cheering everywhere.

Although it is hard to resist the hot energy, it is also slowly integrated into the human body to make up for the needs and consumption of exercise, just like supplementing glucose during exercise.

No wonder Yu Du said that this is an extraordinary place to practice martial arts. Xiang Yang personally experienced it, and it was indeed so.

(End of this chapter)