Lord of the Desert

Chapter 134 Freedom
Three days later, February [-]th.

The white light is like a sword, cutting through the night.

Dawn was breaking.

Hong Fan woke up from his trance.

The warmth and warmth brought by Peiyuan Pill and the coldness of Jiao meat still remain in the nerves.

After several nights of painstaking practice, he has become more familiar with the strange pulse of true energy.

With the assistance of two precious resources, the speed of practice has increased to one extraordinary pulse in four months.

But this high speed is unsustainable.

The two Peiyuan pills and half a catty of jiao meat given by Hong Li are only enough for ordinary people to use for half a month.

If it were Hong Fan, who was forced by Yanliu Gongsha World to have a bowl of flat water, he would get a [-]% discount.

Yesterday, he went to consult Qiude and learned that the cost of this little thing was about a hundred taels of silver.

That is to say, the full efficiency is full, ordinary people need 400 taels a year, and Hong Fan himself needs 800 taels.

Simply outrageous.

Even if the clan is willing to pay this money, Hong Pan, who is far away in Xijing, may not have the means to collect enough goods.

Outside the window, the rooster sang for the third time.

The orange-red morning light illuminated the window lattice.

Hong Fan got down and sat cross-legged, picked up a threaded book from the bedside, and turned to the pages in his memory.

In addition to practicing martial arts, he borrowed a lot of books from the Qizuojian, most of which are just idle books and gossip.

But in these books, the outline of Dahua is hidden.

After being protected by the ancestral dragon, the human race multiplied until the present Dahua Dynasty, with a population that has steadily exceeded [-] million.

Considering that the household registration census of the imperial court was lagging behind and extensive, it would not be too much to add tens of millions to the actual population if counting hermits and slaves.

With this population, coupled with the prevalence of martial arts, the number of warriors is naturally large.

In the official propaganda of the Martial Arts Institute, Dahua claims to have millions of warriors, and its hard power exceeds that of any foreign race in the Eight Desolation and Four Heroes.

However, the muddled environment is quite different.

According to Wen Zhongguan, including the three major vassal states, the total number of Hunran and above warriors will definitely not reach [-].

In other words, even if Hong Fan's cultivation is not one in a thousand, it is at least one in a thousand.

With this level of cultivation, he can thrive in any city and county, and has the basic ability to protect himself.

After reading half of the book, the sky is already bright.

Hong Fan changed his clothes, had a hasty breakfast, and went straight to the southeast gate.

The cold spring is not over yet.

The wind blows intermittently, like a cold hand on the face.

Hong Fan has not been out of the city for a long time.

No escort, no carriage.

He hiked alone wearing a veiled hat, and met Taishan for the first time after the beginning of spring.

There are still sporadic residual snow on the top of the mountain, like a plain coat.

But from below the mountainside, it has been covered with fresh green like a long skirt, which makes people feel happy at a glance.

In an uninhabited mountain depression, Hong Fan found a dwarf tree that didn't fit in with others, and began to practice a new killing method.

Fire Cloud Palm.

The Yanliu Jin ran under the urging of the will, gathered in the palm of the hand along the three yang meridians, and then turned into an invisible fire power, blasting out.

Ten meters away, the branches and leaves of the dwarf trees were scattered all over the sky, and they were burned into charcoal before they hit the ground.

On the front of the trunk, the bark was burning and crackling.

Just like the iron hand, the killing methods of Yanliu Gong are not difficult to learn, they are nothing more than gathering luck, releasing from the body and so on.

But the real kung fu lies in temperature and speed.

For example, when Hong Sheng faced Gong Pengyun, he flipped his hands and blasted out the Fire Cloud Palm in a strong confrontation. Hong Fan is still far from being able to do it.

After half an hour of practicing the Yanliu Killing Technique, it was Sha Shijie's turn.

One and a half months later, Hong Fan still focused on the original three topics:

"Sand Mayfly V1.3";
"Scorching Sand V0.8";
"Power Glider V1.7".

It's just that the progress has changed from "feasibility exploration" to "optimization experiment".

Among the various applications of Sand Flow, Sand Mayfly was one of the first killing moves that Hong Fan realized.

And the first two lives he took after crossing - the two wolf greens that Jiang Youcai was in charge of - died under the simplified version of this trick.

Just imagine, within tens of meters of Hong Fan's body, the sand and fog are billowing, gathering and dispersing invisible.

Whenever an enemy enters, no matter if they have long scales or heavy armor, they will be pursued by the endless and pervasive sand flow, which will block the five orifices and rot the viscera at every turn. Isn't it frightening?

If this trick is successful, not only will it be almost invincible in the same realm, but it will also be able to quickly kill or subdue a large number of enemies with a relatively low consumption of real energy, which can be called a battlefield harvester.

According to Hong Fan's own estimate, if the complete body sand mayfly is included in "Musashi" by the Martial Academy, even if it does not enter the first rank, it will at least be a ceiling for the second rank.

But the ideal is beautiful, but the practice is difficult every step of the way.

Shagiri and Shaya are both very mechanical and simple killing methods.

For example, when using a firearm, pull the trigger to let the bullet eject from the chamber, and you don't have to worry about the future.

But sand mayflies are different.

It requires Hong Fan to maintain the sensory lock and guide the sand flow. When shooting multiple targets, the concentration required is multiplied.

In addition, the speed and strength of the sand cannot be weaker.

When the Nine Dao Zhengjing was cultivated, Hong Fan's effective killing range was only three meters. Once this distance was exceeded, the fine manipulation would inevitably be deformed.

Up to now, he is in the same vein, within six meters, he can make the barren sand gather and disperse at will, as if commanded by his arms.

In the shallow forest overgrown with bushes, a wind and sandstorm blew up.

Eight newly caught mountain rats were released and ran towards the surrounding wolves.

Then a stream of sand suddenly condensed, dragging them back to Juggernaut's feet.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the sand and mist dissipated.

Hong Fan gasped for breath.

The poor mice were all on their stomachs, and their limbs were still twitching.

Considerately changing the training ground, Hong Fan started the next project.

Compared with the sand mayfly, the research and development progress of the burning sand is even lower.

The expected picture should be a high-temperature sandstorm sweeping across with a wave of hands, sifting the enemy's flesh and blood to drain.

Without a fully enclosed three-defense suit or an extremely strong physique, there are almost no conventional methods to resist.

When the Gong family came to the door to compete, the beggar's version of the scorching sand was burned to the point where Gong Zi'an was ashamed.

However, after an hour of research, Hong Fan still had no breakthrough.

The shot is at a high temperature of [-] degrees, but the effective distance is only three meters.

Not even powerful enough to kill a pig.

This is to be expected.

On New Year's Eve, Cui's iron flower is a good example.

The [-]-degree molten iron was blasted into the air by the shirtless blacksmith with a flower stick. When it fell, it had already solidified, and the surface was only warm.

The same goes for sand.

The contact area between the particles and the air is too large, and the higher the speed of movement, the faster the cooling will be, so that it is caught in a dilemma that cannot be balanced between high temperature and high speed.

[If Yanliu's zhenqi does not change qualitatively, even if the technique is improved, there will probably be no breakthrough. 】

When Hong Fan thought about it, the scene of Hong Jian killing Wan Guangji appeared in his mind.

Vitality without light and sound, surpassing the six senses and six dusts.

A little spark is shot, and it turns into a frenzy of flames.

The difference between the heat and flow of energy is by no means purely a physical high temperature.

Hong Fan pondered for a moment, took out a pen and paper to record the details of the experiment, and then temporarily sealed "Scorching Sand V0.9".

The last item tested was a powered hang glider.

Leaving the woodland, Hong Fan walked onto a cliff with a drop of more than [-] meters.

After he entered the Chaotic Realm, the strength of the sand-cast items was further enhanced, and the newly designed hang glider was completely different from the previous ones.

After all, this can be regarded as half of the old line before time travel.

The cockpit is a fully-wrapped chrysalis, which is integrated with the wing, and the observation window can be moved and opened at will.

The wing is changed to a Clark Y airfoil with a convex top and a flat bottom to obtain maximum lift.

Fuller flaps are set on the wing root, which increases the wing area without increasing the weight, and the lift coefficient increases by 130%.

The front part is reserved to open and close the air intake, and there is a honeycomb heat flow heating chamber inside, as long as the driver's kidneys are not weak, the power is available at any time.

Perfected the center-of-gravity offset algorithm of the hang glider, combined with the ready-made aileron and tail rudder, greatly optimized the controllability...

It is no exaggeration to say that the best hang glider in the previous life did not have the performance of this V1.7 version of the "Power Sand Wing".

The maximum ceiling is 5000 meters.

The afterburner has a top speed of [-] kilometers per hour.

The normal wing load is six kilograms per square meter, and it can be doubled in extreme cases...

Hong Fan galloped along the newly opened forest path.

After one breath, it reached a top speed of [-] kilometers per hour.

Wrapped in a huge sand ball, he leaped out from the cliff and turned into a golden fish.

Flying to Yuxu, flying at extreme speed.

The blue sky is above, and the forest is below.

The endless blue and green spread to the distance, and together with his sight, they formed a line in a place farther than the distance.

Hong Fan gazed greedily at the passing scenery, feeling the air current rushing wildly by his hair.

This feeling is like walking on the road against a typhoon in the previous life.

But this time is different.

[Because this time it is not the atmosphere that is running, but I am flying. 】

The time has come to evening.

The fiery red sunset falls from the sky and is about to ignite the earth.

Hong Fan roared indiscriminately, and slid towards the rosy color of the sky, indulging in the freedom once exclusively enjoyed by birds.

PS:

The operating officer will change on his behalf, ask for a ticket, just pick it up~
Thanks~o(〃'▽'〃)o
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