I became immortal in the world of low martial arts

Chapter 55 Big Sister (please click)

"The weather was fine just now, why is it raining now?"

Bean-sized rain falls on the ground.

Splashes of dust.

After Zhu Xiaowu said goodbye to Su Heng, he patted his head and left. His figure quickly disappeared around the corner of the mountain road.

Su Heng stood silently under the eaves of the dilapidated restaurant, and the rain fell in front of him like a bead curtain, making a sound.

He really wanted to ask just now, is the name Hong Wu serious?
As a result, people have not yet reacted.

Zhu Xiaowu had already run away without a trace.

"never mind…"

Su Heng shook his head, simply not thinking about it.

Everyone has their own opportunities and goals. For Su Heng, he just wants to become stronger so that he can protect himself and his loved ones in troubled times.

If this can be achieved, Su Heng hopes that he can live longer.

Walk more, experience more things.

That's it already.

……

Su Heng and Zhu Xiaowu bid farewell.

Go home.

Starting to practice Hong Xiang's true meaning is also the last piece of the puzzle of Hong Xiang's true skills.

At the same time, Su Heng also used various means to find out whether the news about the elixir in Wukui Mountain was true or not, and the layers of veils that shrouded Wukui Mountain were gradually lifted by Su Heng.

In the blink of an eye, more than a month passed.

……

In the 15th year of Zhengzheng, the world was in chaos, and all the heroes rose together.

Guo Zixing of Jiangzhou gathered thousands of people to take Haozhou Mansion at night, set up the Sequoia Army, and took Dongning, Dongchang, Guangping, and Shunde several cities in a few months, with tens of thousands of troops, named Fengyang King, and named him King Fengyang. Spread the world, flourish for a while!
Haozhou Fucheng.

In a hidden underground chamber.

On one side of the spacious martial arts platform, a huge "Yan" character is written with blood-red paint.

Around the martial arts stage, huge red candles were placed on vertical poles one by one, burning blazingly, bringing a dark red flame.

On the martial arts stage.

The two figures stood facing each other, the atmosphere was dull and frozen.

On the left is a strong woman with a height of nearly 1.9 meters, wearing a black short shirt.

Not only is he tall, but the muscles all over his body are nodules and swollen, like the roots of old trees, protruding piece by piece, with scars and tattoos all over it, very ferocious.

The woman's hair was also tied into black braids, scattered behind her head.

When walking, shake and shake.

Like the Predator in a sci-fi movie.

In front of the woman, there is a short man about 1.6 meters tall, with wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes, looking a bit wretched.

Right above the ring.

An old man in gray clothes was sitting cross-legged on a futon.

The old man clapped his hands lightly, making a crisp sound.

The two figures charged forward in an instant, pulling out afterimages.The red candles around the ring were all affected by the strong wind blown by the actions of both sides, shaking violently.

halfway through.

The iron-blooded woman punched forward heavily.

She entangled her whole body with strength, the front of her fist pierced the air, and special scale marks appeared on her arms.

The short man's complexion changed slightly.

He forcibly changed his direction, and at the same time turned his fist into a palm, and slapped the woman's arm joints heavily.

boom!
Two different forces collided with each other.

Make a crisp sound.

The woman's body was like a mountain, standing there without moving.

Although the man on the other side tried his best to evade and seized the opportunity to strike decisively, the tyrannical force he was proud of hit the woman like a tide washing over a rock.

No effective damage was done.

The man still seemed unconvinced, and after opening a distance, he charged forward again.

The two fought for more than a dozen rounds in a row, the crackling sound of fists and feet colliding could be heard endlessly, echoing back and forth in the closed room, the tyrannical force collided with each other, and a strong wind was blowing.

Large red candles were blown down and extinguished.

Click!

The man's figure is like a flying swallow, constantly circling around the tall body of the iron-blooded woman.

But after a long time, flaws were finally revealed.

One of his arms was slightly numb after the forceful collision, and before he could withdraw in time, the iron-blooded woman grabbed it forcefully.

The man secretly groaned in his heart.

It may be too late.

A tyrannical force came, and then the world spun.

boom!
After severe pain.

The man's eyes darkened, and he was already rounded heavily and hit the ground.

He struggled to open his eyes, and an iron fist with blackened joints rapidly enlarged in his pupils, and a thin white air flow wrapped around the edge of the fist, clearly visible like a ribbon.

Swish!
The iron fist was less than half a centimeter away from the man's cheek.

Steady stop.

However, the howling wind caused the man's face, which was still blowing, to tremble, causing severe pain.

"Senior brother, let me go!" The iron-blooded woman took a step back slightly, clasped her fists in both hands, and bowed her head to the short man in salute.

"Thank you, Junior Sister, for your mercy."

The man seemed to be still immersed in the fear of facing death just now, and he did not recover.

His face was pale, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva dryly.

He quickly turned around and left from the arena.

"My Iron Clothes Scale Armor skill has been cultivated to the point of great success, and I am only one step away from becoming a martial artist." This iron-blooded woman with dirty braids is Su Heng and Su Ping's eldest sister, Su Tong.

Su Tong stood in front of the old man, and said in a low tone, "When can I leave here and look for my younger siblings?"

"Your two younger siblings are fine now. Your younger brother joined a local gang and became a blood refiner." The old man on the futon opened his eyes with his eyes closed.

The originally indifferent gaze also took on a little softness after seeing Su Tong.

However, that emotion was fleeting.

His voice was as indifferent and cold as ever, without revealing any emotion, "After you have filled your whole body with strength and stepped into the realm of refining martial arts, I will allow you to go out and move freely."

"it is good!"

……

Deling County, South Bridge Street.

The weather was gloomy, there had just been a heavy rain, and black cumulus clouds still shrouded the sky, showing no sign of dissipating.

In the courtyard full of cabbages.

Su Heng's upper body was naked, and a black stone as tall as a person was placed in front of him.

He coughed twice, inhaled forcefully, then sank to his dantian, opened his mouth, and a roar like a dragon and an elephant came out of Su Heng's mouth.

There seemed to be some kind of strange power in that roar.

Water droplets suspended on the leaves, doors and windows around.

They were all shattered by this force.

After half an hour.

Su Heng felt a little ashamed, closed his mouth, and the strange roar disappeared.

"No wonder the price of Longxiang Zhenyi's blood-refining martial art is far lower than other types of blood-refining martial arts. In terms of lethality alone, this martial art is basically the worst I have ever seen. Whoever learns it It's rubbish."

Su Heng shook his head and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Although Hong Xiang's true meaning has been cultivated to the point of great success by him.

But now it seems.

As the main attack type of blood-refining martial art, even if it is practiced to the stage of mastery, the effect of this martial art is very limited.

Compared with blood-refining martial arts such as Hong Xiangquan, Dragon Claw Kungfu, and Flying Dragon Kicks, there is a huge gap.

But being weak also has its advantages.

Although the effect of Hong Xiang's true meaning is a little bit worse, the cultivation consumes less energy and blood.

Compared with other blood-refining martial arts, it is much less difficult for Hong Xiang Zhenyi to cultivate to the Dacheng stage.

"Next, you can try to gather strength..."

With Hong Xiang's true intention to practice to Dacheng, Su Heng has completed five blood refinements.Every blood refinement represents a comprehensive improvement of physical fitness.

Five times of blood refinement, superimposed strength, and then superimposed the huge increase brought by the talent of copper skin and iron bone.

At that time, even if you meet a real martial arts master.

Su Heng also has the certainty of winning the battle.

(End of this chapter)