Not far away, Lao Fang sat paralyzed on the cold ground, watching all of this happening in horror.
When he saw Lord Ding falling to the ground on his back, the fear in his heart reached its peak in an instant.
He gathered his strength desperately and used his hands and feet to escape outside.
Suddenly a cold light fell.
The old man’s head is in a different place.
Several masked men in green clothes appeared in the courtyard. They quickly walked up to Wei Tao and knelt down on one knee, not daring to move.
Wei Tao stood up slowly while holding on to the broken wall, with a gloomy face and a cold tone, "Find all the men in white around you, kill them, and then spread them out and hide them. Don't show your head easily."
"I will obey your orders!"
A dozen men in green clothes quickly dispersed and began to fight and fight with the surrounding Red Lantern Society believers.
The Red Lantern Cultists in white robes and the Qinghe Association members in blue robes and masks. No one on either side talks nonsense. Whenever they meet, they will greet each other with swords and guns. It will only end when one party falls.
Blood stained a large area of frozen soil, and an unknown number of people had their heads dislocated.
The fierce battle broke out suddenly and ended quickly in a very short period of time.
The dozen or so Red Lantern Society believers brought by Altar Ding were all wiped out.
But they were not afraid of death, and even at the disadvantage of several leaders being killed, they still displayed strong combat capabilities, almost reaching a one-to-one exchange ratio with the elites of the Youth League.
In the dark stone alley, the surviving Qinghehui swordsmen began to dispose of the corpses.
Soon after, the entire alley became quiet again.
Only a messy courtyard and ruined houses were left, which continued to be dilapidated in the howling cold wind, and eventually turned into real ruins.
Wei Tao had already left at this time.
He did not return home, but was escorted by several Youth League members and walked around to a safe house that had never been used.
It has all the necessary facilities for living, and also stores enough grain and firewood for a family to live for at least more than a month.
But for Wei Tao, these grains were not enough.
After being out of danger, he ate nearly half of the rice, flour, grains, oils and marinated meat in just one night to make up for his own consumption.
Shang Bian, who was hiding with him, was so exhausted that he kept cooking rice, stewed meat, and boiled medicine from the moment he woke up from his coma until the morning, so that he could barely provide for Wei Tao's food.
The sky is bright.
The first ray of sunlight shines down.
Paint the gray city with a light layer of gold.
Wei Tao pushed away the bowl and chopsticks and exhaled a breath of white breath that still smelled of blood.
Start to transport Qi and blood little by little and restore your body.
The battle last night was really caught off guard, and there was not much preparation.
That little time was only enough for him to put on his arm guards and put on his shoes. He didn't even have the chance to put on the rest, including the dark armor and leggings.
but……
Wei Tao still felt a little frightened when he recalled the terrifying strength of the man in white.
Facing such an enemy, even if he is fully prepared and wears all protective gear, he may not be able to escape the consequences of being injured.
After all, the first time the two of them collided in front of the door, the arm guard he wore on his arm shattered on the spot.
The result was nothing more than creating a row of tiny blood holes for the opponent.
It has almost no impact on its subsequent combat effectiveness.
"Is this the warrior who has achieved the transformation of Qi and blood?"
"It's really hard to handle." Wei Tao sighed softly.
Shang Bian, who was boiling ointment on the side, said, "When the sect leader was in his prime, he broke through the realm and reached the highest level of growing lotus step by step. I'm afraid that this is the most powerful he can be."
Wei Tao took a deep breath and began to apply ointment to the wound, a layer of sweat forming on his forehead.
Shang Bian went out, and a moment later he laboriously brought a wooden barrel that was taller than a man from outside, and poured gray-black medicinal liquid into it.
While he was busy, he fell into memories and thoughts, "The man in white last night should have the same level of cultivation as the leader of the faction, but his overall strength is stronger than the leader of the faction in his prime."
"As for this person's path of cultivation, I also have some vague impressions."
"Oh?" Wei Tao's attention was immediately attracted, "Master Shang, you can tell me in detail."
Shang Bian did not respond directly, but after a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "You should be a disciple of the Red Line Sect."
"Master Shang is right, I am indeed a disciple of the Red Line Sect." Wei Tao nodded without saying much.
After all, when he fought against the leader of the Red Lantern Club Ding last night, he used the authentic ruby hammer. It would be meaningless to deny it at this point in time.
Shang Bian's expression was a little complicated.
The atmosphere in the room fell into unspeakable silence.
The two key members of the Youth League who were waiting outside the house quietly came to the door and put their hands on the handles of the knives behind their waists.
Their eyes were like poisonous snakes, darting back and forth over Shang Bian.
"Whatever you are doing here, get out." Wei Tao frowned slightly and his tone turned cold.
"Yes, sir." The two of them bowed and took a few steps back, but did not really move away.
Wei Tao closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, "Master Shang, do you also know about the competition in Meiyuan in the inner city not long ago?"
Shang Bian didn't speak, just nodded.
Wei Tao continued, "In that martial arts competition, if we really want to compare it to reality, it was actually Chen Chengshan of the Iron Legs faction who did it.
Originally, everyone was just having a friendly discussion, and that was all, but who knew that he would have to fight with his life with his senior brother?"
"Senior Brother Tan, I suffered a big loss when I first came up. I'm still recuperating until now. I don't know if there are any hidden dangers left."
"So, you are sorry for us, and we did not make any mistakes."
After a long silence, Shang Bian let out a long sigh and continued to pour various boiled medicinal liquids into the large wooden barrel.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued, "The way of cultivation of the man in white was occasionally mentioned by the leader of the sect a long time ago. It has many similarities with the internal training method of Shanjiamen.
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"Whether it is the Iron Leg Sect or the Red Thread Sect, most of the internal training methods of Cang Yuan warriors are concentrated on the arms, legs and feet. After all, the human body is born like this, and the hands and feet are the most convenient parts to attack.
But this person is different. The main focus of internal training should be the Qi and blood in the chest and abdomen.
But I never thought that there is an internal training method like his.
After cultivating to the height of transformation of qi and blood, not only will one be as hard as steel, one can even have terrifying body changes similar to his..."
"Does the hard work of Shanjiamen also stimulate the Qi and blood that moves the chest and abdomen?" Wei Tao asked.
"Yes, but not completely."
Shang Bian said, "In addition to transporting Qi and blood in the chest and abdomen, the Jin Tieyi of Shanjia Sect's horizontal training also includes the shoulders and back. The biggest feature of their skill is that it is easy to learn but difficult to master."
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After all, when you practice to the depths, the chest, abdomen, shoulders, and back are all integrated into one body, and the intensity of Qi and blood that needs to be condensed is simply unimaginable."
hiss!
Wei Tao stepped into the wooden barrel that was as tall as a person and was soaked in the hot liquid. He couldn't help but gasp.
There were many visible and hidden injuries on my body during last night's fight. I felt a burning pain when I just applied the ointment. But compared with the current soaking in the liquid, the feeling caused by the ointment is really light and breezy, and it doesn't matter at all.
Son.
Enduring the severe pain, Wei Tao tried hard to calm down, move Qi and blood, clear the stasis, and recover his body.
Time passed little by little.
It gets darker and dusk arrives.
He just walked out of the wooden barrel filled with thick medicinal solution, wiped his body with a soft cloth, and then applied a large amount of ointment again.
While waiting for dinner, Wei Tao recalled and thought about the information he got from Shang Bian.
Red Line Fist, Mountain Kick, and Iron Gold Clothes represent three different internal training routes of Qi and Blood. If you practice all of them to the level of blood coagulation, the power that can be unleashed when fighting with others is absolutely powerful.
At least now he has only cultivated the red line and mountain crossing, which has the effect of one plus one being greater than two.
Unfortunately, fellow practitioners of the three internal training methods can only think about it.
Now, just practicing with his fists and legs has already made him exhausted from morning to night.
Even if you get three complete sets of techniques, you may not have the time and energy to practice together.